Petals of Life

When my friend commented that my life is unusually messy, I smiled a little thinking what would she say if I confided everything that has been going on in my life. Everyone says "Life isn't Fair", but what people don't understand is that Life is already Fair, its just us who don't realize it. But, this philosophy doesn't work out always. Life is always fraught with complications. No one has an easy way out, though there are different levels of complications in life. For someone your life would seem picture perfect while you would bee jealous of their way of life. If you are financially sound, then you would crave for family and happiness. If you have a caring family, then you would strive for financial success. If you are happy with the way things are in your life, then you have to endure the jealousy of other people who just can't bear your happiness. And so on, so forth goes the complications in life. We pray everyday, visit temples and mosque...

Life is at crossroad, Love is at crossroad, which way should I take, which train should I board.. Should I hold the hands of, the person whom I am in love, or should I give my hand in, betrothel to an unknown and bow?? should I go foward to take, the less trodden new way, or should I go back to safety, to where my cozy home lay.. I cannot give, nor can I take, from what fate has decreed on me, but still I try and strive to, make choice that sets my will free..

Midnight note struck, a strange melancholy, and a few stranded pedestrians ran for shelter.. Rain was now falling, neither thick nor cold, as I turned around, to see my shadow falter.. Slowly I made my way, amid the street lamps, that cast misty glow, alternating darkness of light.. I drew my cloak closer, though it wasnt chilling, my shadow laced to me by the seamstress light.. I sat in a corner, brooding over life, and turned to face my shadow, dutifully beside me.. I thought "will it be there, even after I die?, as death breaks all bonds, will my shadow abide?".. I bent a little to touch it, as it did the same, though there was none around, it felt foolish to do so.. with a sigh I got up and continued forward, the temptress journey of life, chaperoned by my shadow..

పల్లవి: ఆకాశమంత నా హృదయం లో చిరుఝాల్లు కురిపించే మబ్బులా వచావు చినుకంత వానవని అనుకుంటే వరదంత ప్రేమలో నన్ను ముంచావు అందాల వర్ణాల లోకాన్నే నా నీలి కన్నుల్లో చేర్చావు ఆశల్లో చూశే ప్రపంచాన్ని నా ముందు తీసుకొచ్చి నిలిపావు నా గుండెల్లో ఈ సవ్వడే .. ఒక అలజడై , ఆనందమై .. నాకే తెలియని నా నువ్వు అయ్యావు .. చరణం 1: చలి గాలుల్లో వెచ్చని పానుఫై నడి వేసవిలో జడి వానవై చిగురాకులలో కూసే కోయిలవై వసంతంలో చూశే హరివిల్లువై ఆ చంద్రున్నే చేరే చక్రవాకంలా ఆకాశంలో ఊగే వెలుగు తారలా నా ఊపిరయ్యి ఈ జన్మంతా .. ఒక దీవేనై నడిపే దీపమై .. నా ప్రాణం కె నువ్వు ప్రానమయ్యావు .. చరణం 2: ఆవేశం లో ఆనందమై నా కోపాన్ని కరిగించే నవ్వువై కనుపాపల్లో కవ్వించే కయిపువై కలకాలమంత నేనే నువ్వయ్యి రేయంత పలికే చిలిపి రాగంలా సందేలో చిలికే చిరునవ్వులా నా కోసమే నీ ప్రేమని .. ఒక వరంగా , కానుకగా .. నా ఆణువణువూ నీవే నీవే అయ్యావు ..

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