Lost Destination I peep through the window: they keep running with the mobiles humming warming up their frozen spirits till the last breath in them.
They run every morning on the bank of the lake to be afar from the din in the cities, their world of money , power and status pursuing their insatiated thirst for the supreme titles, ranks like Tatas, Birlas or Ambanis .
Man runs for his health to accelerate his running behind his wealth. Man’s life is woven between these two,faces of the same coin. wealthy man hangs around his health to drench with mirth in the stream of wealth.
But the poor peasant,nature’s friend toiling in mud inviting pleasant health that is his wealth supersedes the wealth of currency notes forever. What a pity ! a wealthy man in the craze of running strives to save his wrecking health to retain his fortune..
Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
The road to destination is wide & vague, Some get ahead, others lag behind, Other’s mission is to fail those ahead, Some find excuses to stay behind, Others are spectators, just watching the race, Others are oblivious to their status
Who knows the future? Secrets in the palm of jesting mind. Deep dwells the forgotten past, a reminder of untold losses. A life adorned with love, kindness, loyalty, and selflessness. Questions unanswerable pecking the essence of sanity Fate says the
Eerie the right and weird the atmosphere, Lightning flashes fearful faces, Giant trees cast sinister shadows, Danger lurks in the oddest of places, I stumbled on a stone and hit my head down, I suddenly realized that I had strayed
When I look back the silent darkness I had left in the deep woods a long ago where I had planted few seeds of my memories to grow but I found those seeds grown with thorns of exasperation and annoyance