“The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.” Plutarch
The mind is eternal;
And lives forever….. For the thoughts it gave birth to When it was alive. Great people leave their impressions, In the minds of others. For their goodness, For their uniqueness. Even when they leave their body; People bow down to them, Of their own free will. Respect automatically flows. It’s thoughts, and the deeds…. Which are the outcome of the thoughts, That make up our lives. Which ends with a bang or a hiss. Losing a great mind; Is a loss to humanity. I bow down to such mind,s And pray for everlasting peace of their souls.
“And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; All lovely tales that we have heard or read; An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.” John Keats
Stress is a serial killer
She woke up early;
She slept so late, Anyhow, she finished her plate. She ate leftovers; She gobbled them down, Saving each penny, Saving each crown. She saved everything, For a better life. She was busy each day, Her life was a strife.
She worked at home;
She worked outside, Life’s journey was a bumpy ride. She washed dishes; She fulfilled wishes, Office was a stress; Home was a mess. She lost her health, On her health her wealth. And the better days; Found better ways, To elude her, Till the end of her life.
Simply bloom. Live life now.
Faith restores peace.
Why do the corrupt pray so hard?
Why do they thrive if they are bad? Why do the good, even if they pray, Hardly ever find their way ? Why are the kind thought to be weak? Why does the world hurt the meek? Why do the cunning always win? In spite of being drowned in sin? The gentle people of this world; Must speak up for rights and be bold, Take strong stands and fight for right ; Fight for justice, with all their might. Till faith and peace, regains the throne And belief in goodness is reborn.
SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL, ISN’T SHE?
Everyone knows that the Earth, Is suffering in our hands. Our everyday lives Adds to her distress. She suffers silently our callousness. Like a mother with many children, She takes care of us. Fulfills our need Gives us what we want. She also wishes to be appreciated. We all love her , So we say. Explain and try to make others realise, How miserable she is How uncaring we are Things we should do to make her well. Then, leaving everything for others, We continue our journey; Fulfilling our dreams, Staying focused on our goals, Climbing ladders of success. Mother carefully holds all ladders; Perched on her bossom, providing Support to her children, For the sky is the limit: Everything is possible if there’s will. Willingness is everything When we set our hearts to a thing. We set priorities Fulfill our commitments And achieve the so called impossible. Then in hopelessness we blame; People who are ignorant, Lazy, worthless, greedy: It is the actions of this uncaring lot Which will invite the end of mankind . SumitaTah
.. It’s so easy to blame…
Pursue your dreams, till they become a reality.
Dreaming dreams never helped , Until we’re wide awake. To opportunities that flow our way, Only for our sake .
Every moment is meant to be , Spent in the finest mode; Brick by brick we realise our dreams. Thru actions bad and good.
Step by step we move towards, What we strive to be. Our Future is a reflection of, The thoughts of you and me.
Success comes in every step, That we take to reach our aim. Every step we take is new, Two steps are never the same.
We get a chance to fulfil our dreams, With every rising sun. It’s up to us, what we achieve, When the day is done.
Time runs fast we know from past, And is same for everyone. Work and play,fulfil the dreams, For Life is all but one.
Be thankful for whatever you have.
EVERYTHING IS NECESSARY Without darkness , Light is worthless. Without hatred , Love is bland.
In absence of bad Goodness is worthless . Without cruelty , It’s useless being kind.
Without the night . Who’d care for light? Without silence, Who’d care for sound?
Without sadness , What’s the use of happiness ? What would be life? Without its strife.
Everything has its use, Everything has its need. Every being is priceless . Whatever be the creed. Sumita Tah