Depends on You

Happy,
Counts on Thy,
Tune is ingrained,
Melody is yours,
Dance to it,
Or Mute it.

By Alfred North Whitehead

There are no whole truths,
All truths are half-truths.
It is trying to treat them,
As whole truths that plays
The Devil.

Go on & on...

Think from mind,
Think from heart,
if you don't know where to start,
Close your eyes,
& take a breath,
Still don't know where to begin,
Unlearn learnt,
& you will know!

Start

Wanna write,
Wanna be out of this mad nite,
Wanna die,
To born again,
To be born like phoenix,
To be new,
With the bits of old,
To be bold,
Yes can start it afresh,
But why to start & why & why & why to start,
Then even has to start!

And this, too, shall pass away

Anger, Ignorance,
Will roam away,
Ill feelings will pass away,
Life will pass away,
Mortal is nothing,
I will also pass away,
Death will also pass away,
Again life will carve its way,
And again it will pass away.