There was a man


There was a man who slept extra hours in morning. He was in regret for getting up late again. He was a singer when he took shower. He was a chef when he prepared his own breakfast. He ran like an athelte when he was late for his work. During lunch he became diet conscious and ate two bites less than usual. He became confused when asked about his future. He became introvert when asked about his salary and savings. He became a philosopher when he spoke about meaning of life. He became most idol person when he got a call from family on his cellphone. He became a stalker when he searched his old crush on facebook. He became a politician when he read news about election. He became a techie when he coded two lines of programme. He became irritated with his same old repetitive work. He became an artist when he drew chart plan of his life. He became a entrepreneur when he looked for the ways to achieve his life plan. He became a dreamer when he got appreciation at work. He became a doctor when his friend caught cold. He became an old tired person when he returned from work. He became a saint when he sat in his room in solitude. He then went to sleep at night with all the peace. He became a winner because he spent one more day without losing hope. He became a winner because he did not quit. Most importantly, All through out the day, deep inside his heart, he was always a lover, a passionate one, Who was always thinking about love of his life. His girlfriend, ambitions, passions and goals.

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Vivek Upadhayay

I am never satisfied with what I have, and never Doubt on what I can conquer. I do not just look only in straight direction, because the world of wisdom is walking beside me and I also discover the sully soul on my other side, I am a camouflage of both. I turn around and try to walk backward to see what I keep within, deep, behind my back and accept the strokes wind puts on my face and make myself ready to get shocked any moment in life, because Things will change their shape and dimension in coming years, Good will become bad and bad will become the best. because it is what I have seen yet. Even me will not remain me, but my instinct will never change neither my love for certain things. So I surge up into the territory of stars, out of this world and try to find who I am today ?

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