What is my history, where is my past

What is my history, where is my past
 Where would I end, where did I start

Where did I get these dreams in my eyes
Where do all go, when they bid good byes

Why am I lost, where am I heading
for the cost of my life, what am I treading

What could it have been and what would it be?
I hear its a lovely world, but why can't I see?

Where is the sun, why is it dark?
I hope there is light, but I see no spark.

That I can be more, Can I realize?
And can I just live, and do no compromise?

And How do I go, behold my destiny?
My heart revolts and mind starts a mutiny

Enough of questions, lets start again and retry
Lets make this work, there will be light and land forever won't be dry.

Truly
Abinash

Reciprocate, love and care

Many things are taken for granted, in life. Above all is the love and the warmth of togetherness. We get used to contentment induced by love. It excites no more. We get deceived into the ensemble that life follows the pace of our expectations. Deliberately oblivious to the need of reciprocation we reduce ourselves to just being consumer and not producer of love. We rationalize our act. And build excuses. But can there be an excuse for not loving back? Dancing to the tune of self centered thoughts we narrow our vision. All we see in the mirror is our reflection, not the desires hidden in the eyes. Engrossed with self we drift away from life, life as we knew it. And we only know, when it hurts, when its too late. We must wake up now and take the reign. Reciprocate, love back and care.

Truly
Abinash