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You fill the room with a chilling graciousness;
You are before the best, beyond impeccable;
You satisfy all senses with complete contentment;
Your eyes glow with vivacious youth;
You split the air with your immaculate scent;
You… Just you… only you are absolute in my soul!
So… fat, thin, plump, slim, baby you are just perfect;
He was hardworking, but he was charming;
He used his eyes to work, because he was an accountant;
Then one day he got ill, his eyes succumbed to Glaucoma;
His wife stuck by him, though she grew cold;
When days of self-pity came, he remained spirited;
Though he desired more, he grew contented with her;
He chained himself, with the thirst of understanding life;
He cooked when his wife was “late”, and hugged her the following day;
One day there was a party, and friends and relatives were coming;
He stood at the door, and he gave each a warm handshake;
Only one insisted for a hug, and she said he was a good man.
Then he removed his glasses, and stared as if he had eyes;
His wife was serving the guests, so all he said was thank you;
All he was thinking was the hug, he has not felt so alive for eight years.
Wake up sleeping giant, the monsters are here;
There may be never tomorrow, so live today;
At least loose fighting, at best confirm your strength;
Scan your battle field, know your primary targets;
Understand your weakness, lest its exploited;
Spare your arrows, in case of a decoy;
What’s the limit of your strength? Your imagination!
Focus on your strength, not your target’s weakness;
See with your ears, and listen with your eyes;
Calculate your moves, avoid unnecessary risk;
Keep your strength behind you, to watch your back;
If you fall seven times, like a phoenix… rise up eight;
Take time to reason, but act swiftly;
If the roof start curving in, subject your convictions to flexibility;
When your strength start contracting, don’t give up… just hibernate;
3 things that are essential in life: something to look up to, something to look forward to, and someone to look at. Contentment is the fuel of a righteous progress. Hope is a reward for commitment, and commitment is the journey of consistency. Purpose to see, feel, hear and enjoy the despair and the beauty of your world along your way. Instruct your speech and guide your lips with kindness. Be keen to understand, quick to learn, able to remember; Be delicate to interpret and ready to speak.
It’s ironic how we work so hard, yet we can’t afford a smile;
It’s funny how we struggle to impress, yet we don’t care;
It’s weird how we have expensive watches, and no time;
Today I choose to smile at any attempt at humor;
I will simulate a moment in future when am sure I will be happy;
Today I will try to listen keenly and nod my head even if don’t want to;
Do what think is right, not what you feel is right;
Say what you mean, and mean what you say;
If you start alone, be sure to finish alone;
Incline more to be nonchalant, and less meddlesome;
Be candid, reflective, conscious, and visionary;
Hope for the best, but expect the worst;
Remember, to be is to be perceived;
Love yourself, be unselfish, and promote cohesiveness;
Sometimes I see someone on the mirror. Then I see like it’s me. Immediately, I reason out that it’s my brain showing me what I would like to see. But then I wonder who I am. Who am I?
What I feel, I can touch. When I feel, it appears real. How I feel is visible. Am tormented by the imagination of me being owned by my own fears and thoughts. Can I be a captive to the same thing I try to free?
Power without virtual is weakness. Virtual without purpose is black magic. There are three kinds of people; the immovable, the movable, and the moving. The immovable are resistant to change. The movable re willing to change, but never do. The “moving” are those that get things done. Have enough of the moving, and that’s a movement. A movement results into a revolution. What am I?
Who am I?
I am in you, you can’t see me;
I am with you, you can’t lie to me;
I am above you, I know your strength;
I am below you, you discredit me;
I am before you, I know your plans;
I am behind you, I know your weakness;
I am beyond you, you can’t define me;
I am without you, and within you;
Who am I?
some-times you have a thousand things to say, but not a single way of saying it;
other-times you have a million chances of saying something, but not a single word to say;
and most-times you wish you had said something, but then you wonder how things would be today;
some-things are better left unsaid, and hope you never get a chance to say them;
other-things are safer when said, and trust they will never come back around – to eat you;
but most-things are buried in our souls, and we feed them in secret;
some-ways work for some, but not for others;
other-ways make us happy, but they grieve our loved ones;
and most-ways make us feel alive, but they leave us dead on the inside;
Those who believe find comfort;
Those who find comfort get contentment;
Those who get contentment give love;
Those who give love get life;
Those who get life find a reason;
Those who find a reason get a conviction;
Those who get a conviction transcend humanity;