When the busily sleeping TIME turns its side,
One year is called as old and another one as new.
Along with that, we proceed to be one year older in cognition.
Trying to redefine the failures, rediscover the possibilities.
Munching on our success, relishing our happy moments.
With new rays of hope in our eyes for the coming year.
With fear mixed excitement of the unknown and preparedness for the well-known.
We make and break resolutions, we fight with others and self.
We fall in love, break few hearts, reinvent some relationships.
If mundaneness was living, we would rather be dead by now.
Let's live each day towards being ourselves, taking a stand for others.
Causing happiness for self, family and society.
Wish you all happy new year.
One year is called as old and another one as new.
Along with that, we proceed to be one year older in cognition.
Trying to redefine the failures, rediscover the possibilities.
Munching on our success, relishing our happy moments.
With new rays of hope in our eyes for the coming year.
With fear mixed excitement of the unknown and preparedness for the well-known.
We make and break resolutions, we fight with others and self.
We fall in love, break few hearts, reinvent some relationships.
If mundaneness was living, we would rather be dead by now.
Let's live each day towards being ourselves, taking a stand for others.
Causing happiness for self, family and society.
Wish you all happy new year.
After almost five months are you satisfied?
ReplyDeleteIs this what you intended to reach when you wrote these deep and magnificent lines?
You think you did it?
Did you fulfill your hopes?
Are your dreams still the same or now you've others to add to the list?
or still you've new dreams ready to replace old ones no more convenient.
Like a lab hamster we're still in the same point, same situation ... believing and almost convinced, yes this time we'll do it, this decision is good, this relashionship is the right one, this job is what I want.....this,this this.......we're silly. We lack courage, audacity, conviction.
By Dejavu