The Cost of a Celebration...

Time... As i received in a forwarded mail.. posting it here...

A winter evening.
Four friends.
One barsaat.
Four glasses of chai.

Hundred bucks of gas.
A rusty old bike.
And an open road.

Maggi noodles.
A hostel room.
4.25 a.m.

3 old friends.
3 separate cities.
3 coffee mugs.
1 internet messenger.

Rain on a hot tin roof.
Pakoras deep-frying.
Neighbours dropping in.
A party.

You and mom.
A summer night.
A bottle of coconut oil.
A head massage.
Gossiping about absent family members.

You can spend
hundreds on birthdays,
thousands on festivals,
lakhs on weddings,
but to celebrate
all you have to do is spend your Time.

To be or not to be....

How many times has the mind wandered..........
Thinking of what is right, what is wrong...
What should be done, what should not be...
What is ethical, what is unethical...
What is important, what is not...

Questions... and further questions questioning them,
Confused minds or hearts or souls,
Decision or indecision...
Truth or FalseHood...

Arghhh!!! What am doing???
Is the mind crazy or is this the reality?
Am I living or just surviving??
Michael says, "Stop existing and start living".

Am I after the world or is the world after me..
Should I love to live or live to love?
Should someone answer these questions,
or are they best left unanswered??

Well.. whatever it is, the grand finale, as The Bard says it....
"To be or not to be, that is not the question;
The question is.............................................."

Ahem Ah! Well!!! What was the question????

Untitled....

Thought that I should be original this time :)

This is one of my owm compositions. Do provide ur comments and suggestions for suitable title entertained.

When laughter rings like bells of horizontal beauty,
She called upon thee to bring forth the anxious wail of bay.

The mind soared high and higher,

The unclenched hands held the world,

Substantial harmony brought forth peace.

Upon the soul of unglamorous ecstasy,

Tenderness filled to brim and overflowed,

Yet, the heart did not soar or pour,

The mist blocked the magnificent,

The breathlessness persisted and held her down.

The reins were loose, but not yet broken.

The heart whimpered, but could not cry.

The voices whispered, but did not speak.

When the mob questioned with doubt,

"Is is a boy, or a girl child?"