Monday, August 18, 2014

The Smell of Books

Oh, thou old books,
Fresh of library out,
I hold thou in full,
And smell throughout.

Thou fragrance to me,
And I sniff so deep,
Till the odor has
In my soul seeped.

And it brings rest to
My all wandering mind,
As I inhale thy pages
In one go, all at a time.

Meaning of Life


Understand life, they say,
I say, No, buddy..
leave it as it may!
Try creating a few
moments of happiness
only to find that
actually you can't..
that it's all written well before..
and all you can do is want!
Want, and then wait..
you may get it then & there,
or you won't, never ever..
Yes, there have been
some great times..
full of rhythm..
plenty of rhymes..
But, look back & see..
Have they survived?
And, there have been
a few bad phases too..
that put you down..
that made you cry..
Look back again and find..
Have they survived?
Nah! Just a matter of time..
Times and people,
moments and feelings
have always changed,
shall always change..
What will not change is
this series of change;
this chain of events,
some happy, some sad,
Good first, then bad,
Good, bad, good, bad,
then good again,
then bad again,
this endless chain.
So, stop that think-tank..
leave it as it is, as it may..
Do not over-analyze..
Live life King-size?

Of all the good things ever happened to me, I came to enjoy best the ones that happened after the bad ones.