My mornings!

Hey, beautiful day, I just wanted to wish—
listen—what your beauty means to me.

My eyes open—6:30, like yesterday;
they know they will not see, even today.

My body bathes, as needed, to face the day;
it knows it will not feel the touch today.

I meditate—it cools the mind every morning;
yet I know, it changes nothing.

Dawn, dusk, or noon—
no flavor.

I know it all,
yet I go on, with a fake smile.

Boring—smile-less, fun-less days;
again, and again—
when do they stop?

I no longer wait for anything to happen;
still, I go to office—
a machine, moving levers.

Years ahead—no cheer,
lived like the dead;
fake, worthless cheerfulness,
worn every day.

Hey, iteration—
the day returns,
and I say,
good morning, once again.

Amit Choudhary (c) 2012

Quotes (Set 2)

The saddest man is the one who feels guilty while smiling.

If physics works on you, philosophy definitely will.

If you still hold a grudge with your parents, think again. If you were a child first time, then they were also experiencing parenthood first time.

– Amit Choudhary, 2007

He, the Hero

His horse ran straight into the trap.

He severed heads from necks.

He saved the honor of his people,

and lost his own— 

his head falling from the shoulder.

He, the Hero,

was their ultimate guard.

He ran to his shop every morning,

closed deals with steady hands,

held his temper before louder men,

and carried his family on his back.

He, the Hero,

kept their world from breaking.

– Amit Choudhary, 2010

Quotes (Set 1)

Those who are easily interested are often easily bored.

I play with life’s questions, but I never play with life’s answers.

If it is not present there, create it here.

— Amit Choudhary, 2008