In the race for improvement in carreer, for stability in life, yearning for earnings and busy in aspiring to own everything the money can afford has made us an arrow in the hands of an hunter. Only single ambition and nothing else.
All these aspirations and the relative anxieties in the youth have made them self-centred and in the process are losing many a precious moments of their life, losing many a bond of affections. As some one aptly said"they have the memory of their mother"s lullaby; but not time to call "Maa".
Few have forgotten to talk through their hearts. Only lips are making sounds and it is not far away when they can even think of their parents. In these days of fast improving communication facilities, there is an abundent communication gap between the generation.
Where are we destined to go? It is questioning the basic human relationships and their existence.
OH SWEET LIFE PLEASE TELL ME
WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO THIS LIFE
WHOSE EVERY MOMENT IS SPENT FOR DEATH
AND THERE IS NO TIME TO LIVE.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
న్యూ year
Another mile stone. The mooving time showing its indicator.
Just stop and look behind. Everything is blank.
Nothing earned and nothing won.
Just moving along. From shadows to shadows.
From a dismal to a big dismal.
In this long span of life, moving along the times and crossing
many a destinations, i have nothing worth to remember. All the
experiences are ended in despair and distress. The obscure smoke screens
of incidences left their abstract paintings on my heart.
Destination?
Oh my goodness! I never knew or thought of it. Just like a commutor
thrown into the compartment, i went on my journey with no thought or plan.
Never felt like stopping a while and think. Either no chance even to do so.
When the tide bursts into the bank and white fumes are raised, i felt the
unrippled laughters of my childhood and the warm dreams and aspirations of
my youth.
The tide is broken and gave way to another.
So is my life wretched in the weight of responsibilities.
In fulfilling the needs and preserving for their future,
my present is lost in oblivion.
Just stop and look behind. Everything is blank.
Nothing earned and nothing won.
Just moving along. From shadows to shadows.
From a dismal to a big dismal.
In this long span of life, moving along the times and crossing
many a destinations, i have nothing worth to remember. All the
experiences are ended in despair and distress. The obscure smoke screens
of incidences left their abstract paintings on my heart.
Destination?
Oh my goodness! I never knew or thought of it. Just like a commutor
thrown into the compartment, i went on my journey with no thought or plan.
Never felt like stopping a while and think. Either no chance even to do so.
When the tide bursts into the bank and white fumes are raised, i felt the
unrippled laughters of my childhood and the warm dreams and aspirations of
my youth.
The tide is broken and gave way to another.
So is my life wretched in the weight of responsibilities.
In fulfilling the needs and preserving for their future,
my present is lost in oblivion.
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