Weave your experience, to script the beautiful future,
Let the strings play, In harmony with your past,
Simple and Astounding, Lovable and Adorable,
Memorable and pleasurable, Like a painting on the wall,
With Reflections of passions, and Impatience of Success,
But with a touch of candor, and softness of persistence,
When you know you have, the morning has arrived,
Strike the right chord, It is the Truth of Touch!
My Dream
Dream weaves like a music in my life,
My ‘Self’ rises in its aspiration,
The burning desire causes its precipitation.
Like a formless cloud it starts engulfing me,
I start sailing along, with the hope it will find its home,
When it will rain to spread the greenery all around.
But it will have to pass the muster of Sun’s heat,
Where it can burst during its incubation,
In its peregrenation, only to form another formless cloud.
Its end will it achieve one day,
The rainbow will be born,
My Pride, My sweat, My chef-d’oeuvre.
The Path of Dream
Have u ever wondered how fluid the dream is.
Like a formless cloud.. it takes any shape it wants to
it expands, it grows, it shrinks, it bursts…
But more often than not.. we chase our dreams like a
traveler following a polestar, fixated by it..
thus automatically putting a freeze,not allowing our dream
to evolve.
Why not we allow our dream to just find its own float in the air.
Why not allow our dream to be
its own guide ??
Keys to Imagination....
Empowering Leaders 300 Words at a Time
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