I Believe..

A poem begins... when a soul lying dormant beneath the labyrinth of the human facade is stirred...it's not a mere collection of words, it's an emotion generated from the depth of a being.

A poem in short is the essence of humanity..the ability to feel, understand and respond to an impulse/emotion, as against a mere primal instinctive response.

I Believe..

It's our choices that make us Human Beings...even animals have survival instincts.

I Believe..

With every new life that begins..

Nature, reminds us of Magic...

The magic of creation...

The magic of existence...

The magic of being alive...

The magic that we have within....

The magic that each one of us has the potential to create, by the virtue of doing .

I Believe..

Every idea is born, to....




breathe, 


grow,

live and


flourish

some where...some day.


So, believe in your ideas, let them breathe, grow & take flight under the care of your belief & let them flourish on the wings of your care.

Randomness

My life in a nut shell...

I am a ship,
floating away anchor less in the sea..
I run into storms..
I float over calm waters..
Unaware of  the sands of the shore that awaits me..

I drift on and on......

I Believe..

  

In stillness I find peace but not the answers that I seek...Or  may be the peace reigns because in stillness I let the questions be , without seeking for answers that might be