He liked her.
She liked him.
Till they scrolled down.
Is it hate
or the heat
from the heart
When I go wow
at your feat,
when I say ‘hats off’
to your wins..
Is it praise
or the grunt
of my ego
bearing the brunt?
when the world
says you are awesome,
I quickly check
what’s behind your stardom…
Is it happiness
or am i just bothered
if your win is bigger
than my loss?
If for nothing else,I can thank my subjects of envy for this post idea 🙂
The voice that speaks from within…
When you hear whispers on a silent night or a busy day
When you want to express and you want to say
That however cold life may be, however grey
You know you can’t rest, you know you can’t stay
When the world grows lousy
And the airs go dry
Your heart whimpers in agony
It wants to cry
There is nothing that pleases
Nothing seems to give a clue
You know you want just one thing
That is to make your dreams come true….
Life knows how to make you tough
As a rock or as steel
It gives you the chance, that’s rough
No matter how you feel.
And finally when it happens
Out of the night cold and blue
You rub your eyes and think it’s not true
There is still something you can do.
Listen to your heart and go by its words
You have missed a lot; there were things you didn’t care
You said, life is to live, but never put any efforts
To make it worth living, inspiring and fair
If that’s true, if that touches
Then get up and get going
To set right those glitches
that were haunting and echoing
It’s not me, it’s not you,
it’s just not the heavens above.
it’s your dream which speaks from within…
– Composed by Priya Mandal
Presentation designed by Priya Mandal
Whenever my mind begins to ponder
over this deep, dark secret,
however hard tried, I wonder,
my wisdom fails to get it correct.
O! you wise people of the world
can you lend your wits?
to crack the puzzle which bothers,
though I strive hard to solve it.
What is life? The meaning? The definition?
go on, give yourself a try,
for it still remains a stubborn question
which never fades nor gets dry.
some say, it’s about celebrating each day
some smile and face it as it comes their way.
some stagger and stammer at the sight of perils,
others vile away the moments in nags, jibes and quarrel.
there are warriors, who fight their battle
till their last beat and breathe.
but this world is not devoid of those
who sacrifice their life and embrace death.
Still, life is the same to all of us
whether we wish or not,
with boulders and pits all along the path
where we leap, sprint and trot.
careful, watch every single step,
for we never know what lies next
you miss a beat, alas! you go,
leaving unaccomplished your lone quest.
so what, if you fell,
c'mon you can still stand up,
for failure is not in falling,
but it’s failing to get up.
life to me is just living
and wearing an everlasting smile
for it makes you tough as a wall,
and never lets you be glassy fragile.
Still, you can define it with a difference
if not heartily satisfied.
for it still remains a stubborn question,
no matter how many times tried.
- Written by Priya Mandal