Monday, December 31, 2018

Dear 2019

Another ride of 365 days comes to an end . As i am traveling back in this year i am trying to string together all the memories and all i can say it was a swift year ,moved at a pace i am unsure of.It was a year full of professional and personal turmoils yielding no bigger result however the journey made me glance at what life is.It was tough,i have come across moments where i have freezed to take a decision.This year has taught me to take risks which i never did,it made me financially very independent I have learnt to prioritize my responsibilities,i learnt to sacrifice my joy over my family's happiness,  have met many new people,had deep conversations,perspective and opinions of others has amazed me,this year has made me feel more blessed,filled with gratitude for the Almighty.
This year made me learn how to handle the different personalities,above everything i learnt to speak and take a stand because if we don't stand for ourselves ,nobody else will.Never be dependent or keep high hopes and expectations from humans,if somebody can grant your wish then its just your Lord.He listens and answers at the right time.
The hardest lesson i learnt is everything has its own time,you cannot win over it.Do not plan your life waiting for something to happen,rather create opportunities and carve your path,the thorns are inevitable but the strength shall soar.
However the saddest part is i din't fulfill any of my goals ,my sheer lack of determination is what i wish to come over in this year.I did not reach anywhere close to my fitness goals.Inconsistent work outs and practice has again kept me way from 21 km marathon.A busy schedule took away my time to explore mountains.the target of 10 books per month made me realize i cannot just lie in one corner and stick to books but balance it with other important events and family.I have still not figured out my work interests.My business ideas failed miserably with no execution.Everyday i wonder while traveling to work,all i am getting is a salary which is important but how much is my potential and talent getting justice.How much can i groom myself.I took no efforts to write a book instead just dreamt of it.I have to settle in my personal life and shoulder responsibilities
This year 2018 has given me a mirror to my skills as well as flaws and as i am welcoming 2019 i shall again strive hard to fulfill all that i have left behind,ready to learn and grow and find a meaning rather a purpose to life.
Dear 2019 i am prepared for newer challenges,memories and beginnings.Year after year the bundle of my experiences makes me understand the greatness of my Almighty and his mercy.I am grateful for everything right from my joys to tears.
To end Thank you 2018,and dear 2019 I welcome you with sincere prayer for the well being of my family and friends.

-SSW

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

The Art that Reflects.

P.C Google

The trajectory of colors stand in a line ,
When the glance of lens catches them fine.
What a beautiful image echoes the one,
Who owns the pride of being it's rum.
The kick of its melody addicts the soul,
The trance of its beauty catches the whole.
You set them in a frame of beautiful art,
And weave it to glorify the hidden dart.
The passion of colors stills the moment,
Stealing the breadth of mystique torments.
The green field amidst the smiling eyes,
And the wailing heart of love that dies.
The sculptures carved of lost portrait,
And the pieces hooked like a bait.
The walls,corners,rivers with valley,
The rising sun and the dusky alley.
They pose to the lens and set an affair,
To muse it's thought of a beautiful pair.
Combing the streets and the wild sky,
A photographer walks with a bird's eye.
The ordinary glances seems so different
When viewed from the world of knitted.
Like the depth of the ocean lying beneath,
Echoes the narrative that is tangled within .
The 'Art that Reflects' in the eyes of a click,
Has a concealed story that begins to speak..

-SSW

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