wiered ness of people

There is something so oddly beautiful about not understanding someone at all. All you have to do is picture it for a minute, and they could be absolutely anything, and no matter what they do, it’s always surprising.

How to be Happy?

SMILE

  It's for sure that times of frustrations and sadnes aboard our life, we cant prevent "it" approaching us, all we can do is react and how we react matters....so here it goes my mantra to be happy, it is nothing new  but every time forgotten!!

1. +ve attitude man!
2. Leave room for HAPPY ACCIDENTS.
3. Aim High....there are footsteps on Moon dude!!
4. Have the feeling that U R AMAZING, even if many says that i had a friend whose looks resemble you, tell them THEY MAY NOT BE AMAZING AS I AM!
5. Keep your Minds open...there is at-least 0.000000000001% possibility for everything to be true.
6. Strike the balance => don't be a full or a empty bottle!! 
7. Believe in Miracles!.....miracles do happen believe it, hope for the magic to begin!
8.  Do your best......no regrets....happy forever!!!
9. !!Stay curious!!
10.  Change what you can, accept what you can't! be cool

                                            ~ SMILE~

 

Not yet over!!!

When you think about moments, everything is fleeting. Every second of every minute of every hour. The race and the rush and the choices and the chances. The love that grazed your fingertips, possibilities that brushed past you on your way out to work or play or save the world, a happy ending you may have believed in with a faith beyond anything you could have imagined you were capable of. We shove each other for space, we lament the loss of time as we scatter it throughout the vast landscape of our lives. When we count the broken pieces, we realize that we will not be here forever, so we chase after these moments, seize them and try to make them last and last and last. But maybe the best we can do is to understand that nothing breaks unless broken.

Carpe diem!!

Rain

As the rain starts to sing,

every drop, everything,

listen, focus, hear the song.

Full of wishes, an absolute not wrong.

It’s a music, full of stories,

full of experiences, full of worries.

Hear the God’s symphony.

a precious one, with sweet melody.

Drops falling over me!!

It's grey up, gloomy after sunny days,
as if it needed to cry!!
.........................
The days were fuming...boiling for months.

I felt immersing myself cold water all the time...
water water !!somewhere!!, not a single drop to drink!!..
Oh God! I closed my eyes.....walked in to the sun...nature is to be felt anyway!!!
Gosh!  I'm burning...man!...I'll get sun burn,...where is the shadow?
....when will it rain?
................................
so arrived the rain...the monsoon......
 The clear sky  engulfed in grey....not a bit of blue anywhere..
the sound of wind through the trees...hush!.
..as though...something is going to hasten me in a blanket!
I felt the blow...a cool breeze...
I heard the music rising...the introduction..slowly..
it's not going to rain now!.
not at-least until the dusk dawns!

A drop fell over me!.
Its delighting smell when  rain falls on soil once in a while,
the sound raised suddenly.
Do you have a umbrella?
smiled my buddy...signalling nope!
we are going to be wet now...
It doesn't matter....its finally gonna rain!!.
cool breeze passing over my face.
we will walk in the rain.
 .......................................
nature quenching up the thirst of soil..
seeds finally happy...to sprout, to blossom..
its purple, orange, yellow, pink....
in a green background...
misery washed out....
water drops on the window still condensing....
......................................
its raining outside,
sitting on our warm couch,
with a hot cup of coffee,
sound of rain outside blending with the music inside,
beautiful indeed!

Carpe diem!

Amelia

SKY

I sat looking up to the sky.

 It was full of thunderheads and piercing grey, I didn’t think I’d see sunlight coming through until the next day-

 But to my surprise later that day, the sky returned to its familiar shade of blue. A few white, wispy, clouds hung like smoke flowing from a pipe from some hidden artist- I presumed it to be the sun. But I couldn’t see the sun too distinctly, it was quickly making its way down below the treeline’s horizon.

 I turned back from the sky to look at the ground, and it was just as I left it yesterday. Moments later I returned my attention to the above, and, to my shock it wasn’t as I left it moments ago. Its light blue had quickly exploded into vibrant hues of pinks and golden oranges.

 It was as if this deranged artist suddenly had a tantrum of inspiration and in his fit spilt all of his watercolors over the canvas. I went inside, and my curtains were drawn back a bit so I could take in this scene. As I looked away for some moments to a conversation, I looked back to a sky that again, had changed suddenly. This time its majestic chaos had settled down to a deep blue morphing into black. I could see stars one by one appearing, knowing they were always there, but now the light from the sky was dimming, and their light was winning.

But for how quickly the sky changed, nothing in my world had. The ground did not shake, nor did the trees quake, everything was the same, except for the sky itself. Earth’s sky. It was for this reason I wanted to take the entire sky and put it in a locket of mine. In one’s eyes it was blossoming from dusk in vibrant brilliance to the blue. In another’s it was a violent place, where electricity and darkness engulfed the horizon, and yet, in another’s, it was emptiness giving way for some small openings of light that managed to find their way across the universe some time ago. And yet all these eyes saw the same sky. This same sky was with humanity from the very beginning, and flows with our time until the very end. And in each of these stages, it takes on new faces, and yet, its composition, its character, remains unchanging. It’s always predicted to be different.

Be careful of external motivation.

Be careful of external motivation.

Of quotes from greats that went far. What they say is inspiring, yes. But it’s theirs. It was their experience. It was their journey that you will not replicate.

Because…. You. Are. Not. Them.

They didn’t sit around all day trying to come up of an inspirational quote.

The only reason they said it was because it came to them at the spur of the moment. At an interview. Or they were asked to speak. And it’s their understanding of it. But they never sat around trying to come up with an inspirational quote.

It sounds good, yes. But it’s not yours.

And you can repeat a quote.  Use it as your wallpaper. Write it in your notebook. Retweet it, tumblr it, Facebook it.

But it’s not yours.

And that message will lose all meaning once you’ve seen it enough.

It’s not yours. You just liked it when you heard it.

And that’s the problem with external motivation. Once the external source wears off, you lose your motivation.

It’s internal motivation that you need.

Carpe Diem!

You write quotes, with your inner fire!

Amelia