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Why Should I ?

Some times the urge to write is more
More than what actually write.

Its not that something important is happening
Something more important is missing
But........ just like that

Once I start writing
I feel much releived ........
As if some big problem has been solved

Its not that some one will go through
what all I write

I am writing for my sake
Its an uncontrollable act
It happens.........just like that
No regrets, no complaints
No problems, no solutions

I am writing for me
Not to please anybody.........

Living Their Lives....

I always have a doubt........

Whether we live our life for our sake
or its just to make others happy?

I think from the day one of our life
We try to please,
Rather we have been trained to please others.

I do remember myself training my daughter to utter
The first words like amma, atta etc.,
So, people use force you to tell
The words they want to hear,
Rather than allowing you to speak
What you want to speak.

So, our life has been planned
To live according to others choice.
Its not a new thing
Only thing is we recognise it a little later in life
That we are living for others sake
and we make a big howl and cry

No need.
Go with the flow
People will be happy
Who bothers whether you are happy or not
Living their lives..............

Whom am I?

Quite often I think

How this happened?

Without my knowledge

Nobody took my concern

Nobody bother to ask either

“would you like to”

And one fine morning

I am here on planet Earth

Seldom do I realize that

Moments pass into days

And days into years

All the time passes by

Life changes in such a fast pace

Quite often I think

Everything I can control

After all, this is my life………..

Seldom do I realize that

The first step was without my concern

I cannot hold back the last one too

When I cant fix up these two ends

How can I claim that this is my life?

Quite often I think

That everything I can hold back

After all, these things belong to me…….

Seldom do I realize that

Nothing is permanent

Time, matter or Person

Everything has to pass by

Life at any moment is so fragile


Sometimes we think that we are thinking......
Is it really true?or its just that,
Whatever is going on in our surroundings is
Just making a digital imprint in our brain??

And we think that we are thinking
Do we really think????or is it just a process
Like any other things like breathing/heart beat etc etc
Which goes on without any control of us
I think its just another natural happening
We name it .....thinking

To proclaim that we are intellectuals

What do you think??????