Electronic City, Bangalore
For ages, I have been deeply rooted in the clutches of Procrastination. Yes, this weekend I vow to reading the book ‘The Now Habit’ which has been pending ‘unfinished’ for last few months.
Tomorrow , would do my best to share a brief summary of the book in my words. Having said that, I wind up today.
Sharing one of the poems, I got to read on fellow blogger’s site:
No single place for joy to thrive,
The stunning solitude piercingly mute,
No saviour, no restitute.
And then there was light at the end of night.
The tide subsided, retreated the wave,
Alas! I missed the gems they gave.
Snubbing those hateful memories out straight,
My feet came to an abrupt halt,
As I stopped, the big tree called.
Braving the sun as well as the wind,
I too can be audacious, intrepid still,
I shall fight, yes, I will.
Deeply woven in the fabric of life’s garment.
“Confront them, O self, and emerge smiling,
Ready to tackle the ones following.”
When the eternal fact reached my mind,
Sorrows, like joy, are shadows of life,
Engaging us throughout, to strive.
Just to armour for the next one?
And then another next, and the next still,
What’s life with such distasteful drill?
Until I heard myself say,
“O dear self, fear mot any more,
Look at the sky, high should you soar.
More than a half get unnoticed death,
Anguishingly they embrace the pyre,
Leave no trace after the fire.
Reverberating, as generations come,
But not all can aspire to be such,
Else history loses its meaning much.
Craven beings, they too rot and rust.
You merit a better place, dear me,
For all battles fought courageously.
But you are content after battles won.
You belong now to those high ranks,
Who smile at death as another prank.”