Lets get better

How hopeful are my dreams? Maybe I am no good,no good at all.Maybe the airs I give to myself are beyond what I am capable of.How can I know that the dreams I dream shall someday not come apart,like so many dreams have in the past?
Life does not always obey the law of averages,but in a lifetime,somehow everything is evened out,all scores settled,well in most cases at least.This does not necessarily guarantee that one pathetic day will alternate with one equally wonderful one.Such is the nature of the lives we lead.This unpredictability is one of the things I cherish about life.When you can see the future,then do you really have a future?
Hope is the drug that keeps me going,though I may not project my faith or wear it on my collar,I do feel it.I know that I may fail and that in a way provides a boost,whether ultimately it helps is another question.
It is a strange feeling when I look into the mirror and ask "how good am I?",and the mirror like it always does,stares back with the silent wisdom of a sage.What reference is there to make a strong comparison?-none I believe.In such a situation I can only try to be better,though this is an abstract thought,but still it is somewhat of a goal,one that is ever changing yet in more ways than one-never changing.

Here I go again......

Whats left of me is what you left behind;
My blindfold saved the day.
My courage was not where I thought it'd be,
My cowardice paved my way.
In slums of the heart, in black and white,
My colours came to life and died.
My fears were true, and nothing I knew
Could tell you that I had tried.
Weakness in the bone, as some would say,
Though you'd prefer it some other way,
And say that there was always a chance
That things would end with this romance.
That you saw the traitor in my eyes,
My truth overshadowed by my lies,
My fake honesty had failed the test,
A thousand secrets within my chest.
So change is a must, in change we trust,
And life goes on as it always must,
Who stops to stoop in this unending loop;
Left out of misery's merry coup,
I stand and stare with my hands so bare,
Keeping steady on a three-legged chair.
And hope, the disease I carry within,
That strengthens the bones and raises the chin,
To be as much as I was before,
Or a fraction thereof or much much more.

Punishment is enchanting

Don't tell a lie when you know that you can't fake,
Dreams are there in abundance, how many can you take?
Black is the colour of fantasy where nothing suits the eye,
A lie is a step towards freedom,how much can you try?
I am full of greed, to suit my way of life,
I am full of hope, of vanity and of strife.
Feelings begin to fade away as soon as I know my name,
To meet the eye in this dreadful stance, to take in all the blame,
Just when it sinks, this knowledge that for all the lies I know,
My skin will show you what I am and how much I can bow.

Something out of nothing

Faith

High on hope and lost in faith,

Trembling footsteps in an emerging quake;

What shadows are mine that light shall show,

Memories as dreams, into twilight they grow.

With sticks we walk the walk of fame,

Crumbling souls in this soulless game.

Winds that carry the fragrance of life,

Mixed with tears and treacherous strife.

Still twinkling eyes can guide the dawn,

Can embody strength, can courage fawn.

Bedazzled by lightning yet holding their own,

Cracks in their hearts, sored to the bone.

Still lights shall shine in an effort to see

All that man is, and is yet to be.

Knowledge is vanity and yet it must

Give prudence a chance, in instincts trust.

Multitudinous in magnitude, but simple and straight

The human endeavour and its spirited gait,

Shall rise and speak when time shall call,

No man too weak, no child too small.

To ignite the long lost flame of hope,

Our chance to survive, humanity's rope.

Google Pic Tag

Hmm...........the sorcerer is up to his old tricks again and there could hardly have been a better time for this. Gives a whole new reason to find out a little more about myself and others. Thanks a lot bro :-)  

Oh, I almost forgot...here's a repetition of the rules:

For each of the 20 questions below, search for the answer

in Google image search and post the one you like the most from

the first page of the result only. Have fun.

So without further delay, let's get started................  

1. My Age:

2. I'm passionate about:

3. My favourite place:

4. I have a thing for:

5. My comfort zone:

6. My favourite animal:

7. My kind of art:

8. The city where I was born:

9. The town where I live:

10. A past pet:

11. A past love:

12. Current love:

(Sorry, had to bend the rules on this one,cuz Google couldn't come up with any satisfactory results :) )

13. My best friend's nick name:

I think its best not to answer this one, primarily because I don't like being misinterpreted. 

14.  I want:

15.  My screen name:

Sorry, don't have one :-(

16.  A bad habit of mine:

17.  A dream:

18.  My first job:

19.  I miss:

20.  What I'm doing right now?

Whew........now that was exhausting,but fun at the same time.

A new lease of life

The world is round my friend, and so I am back to where I started. Of late I have been forced to give up a lot of things but its such a wonderful feeling to get back what was once the most important part of me, albeit not in the same form.

There I was, doing something which came from within, something about which nothing was artificial or obligatory. This, I had imagined, I would never be able to do again.

By now its obvious that I do not intend to be absolutely lucid about what I am talking about, but hopefully the people for whom this is written will understand.

I live for my dreams and am grateful to get back the shattered pieces of my life, joined together by some invisible glue. Though, chances are that I may once again find myself biting the dust, its worth a try. What is life without hope......................its kind of a drug for a dreamer.