Activia

"God gave us the gift of life, now we must give ourselves a gift of living it well"                                                              ~Voltaire We understand this, right? Have you ever had such a feeling that, given a chance, you would like to live your life in an unhealthy manner? Of course NOT . (the depressed and pained lot long for betterment and not further chaos) What then, is the reason which would account for a lot of people in our generation found to be cut off from the rest of the world? How come they suddenly begin to see the lack of sympathy there is for them and completely ignore the fact that there is so much yet to happen. I would like to point out few reasons which I feel are the nemesis of this kind of feeling :- a ) Being away from society: Just shying away at occasions where they need to have their say. b ) Not opening up to people: Remember, if you do not bare the wound to antiseptic, there is every chance it will cause a septic.

'Was raining,as I looked Outside, The only bliss in a not-so-happening day. I hope it would just stop,but then, It seemed as if it were a never-ending play... Full of puddles,the ground looked shy to reveal, But the drains did open up, Ah! they didn't conceal. Water,water everywhere, an inner voice said to me, "Someone;s Forgot to close all the taps in the sky, see?!" While I take a note of those lovely showers, My subconscious takes me to a different place. Far enough, that I can't keep up, With time and distance, And I lose all the trace... There's a farmer sitting, hands on his head, Looking plumb at the cloud, as well might be dead. He speaks in prayers and makes me think, Whose prayers are more important to be read?

It's strange, things which appear dormant to us, from within are for real, alive and running, And all that when we know, it's all as it seems, who would've thought the nature is this cunning?? The volcano boils and simmers from the inside, And doesn't yet flaunt its mighty rage, And it wouldn't take any logic to admit, That the wild,frantic sun we know,is the world's holy sage. A dead,leafless Oak in the autumn, knows, Cometh the spring, it will rejoice, Slaves of the war, chained to their destinies, when given a chance, sing harmonies in their full voice. Even a honeybee toils, for life on this earth, when all we could see that it could just fly, and a caterpillar ages old in its cocoon, we still just don't care when we see it, oh why?? The world has a theory of "Break,and get broken", But to try to change it, i wouldn't call it wise, It's what they'll probably teach you to do too, So, work hard in silence for what you aim to

Kisi Ansuljhi Paheli Ki tarah, Koi ansuni Baat Ho jaese, Baaton ki ladi jab chhoot jaaye peechhe, To fir "..." ka matlab kya hai?? Kya reh gayi kasar tumhaare unn Alfaazon mein, Ya yun hi hamein "Tarrkaane" ka iraada hai?? Ya beeti baaton, bhooli-bisri yaadon mein, Kucch pal ko kho jaane ka koi bahaana hai ye!! Kucch kehna tha tumko, par shayad wo keh na paaye ho, Aur kisi "T.V Serial" Ki tarah Isse "To Be Continued" sa rehne diya. Ya shayad "Takiya Kalaam" sa hai tumhaara. Nahi chhotega ab, jo ekk baar hai tumne pakad liya. Chalo maan liya ki ye mordern duniya ki koi reet hi sahi, Par fir bhi kya ye cheez itni jaruri thi?? Mushkil haalaton mein "Humor" ka ras bharne waale, Zaroor iss baar tumhari Koi majboori to thi. Tumhari iss khamoshi se acchi "Guitar" ki Jhankaar hai, Kam-se-Kam bajti hai, to Bhaav-Vibhor kar deti hai. Lekin sach to ye bhi hai, ki teri ye "Poorna-Viraam-Ladi" Bi