A wise man once said…

This world was harmed more due to the silence of the wise than due to the shouts of the foolish.

Being Wise

It’s not easy to be wise,

Hearing all that you know is wrong.

Speaking only after you think twice,

A wise man never sings his own song.

Know this for if you are wise,

It is not just a privilege but a duty as well.

In this chaos of veracity and disguise,

A wise speaks only when others stop to yell.

Be a guide to all who are lost,

But in a way which is welcoming and humble.

For you are the wise who knows the cost,

Ensuring that the world doesn’t crumble.

Kings may be judges of the earth, but wise men are the judges of kings
Solomon ibn Gabirol

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Oh hello! What day is it?

Believe me only you can know.

Day: Monday

The journey has just begun, lots to do, lots to do.

Run, fall, stumble but don’t burn, only then will they come true.

Day: Tuesday

Making through those initial struggles will only make you stronger.

Welcome them gladly… for they won’t last for much longer.

Day: Wednesday

Those who smile while in the middle of a crisis, they are the real winners.

Full of ups and downs, yes that’s what life is, for the righteous and the sinners.

Day: Thursday

The worst is over yet you kept true, cheers I raise to you,

Most give up and start to wander making this place for only a few.

Day: Friday

I can see my goals ahead, but remember this one line.

Most rocks lay hidden by the bay, to stop a journey so fine.

Day: Saturday

This is the last day for you to prove, just today and you will be done.

It’s easy for your journey has its proof, tomorrow awaits with all its fun.

Day: Sunday

No one to stop you from living your heart, for you have earned every piece of it.

Run, fall, stumble but don’t burn, smile on you is a perfect fit.

Streets were singing the sound of joy,

Lights and decorations captured all eyes.

I saw a smile so beautiful and pure on a boy,

And the stars… stars decorated the nightly skies.

Ornaments, beads, clothes and food,

Lamps, candles, toys and books,

Wine and cheese and music for the mood,

And the cuisines made by those amazing cooks.

It was so beautiful and cozy and peaceful,

That it made me forget of the days to come.

Maybe it was wrong or maybe it was needful,

But… That day still makes me numb.

A night which I lived only once,

A night which I live when I need a break,

A night that forever will be speacial to my heart,

Not because of any person for nothing was fake.

 

Be it night or be it day,

Be it November or be it may,

I stand here and keep a watch,

My flag is my identity, proudly I say.

Absence of the loved ones haunt all the time,

Sickness and pain are equal to a crime,

Kids grow up in the meantime, but…

My flag is my identity, proudly I sign.

Festivals are spent far away in silence,

So you can live in peace I’ll endure the violence,

My job is not a job but a service to all,

You are safe because a soldier is on call.

Attention! My duties await,

For my country and not for any state,

My name maybe unknown but so is my fate,

Flag will be my identity till my last date.

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All the constructive feedback, comments and suggestions made me better with each passing day. Thank you everyone for your love and support.

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Hello,

I know we made it to the weekend and we are thrilled about it. However since the week is coming to an end, we also should end something. Something which lives inside everyone one of us, something we deal with every day.

You know what? I found a way!!!

Come, let me tell you about it.

“Read to know…know to read”

Fear

Figment of mind or a horror for real?

Eclectic emotion bearing a dark seal,

A poisonous fruit that is hard to peal,

Remember how it made you feel?

Preying on our weakness and our emotion,

Crippling our every notion, it grows…

A never ending, never dying poison,

It runs deeper than our mighty oceans.

How to end it? Is the right question,

Some say by facing it, some say through devotion,

It starts by the act of confession,

To end it’s rein, to end it’s possession.

Every Fear is different in itself,

No one knows it better than yourself,

However to win over it you need the same tool,

Fear fear for it turns you into a fool.

Fear cripples us, surrounds us, makes us weak and helpless. It stops us from doing all that we can and should do.

Fear the work of fear, because there is nothing more horrifying than losing the real you.

Sun is about to bid goodbye,

Day was tough as per your eye,

Well done my friend, for you did try,

Let’s have a cup, no tricks, no lie.

Since morning you have been on your toe,

But that’s life, to go ahead you need to row,

Anyway let’s not break our flow,

Tell me something that I don’t know.

Tradition of talking over tea is old,

A place to speak what has never been told,

Be it heat or be it something cold,

Speak freely, there is no need to hold.

My friend your secrets are safe,

Day is over and so is the chase,

A good talk demands patience and space,

So Have a cup and put forth your case.

Poems are not necessarily about some cause or feelings or thoughts or even emotions. Sometimes they are just a request or a plea or an invite.

This poem is my invite to all my readers to have a cup of tea with their tea partners.

Time: – 5:30 pm

Place: – Somewhere in the world

Dream

We humans have this gift,

A gift given to no other being.

It is meant to be explored not resist,

Dreams are meant for seeing.

Sit yourself down and see the future you,

You will see a better version of yourself.

And if you work hard it will come true,

Hard work is that magical elf.

Dream of achieving all that you desire,

Dream of doing what gives you peace,

It’s never late to reignite that fire,

With the right dedication it will never cease.

It is not a dream if you see it while asleep,

It is a dream which keeps you up all night,

It’s much more beautiful, much more deep,

But only after you have endured your fight.

~Keep dreaming!

This one comes from the depths of my mind. So the week has began and most of us aren’t happy that it’s Monday however there is a bit more to it that just a lousy Monday!

Care to find out?!?, If yes, keep scrolling down. If no, well you are anyway on my page so might as well scroll down 😛

On a lighter note, here is a funny little story for all my readers to read and maybe smile as they walk into this new Week.

Read to smile…keep smiling for a while.

A funny little man

It starts on one of those antique trains,

Bound to those cities with fancy lanes,

And gazing at those valleys and fields and vast green planes,

Sat a funny little man right by the window panes.

Curious to his nature he kept imagining,

What it would be like to be away from the maddening,

Curious to his nature his mind worked like a wonder,

And he dozed off while all this was happening.

The journey continues in the same train,

Where he finds an escape from the pain,

The funny little man in his funny dream,

Meets a friend who never tells his name.

What’s so funny? It was his approach,

Not just to life but to all the questions asked in that coach,

For every time he questioned sadness or pain,

Friend asked, “Do you know what is my name?”,

Both talked for quite sometime,

Not that important, so I will simply rhyme.

Do you know what is our crime?

In suffering we forget his name every time.

So when you crib about all that is wrong , your friend

Happiness sits right infront, be strong!

At times they will be rude,

At times they will ignore,

Many a times your deeds won’t be viewed,

Successful people have a secret they store.

On doing something good and right,

Many will shoot hiding from plain sight.

Jealousy, they say is dark and might,

Read to know what I write.

On getting along in the world just fine,

Tone of people will give you your sign,

Few will be happy, most will whine,

Ignore my friend, it’s time to shine.

Stories tell us of all those times,

When one does good, 100s commit crime.

So when treated poorly know this,

Ignorance, my friend, is a bliss.