“O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”

∼ Robin Williams, quoting Walt Whitman, from the movie Dead Poets Society.

How many of you believe in living every day to the fullest? What do you do towards it?

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Musings

It’s funny how the ‘inspiration for writing’ strikes at the most inopportune of times. Often at a position of disadvantage, the writer finds himself at a loss for action, physically going on about his work, while a lilting melody sails through the oceans of artistry in the heart… 😉

One more poem, one more musing, another trifling thought, from a silly heart…

By the brook near the tree

The boy sat

Quietly, watching the little pouches of water

Emptying themselves into the stream.

He wished to do the same,

For in his mind was mayhem

Thousands of thought, rushing by,

Like the rivulet gushing by.

By the meandering rivulets

The boy sat,

Skipping stone after stone,

Into the great waters afore.

Searching for succour.

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There came by another Lilliput,

The brother of the boy.

Happy silence was shared

Eyes, came to an understanding…

Sometimes you don’t say things,

Sometimes, nothing needs to be said.

He wasn’t given an answer,

Answers, he did not seek.

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Sometimes all you need is people,

To have a hearty laugh with.

Sometimes all you need is a person,

With an understanding heart.

Life isn’t always fair,

You aren’t always in tune,

But if you have a company

Who will just, sing along

The journey becomes easy, the miles can be clocked.

In Deep Contemplation – Memories of Tomorrow

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In deep contemplation, the whole night I lay,

Thinking, of the things left unsaid.

And the things that need saying…

Dear ones shouldn’t be kept in the dark, they say.

Sleep evades me, as I wait, for the inevitable tomorrow.

Fear shrouds me, in part,

Mingled with the uncertainty,

The things that are to be…

Terror, the pain, that long occupied my heart,

I see, in your eyes, have they made a sojourn.

Trust me mom, it will all be long past,

The hurt, the pain will go away,

Leaving in its memory, only the tears of yesterday.

Another day will dawn,

The moon will again shine,

Proud we will stand, one day.

Life it is, it throws a googly,

Often when least expected,

But deep within is a bundle of courage,

That we must dig out,

And relish, in the succour that wisdom provides.

Oh mom, do not worry,

Your baby will be fine,

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls…..