satya - 11/25/2016, 5:01:29 PM
Satya: Grasshoper wish
We sit, Wonder, And Leave! That is life. As far as anyone knows That is the truth. Yet, Every action i take Seek to portend permanence! I so want to be a Grasshoper And not an Ant.
satya - 11/25/2016, 5:02:50 PM
Raghu: Reflections of Rock under the stream
Repartee ----- We Wonder, Procreate, And Leave! That is Life. Many argue there is more to life But its deafening to hear the silent reply. Yet, Every action I take Seek to portend permanence! I so want to be a Rock under a stream And not a Mountain.
satya - 11/25/2016, 5:04:12 PM
Rajendra: Before the end becomes the beginning
We wonder About the beginning, about the end About the origin and the destination We seek to find meaning to our existence On what we leave behind or where we aspire to end Yet, most time is spent in the journey itself Not at the beginning, not the end Maybe, it's this journey of life we should cherish And make every minute count Take the road less travelled Climb a mountain, swim in a spring Whatever it is that makes you happy And lets you bring happiness to others For the beginning and the end we don't control But the journey, it's all in our grasp Make it count Before the end becomes the beginning
satya - 11/25/2016, 5:06:04 PM
Longfellow: Psalm of life
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world?s broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe?er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act,? act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o?erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o?er life?s solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.