who am I?

Sometimes I wonder about what am I seeking. Am I seeking or just living from one moment to another? Is it because I do not know what else to do? I breathe without knowing that I am, I live without knowing that I am. It's only when I see the picture of another stranger as old as I am, that I realize that I too have traversed all those distances and am as withered, old,wrinkled and vintage as the person in the picture. It's just my spirit which cannot be pictured, which makes me live on without a thought. It's the blithe spirit of the free wind, the roaring, frothy movement of powerful waves which come in unison and retreat passively. That, I feel is me. The wind, the wave, the careless free all pervading yet lonely spirit, Which belongs to no one, Not even the earthly creature called "Varsha".

CHOICES!

Life is a game, you win some, you lose some,

The idea is to just keep playing always,

Never give up.

 Accept the good with the bad,

The beautiful with the ugly,

Summer with winter,

Equinox with solstice, 

The glum and sad with the happy go lucky.

Our life is ours to make or mar,

Our decisions,our compromises make life easy or difficult,

There are no short cuts, 

As every action has a reaction,

Yet, as we live but once,

Let's make it as happy as it possibly can be,

If I sow oats, I will reap oats,

Whatever decision I take is mine and mine alone!

This is a game which I play,
Not to lose or win, I  play as I have no choice,
We all live with given circumstances,
The choice is ours to stay and make the most of it,
Or move on and choose to change the situations,
Think well and choose courageously,
Life is ours only once,
Choose and choose to live well.