Power of Words

Silence is bliss,
Silence is pain.
Silence is gentle,
Silence is harsh.
Silence is victory,
Silence is defeat.
Silence is submission.
Silence is aggression.

It's really surprising,
to see a single word expressing so many emotions.
Who says silence is peace?
It can be the silence before the storm.

Who says silence is submission?
May be it's just a tactical retreat.

Same word, different feelings, different meanings.
We human beings are blessed to have so many words to express feelings.

Empire vanish, dynasties decay,
It's the words which will be always hold sway.

Illusion

Is life an illusion?
Then what is death?
End of illusion?
Or beginning of reality.

If death is illusion?
Then what is life?

Why there is a fine line between reality and illusion?
What we see real today,
May feel as illusion tomorrow.

What may be eternal today?
Will cease to exist tomorrow.
Today's joy is tomorrow's pain,
And yesterdays sorrow is today's joy.

All our feelings loses it's meaning without the context in which it's happened.
Today's act of bravery can be an act of cowardice tomorrow.

So everything changes with time.
And time shows us it's illusions.
He is the medium,
And he is the magician.

It's Friday

For the whole week
I was waiting for this day
Thanks God It's Friday.
The week was hard fought,
But it was easier than I thought.
It's always the same,
Fighting hard never tires me.
It's sitting idle that scares me.
It's all in mind,
Clear sky or dark night.
What one needs is a will to fight.
Frightened, I sit frozen,
Fighting, I stand tall.
It's not the fall that matters.
What matters is the fight,
To stand for what you believe is right.
For the whole week
I was waiting for this day
Thanks God It's Friday.

Ideas

Some times, I feel I am full of ideas,
And some times none.
What is so special about ideas,
That few have it all and others none.

For the whole day, I was searching for an idea,
All in vain, where are you my dear idea?

Then suddenly , like a flash of lightening,
It came, from nowhere.

Not sure if it was good or bad,
But it was my child,
Be it sober or wild.

So friends, it's all about ideas,
creating ideas, stealing ideas,
living in the world full of ideas,
and dying in the world because of ideas.

It's never about Money

How many times we read people going bankrupt?
Painful though , It's a reality.
They are the same people,
Whom we admire.
They are the same people ,
who dare to go where nobody goes.
For them the mountains calls
and rising is the aim after every fall.
They are notorious,
They are some times cruel,
They are brave,
They venture where the consequences are grave.

Many failed,
Few succeeded .
Many more are ready to go through the grind,
Success and failures they don't mind.

Power currupt,
But the quest for power is more intoxinating.
It's like a game ,
Where there is prize to be won,
And power is it's name.

It's never about money, honey.
It's always about power.
Power to control our destiny.
And as the world is interwoven,
To control our own destiny ,
We need to control others as well.

This is the problem.
Which has got no solution.

That's why I say,
It's never money ,honey.
Power is sweeter than honey.

Thinking of you

I am lost.
I am happy,
I feel the wind,
Cold I don't mind.
Immune to sorrow.
Immune to pain.
Because I am thinking of you,
Every thing feels always the same.

Is the love I was trying to find?
It's difficult to explain,
But easy to see.
Because I am thinking of you,
Every thing feels always the same.

I am lost.
Wandering in woods.
Can't you see it in my eyes.
Even in dispair they are shining bright.
Because I am thinking of you,
Every thing feels always the same.

Happiness

I was just wondering,
What is happiness?
Is it just the opposite of sadness?
Or just a state of mind.

Also read, that it is the sorrow and despair
which brings the best out of the chosen ones.
Why is it so?
Or is the the thing,
Which makes you to give your all
When thrown against a wall.

Why the creative minds flourish in pain?
Why pain brings best and the worst out of people?
Why despair makes people crazy?
Why is that the situation that makes one happy makes another sad?

Different reactions to different situation by different people.
This is question which is asked regularly,
But never answered .
This is question best left unanswered
To be asked again,
What is Happiness?
Is it just the opposite of sadness?
Or just a state of mind.