Friday, April 14, 2017

Irony of life


We have turned into machines, working like robots, running through our days like we are trying to get somewhere...but where? it's a mirage, the faster we go, the further our destination goes. We are always running to get to the next moment
And through all this running we have forgotten to live today. We have forgotten to love today... taken life for granted, forgotten that our days are numbered. Until death knocks on our doors, looming around our house, then suddenly we value life, suddenly we have time to sit together and talk, cry, smile at memories, regret, remorse, feel, emote.

Until then, we behave like we are guaranteed a tomorrow. Death comes to remind us to live. It snaps it's fingers, saying... And u thought I won't come for you?

If only we lived with that reminder every day...wouldnt we live better? Wouldn't we stop taking this beautiful gift for granted. Wouldn't we tell each other that we care? Wouldn't we love better? Wouldn't our hugs and kisses be more genuine? Wouldn't we take care of ourselves and each other better? If only we remind our selves that tomorrow is not promised to us. Maybe then we will learn to live a full life in every moment!
It's ironic...but it takes death to remind us to live.
#life #ironic #death #livealittle 

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Twelve years later...

I would have thought that a decade later it would become easier..
But even after 12years, every cell in my being still sheds a tear.

The times when I was depressed, you wrapped me in your arms so tight...
Telling me with unspoken words that you had my back in every sorrow n fight.

And tonight was extra special when you ran down n bought me McDonald's n later tucked me in bed,
And with a kiss on my cheek n a smile, 'have a good night', you said.

Of all the memories I have of those wonderful days,
My all time favorite is this... The last time that I saw your beautiful smiling face.

Because of you I know that life is short n it'll pass like a breeze..
And all we really leave behind are memories...