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Quest for life | Life Blog
Quest for life | Life Blog
Today morning 8:05, eyes were half-closed half-open. Getting up from bed, I did the 1st thing which all of us do in this era, “checked the phone”.Nothing was there in It and again with laziness in my body and eyes, I was back on my bed.
Suddenly something rushed and my mind; I need to get up and get ready for my office {I hate that place}. And while getting ready I was continuously thinking about 1 thing, “What am I doing”, “Is this the thing I wished before studying? Office? what do I actually do there? Why do I actually go there? As we say that we do what we love, but there is nothing sort of love with this place, and still I go there.
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I sat on my pc and thought for a while about my friends. The ones who are employed in MNC’s and have the same schedule the whole year.
And 1 thing I realised maximum people don’t actually even know what they are actually doing or want to do with their life. They just want to pass the life till they are alive, actually don’t even know what makes them happy or sad, they are just happy because they are doing something. They don’t even want to stress their nerves to think about why they are born in this world and think that they are born to live the life they are living and so they are contented with it.Happiness and contented has a lot of difference in it. Being happy is definitely being contented, but it’s not true visa-versa. And in the minority section are the people like us, we don’t have a problem with what we are doing, but we have a problem that why we are doing this or that? We are in need to satisfy our urge to by finding the answer to our questions and also doing what we like, and that is why we are sad{sometimes}.
We sometimes are in short in the midst of
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Childhood | English Poetry
Childhood | English Poetry
The Time was odd, The people were even We were born, From womb to heaven,
With small fingers, cute face; We came in the world by god’s grace.
We learnt to walk, then to talk, Than to hear and later to bear,
Surrounded by toys And Hampers, We were loved, we were pampered.
Life was good, life was going, And there were we, totally enjoying
Nice clothes, tidy hair, Tightened boots, roaming here and there,
We slept when we wished, We ate at our own risk, No thinking of what doing next, No tension to make the present perfect The time was good, The mind was free. Life was going as we destined it to be.That’s what meant childhood to me
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The love of life | English Poetry
The love of life | English Poetry
Life is a stage,
Sometimes like a cage,
In which we are trapped,
Completely covered and wrapped,
It shrugs and struggles,
Makes us pass many hurdles, But it still shows its love,
Which makes us feel beloved
It makes us meet an angel,
Who makes us feel special,
Slowly she becomes our life The reason to survive
She takes us to the journey of life, The life which we have never seen
The life which we thought was never for us, Or for which we were never been
Her smile inspires,
Her tears make us cry
She makes the life full,
Without her it gets dry.
Always love her, Live LifeIts just she who makes your “LIFE A LIFE”
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The day you left | English Poetry
The day you left | English Poetry
The Sun has shown,
The wind blew,
I opened my eyes,
The thoughts flew.
I gathered them, but they were few,
They began with you and ended with you;
Because it’s just you, who used to be my thoughts,
And it’s still you.
The past haunted me with the view,
The view which had only you.
D way you smiled, the way day began
the way you chuckled, the way day ran.
The way we walked,
the way time stopped
The way you wished,
the way I pleaded
The way you were sad, the way I felt bad,
The way I proposed,
the way you responded
The way I pleaded,
the way you convinced
The way you cared;
the way I felt.
Finally came,
The day I cried,
The day you left
And,
The day you left,
Was the day all ended”The day you left | English Poetry
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Love- Met & Lost | English Poetry
Love- Met & Lost | Poetry
It was the time of day,
The water dried, the heat lay.
The snow was frozen, the eyes wept;
Past struck to me, and for days I never slept
The reason was the memories
The memories of the eyes,
Of the face,
Of the love, Of the hug,
Of the promises, we promised
Of the hatred we buried,
Of the care, we showed,
Of the love we adored,
Of the happiness we had,
Which never cherished and slowly left.
Still, memories continued,
Of my plead to forgive,
Of your deed not to give,
Of my tears of sorry,
Of your heart which didn’t
And finally,
Of the last talk, we had together,
Of the last walk, we walked together
Of life, we lived together,
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