Wish i could turn back time!!!

I can't forget the moments,
All those I spent earlier.
The joy,pain and tears,
Gonna linger forever.
The life seemed new,
The dreams were high.
Everything I see is monotonous now,
I don't know why...

We were young and free,
Thoughts were refreshed and
Emotions passionate,just couldn't express,
How it used to be...

The stage is set,the time has changed,
Must keep track with the changing rhyme,
But those days of mine are the sweetest memories,

I wish i could turn back time....

I wish I could fly

Lonely and sad my mood again swings
With a wish that if I had wings
In a flash I would fly
High and high in the sky
Happy and free like the clouds
Where glee and joy know no bounds

In a land unknown of grief and dismay
And make my heart feel happy and gay
Where anger and frown never stayed a while
And faces all around were glued with a smile
But within my head now i hear a scream
Maybe this is the time to come out of my dream
Into the world full of bodies searching for a soul
And within their hearts lies a deep dark hole
This seems nothing else but a pity
That now I’m back into reality
With no clouds around and not any wings
Stress and boredom is all that stings
Lonely and numb now I silently cry
I wish I had wings and I could fly..!!!

Just Be yourself !!!

All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was.  I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory.  I was naive.  I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer.  It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with:  that I am nobody but myself.

People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle.  But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth.  Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize:  a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child - our own two eyes.  All is a miracle.