disguised blessing.........

when I place my cobwebbed head  in the warm lap of my mother made cosy with the soft cotton sari and sleep a while,I wish to be there for ever and smell the divinity of motherhood for which I cadge.
I got to know that the little birdies live with their families till they are illiterae of flying .Once they learn,they leave their nests forever and under predestinarianism,fly away in the azure to get one partner for making a new nest.Human nature is also similar,difference is that our sky is small and even after leaving our nests we pine for getting back there.

Twenty years are less for the people who have nurtured the saplings till they grow into plants to walk away.It is harder indeed for the plants also  to see the transgression of their planthood into treeism making the skin of the stem dryer and tougher from outside keeping the  memories of the yore green and alive though.It is hard to adjoin new people in life which invites a lots of confusions as well in regards to our duties,our spending time ,our reliability towards the people getting older.Everybody repeats the same story of same plot in their respective lives where people live,play,grow old and then leave.In between, lies the experiences and stories to narrate to the world where our fragments float making up the memories and resemblence.
Paulo cohelo used one concept of power of a moment where sometimes in an event we feel that same things,same imagery , same activities have been earlier also experienced and in that case we could predict what next would happen.This refers that the particular moment has some intention which needs to be realised and that is the reason it comes in front of us till we do.Till I read him I thought I was the only one to experience the thing and referred it as of a magical and gifted essence.But if it happens to some more and they pay heed to it I think we would start seeing an alchemical change in the art of our living...
Drowsiness sometimes before turning into full sleep whispers some nice thoughts as a precursor to our dreams,just now it did and I want to freeze it "when something/someone goes/go away and we feel it/he can't come back at all,we can strive hard to crawl upto the point nearest to them and the tattered reflections may reappear............