Walking down memory lane
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Loneliness
Friday, October 10, 2008
Reincarnation...
I am also no exception to this... I have willfully chosen a life, which will be full of challenges and conflicts every day... I don't know for how long, but, I know, I have to face a lot of obstacles in my future life... You won't believe it, but, yes, this is me... I still cannot believe myself, that I have come so far away from my life... This is in all sense a new incarnation....
Do you believe in reincarnation in a lifetime???????? I didn't believe in it... But now I do...
Thursday, April 17, 2008
O Mountain, I love thee...
My first step on mountain road has taught me how to face life… how to overcome the challenges of life… yes I am not perfect… but mountain has taught me to excel within my limitations… when I went for rock climbing for the first time, I experienced the fear of height… What if I fall? What if I get injured? But the moment I reached the top, and then came down again, it gave a strange satisfaction… I felt like the rock I was climbing was no different from me. I could feel life in the cold rock… it did not hurt me… it did not throw me off itself… it was my friend, who gave me support to overcome the hurdle…
Since that day, I have found answers to my questions in the mountains… the mountain, which is apparently lifeless… from the mountain I have learnt to survive in extreme condition… I have learnt to grow silently… I have learnt to be determined and confident… from the mountain, I have learnt to face the truth of life…
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Love?
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
My Favorite Poem...
"Daffodils"
by William Wordsworth
I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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