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
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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.