Happy New Day

resolutions

I know I’m insane as much as you do, but yes.
I don’t approve of new year resolutions because they don’t help me in any way.

The whole point of resolutions is to implement things that can make the year better. At least, that’s what most people think. But they don’t seem to figure that aiming at something too far to reach, especially when it is a resolution, is not very likely to be accomplished.

When you make unreachable promises, you become subject to sheer pressure. That makes you subconsciously think that it is a job. Now, resolutions are supposed to be things we want to do, not things we have to do. This pressure makes the task tedious, and WHO wants to do something excessively ambitious and boring?

It isn’t bad to have ambitious goals. But I have been wondering why people think change is only needed when the new year begins.

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Every day is new.

A small, easy-to-accomplish goal set for each day is way better than an unreachable, overambitious new year resolution.

The dawn of a new day is worth celebrating. It is worth remembering that god has given us a precious life, of which every day is valuable. So why not give Him a promise, a resolution, that you will do something new everyday?

Learning something every day doesn’t mean pouring over school books, trying to scrape out something you don’t know to add to your brain’s contents. Doing something else, something you haven’t done before is also a part of learning.

So today, I resolve to

  • Go cycling.
  • Do a bit of watercolor painting.
  • Write poetry.
  • Practice hand lettering.
  • Hunt for new fonts.
  • Learn new Photoshop techniques.

New day resolutions don’t have to change your life. They just have to be things you want to include in your routine and will go against all odds to accomplish.

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Will YOU resolve to do something today?
Have you ever been under serious resolution pressure?

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Frogs

If there’s anything about sorrow
That I have to tell
I think of people as frogs
And sorrow as a well.

Huddled up, some remain
Overwhelmed by their fear
While some, overcome by grief
Drown in their own tears.

But getting out of sorrow
Isn’t very tough.
All you have to do
Is jump high enough.

The Vendor

They cast their hopeful eyes on me
The potatoes in the mound
The mangoes looked cautiously
From their pile on the ground.

The tomatoes’ sight followed
When I looked through their lot.
I shook my head at the vendor
“Is this what you’ve got?

“Tomatoes green and raw!
Mangoes undoubtedly sour!
Who will think of buying them?
They’ll be abandoned for sure!”

The vendor shook his turbaned head
And cast a little smile
“I agree that to realize
It takes quite a while.

“But won’t these green tomatoes
Turn mellow one day?
Aren’t these raw mangoes meant
To be yellow one day?”

Violence

As a quality, non violence is quite good
But see a little differently, if you would.
There’s a little good in every war
If only we see what it is for.

If one brings out a gun and says
“Now, I am going to murder you.”
Will you just stand on the path
Which you believe is of virtue?

Will you not react to what you’ve been told?
Will you think tolerance is being bold?
It is good at times, but you should think
Which quality to own and which to drown in the sink.

Violence is not always wrong
It shouldn’t be used to commit war crime
But to show the good in violence
Chosen must be the perfect time.

So, all who listen, keep in mind
In every thing you can find
Good, but do see it in the right way
Maybe if you will, so will they.

 

Destruction of Creation

I wonder if
you can tell me
not to tell anyone
that they bother me;

For noisy snobs
throughout the world
haven’t disappeared, just yet.
And the day you can
swallow your head whole
will be that day, I’ll bet.

Mountain peaks
clouds of dust
unbroken dreams
all in one piece;
Endless skies
alike the limit
would never drown
in the great seas.

The smell of books
and stupid looks
have not one thing
in them, common.
The peace in hearts
and selfless minds
all are marvellous
beauties, forgotten.

Silken clothes and
golden necks
seem to be for
what we care;
All the dreams
of the hopeful past
seem like they
weren’t there

The music, dance,
culture, tradition
All withering into
heaps of ash,
Like us, humans
treat our motherland
so badly that it
vanishes in a flash.

For all that it took
to create such marvels
Do we destruct
so early?
When did we start
this foolish way
of what is boyish
and girly?

See, not everything is
As easy as it seems
And neither were their
hopes and dreams.
Let us not shatter them
Like mirror glass
For life isn’t just
For letting it pass.

The Beanstalk of Virtue

There was one day when a beanstalk grew…
High into the sky it towered up to the sun,
And then the days of darkness had begun…

The plants stopped growing, the land grew bare.
There was nothing but darkness, like the sun wasn’t there.

A shadow fell over the grass which was green,
the land around was unseen.

A lighthouse on the coast was watching the bay,
when it noticed the night during day.

There a girl who not many knew,
away the darkness decided to shoo.

Out of the lighthouse she came with a lamp,
the air was salty and very damp.

Looked around her and spotted what the dark source may be,
a tall and upstanding anonymous… tree?

She walked to the stalk, and to where it went,
and wondered from where it could have been sent.

She made up her mind to set the sun free
from the boulder that blocked it and all that may be.

She knew she had taken too big a leap
as she climbed over the stalk leaves that were steep

The leaves were huge, the stalk and them alike;
It’d be a pretty place for a hike.

But her tiny black shoes pushed hard against the stem
as she tried to get past it and them.

Along the way she panted and puffed
and sometimes stopped, sat down and huffed.

Amongst her biggest fears was one of falling down
But she didn’t dare to look below her peasant gown

Stumbling and whopping, she went on the track
Now that she’d begun, there was no looking back.

A girl in a lighthouse that she was before
was climbing up a stalk that would soon be no more

As she finally reached the top of her goal…
She saw the Sun, glorious and bright!
With protection it would have been a marvellous sight.

But the rays of the Sun went right into her eyes,
and she fell right from the skies.

She was frightened and in great pain.
She tried to grab the stalk in vain.

One of the leaves got caught in her shoe,
and she tried hard to pull herself up too.

Tugged, she did, with all her might,
but the leaf around her shoe just became tight.

She had the determination in her heart, she had the courage too
She had the concentration in her mind and tried to get towards her shoe

Suddenly, a great creak she heard
and a loud chorus of the wings of birds

She felt she was going down, down, down
to get burried alive into the ground

She opened her eyes and saw many around her.
The curiosity of the moment completely bound her.

The strength of her courage had pulled the stalk down. Or so she was told, she was.
She had done what couldn’t any soldier or any charming horse.

Adventure was what she had sought, and it was what she got.
Over the vast horizon peaks had happened a lot.