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Chasing Dreams...

Dreams are like butterflies,
You've to chase them with passion.
Neither too hard, nor leaving it to chance,
With right mix of planning and enthusiasm.


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  1. Perfect analogy. Will keep in mind. :)

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  2. ..............and it is said chase the butterflies(dreams)as a child chases them, full of laughter, enthusiasm, sparkle in the eyes, untiringly and without getting bored. Lovely poem Saru.

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  3. Nice analysis of situations and well written as always !

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  4. Beautiful Saru! Just like the butterflies (dreams). :-)

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  5. Well said... Chase your dreams like butterflies :)

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  6. you are right..I love that line..dreams are like butterflies..

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  7. ah! beautiful! and i second what kalpana says!

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  8. that makes sense...the last line is a quote in itself.

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  9. You've to chase them with passion.
    Neither too hard, nor leaving it to chance,

    Why do you say... "Neither too hard"???

    Ritz..

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    1. Sometimes we try too hard and loose perspective. For fresh ideas we have to be calm and enjoy the journey.

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  10. Lovely and Inspiring.. :)

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  11. You aid it all in so few words, Saru!

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  12. Butterflies are delicate & colorful and so are Dreams!
    My we catch them! :)

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  13. Well said. And dreams like butterflies are so difficult to catch, one can spend time just looking at them!

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  14. beautiful words ...keep up your writing !!

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  15. Quite idealistic explanation! Nice line Saur!

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  16. Hi Saru, These are two lines of a poem I remember, I do not know by whom. "Try out those wings and head for your star, no matter how far it may seem, go for the finest and best that you are, and dream the most wonderful dream." Loved your words. Practical and magical at the same time.

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  17. motivating and uplifting :) and true :)

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  18. Such a lovely thought. Truth written in every sentence!

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  19. very well written .. motivating .....simply speechless ....

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  20. Brilliant.
    Just when I was unknowingly repeating the phrase 'follow the butterflies' in my mind for no reason. Loved it!

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  21. Wonderful analogy Saru... I remembered the "Holding the sand" analogy in Dil Chahta hai (Yes, I love that movie) :D

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  22. short, simple and efficient one... very nice mam...

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  23. @Everyone - Thank you so much for reading and sharing your views.

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  24. Ya true with the right mix of planning and enthusiasm. :)
    I like this quote by Langston Hughes
    “Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.”
    -Langston Hughes

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