Is start the beginnning Or beginning the End?

Is going silent suddenly a sign of change,
Does making your mind defines the range,

Is something always better than nothing,

Is preaching better than learning,

Does money always gives a way to fame,

Is all what is important just a name.

Words go right ,words go wrong,

But hearing only what you desire is the game.

Love is live,love is peace,

But it is not the only aim.

Signs are many,

but understanding each of them is not the same.

Deeds into actions,actions into verdict,

All I require is a chance to frame.

Things which are ubiquitous,

Beautiful and lovely but are crammed.

Answers are important,

But do the questions end?

Survivors are many,

But the rivalry remains,

Lovers are many,

But the covetousness sustains.

 People change,politics remain,

Status changes,Respect remains,

Lovers change,love remains,

Friends change,Friendship remains,

Situation changes,Attitude remains.

A circuitous loop goes from one to other end,

Dilemmas are many,

But where does Serenity remains.

I wonder and ponder time and again,

what have I lost and what have I gained,

Miles to achieve,millions to comprehend,

Languages are many,but difficult to understand,

Visions are many,but sight refrained,

Piles of  Desires,sometimes seem insane.

Fallacy captures over and over again,

And I am left with the believe:

Is start the beginning Or beginning the End

Life still has a lot to amend.

Transformation..

I was used to love my innocent life..
Gone are those days when we were little kids,
Gone is the pristine essence from life..
Gone are those school days..where
people used to say -"those were the best days of your
life"
and I used to agree upon..

But ,slowly and gradually life took a U-turn
and came the "college days".
One fine morning everything just changed..
one fine morning a few naughty still lovable people came into life..
one fine morning evrything seemed bright,
one fine mrng...the school life faded away..
nd one fine mrng..i released its not easy to let people go..
but it is easier to let others in..
one fine mrng,...everthing just flashed from the memory..
and the only thing which remained was a bunch of cute,lovely,caring people..
whom I called NAUGHTY 11..