Whispering Shadow

A journey arduously long To begin writing your life’s true song You think you had planned it all Underestimating the height of Murphy’s wall Only a few miles to go But with resources depleting Every mile worth four More uphill the task seeming Many say shortcuts are easier To me, compromise is  a stranger What’s the joy of a journey? If you make satisfaction your enemy A task is meant to be done well Only then can your heart swell The sense of true achievement and pride show On the retrospective road when you go The chosen path you must walk The set objective you must stalk For being a man resourceful Material wealth is less meaningful You draw the power of your will The ability to focus on the path uphill Your creativity is limitless, moral fibre strong Why even think you will go wrong? You won’t if only you know Why you take the path you do For the reason is the source Of the belief – your driving force Believe in y...

Coincidentally, it has so happened that two of my friends, who are completely unrelated to each other, have asked me - Is my blog dead? I would dare say yes but I realize that their fear is not unfounded. The last time I wrote a proper post was probably June . More importantly, the last time I wrote straight from the heart was in December . My blog has not died, but it is surely breathing its last breaths. If it dies, the more appropriate phrase would be "I killed it". From June to September, I have been making different excuses whenever it comes to writing. The most convincing one probably has been the lack of inspiration, ideas and time in that order. The alternate explanation has been having other forms of expressions that have kept my head clear from clutter. To be honest, I know in a deep corner of my heart that both arguments are without basis.  Inspiration and ideas do not come knocking on your door often. Ideas and inspiration are both ephemeral, like a b...