My little thoughts for living..

Only the present is Real. The Past is only in our Minds. The Future is in our Projected Minds.

Get to Know and Love your Outer Self. But Get to know and Love your Inner Self more. Your outer self is the sum total of others' perception of you. Your inner self is the sum total of your perception of yourself. If the Knowledge of your inner self is deep and complete, only one Self remains.

Forget, if you can. For, who are you, to forgive another when you need forgiveness yourself?

There is no unselfish act in this world. This is the very nature of things.

Just accept and do it. Keep accepting and doing . Keep on accepting and doing . That’s all is expected of you.



About Me

Chennai, Tamilnadu, India
home maker, working professional . Woman . Wife, Mom, Daughter. More. All in a mixed parody of sorts! Don't know whether I have been accepted in any of these roles.I am Moody, yet love people. I ike solitude but also love scintillating conversation. Creative , yet able to withstand being hemmed in by mediocrity! Practical, yet irrational. Hardworking, but love to laze around doing nothing at all for periods on end! Like to travel, but havent travelled at all:)Spiritual ,yet constantly seeking to learn more about it.!I am ,various things to various people and enjoy all the games I play!

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Sunday, December 21, 2008

The Den

The den it was when I went
With things in it that had once meant
Joy and interest to my friend..
Yet now not apparent.?

With music sleekly lined ..seen but not heard
Books in geometric array ..yet not frayed…
Lovingly displayed..and perfectly classified..
Do they fulfill all that you need my friend?
Two china walls stare up at you as you enter..
Are they papers..it’s not clear ..
They seem more to block and to deter..
All that lovingly wants to come near

How lovely it could be if the den be redone
With a bean bag for him that would be such fun..
A rocking chair or a swing whence books could be read
Neat transparent boxes to throw in the music no longer dead
A personal stereo to rock and roll when the day has taken its toll
Pictures in frames and a divan in cane..
Cushions for comfy and potted plants aplenty..

A keyboard in sight and a guitar to play all night
Posters of Formula 1 to take delight in might
Why not dear love be playful and naughty
It’s time dear ..be scared not you are forty..
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