Monday, February 20, 2012

Life as we know it

 "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old times is still a flying,
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying"


Life, a word that strikes endless references, numerous imageries in mind, some from past and many from present, comprehends the fact that there lies no definition for life. Life is an identity for one who works, life is a gift for one who is a keeper, life is an experiment for one who adventures, and life is a journey for one who leaps. We play different roles at different stages of our lives where all we need to do is to offer ourselves in the service of whatever it demands for, without forgetting our real entity.
Everybody lives with a different story but somewhat same lesson at the end of the day. In the kaleidoscopic world where in our lives, apart from us, many others live, inspire, influence, teach, hurt and love create an impression which gives us a direction towards choosing a way of living and deciding the principle tools for life ahead. How is our life and how should it be? It is a customised question of seeking reality and needs to be answered every other moment. So let us try to dig into different facets of life and take a journey to create avenues for living a life with no regrets and true compassion.
When we go into darkness we already know the reality that it is due to the lack of light that makes us invisible to our own eyes. In our lives too we need to find out the hard-core reality about the deprivation making us invisible among the people around us and turning us into a dispirited person. Negativity is nothing other than a surrender attitude of self that believes that situations are demanding things out of the purview. Once we identify the lacuna in our efforts making any project, be it at work, in society or in personal corners, successful and believe that human capabilities are unlimited, there will be no work unfinished, neither will be a tinge of discontent inside. Some times our work life is not as peaceful and easy going as we wish it but that is how one's hard work and all the education pay off. What we do and how sensitised we are towards our work no matter how badly our expectations end reflects our attitude towards our life. By maintaining ethical line of work, adopting emotional intelligence and pursuing a progressive learner's approach in the career helps in gearing up our professional life. And one basic mantra that always helps resuming originality is to be in work for only the working hours and then forget that we are even employed. The meagre 24 hours of a day needs to be evenly and fairly divided to play our parts in a justified manner.
Nature, since years has been standing as a soother to share the burden that lies on the shoulders of man paranoid of the chaotic and occupied life. Like an innocent childhood where there are always beginnings and no ends, where there is no one to pierce any hole into their self-proclaimed world of fantasies and where every fearless effort is deprived of any kind of artificiality, nature is one single place which connects us to what we really are. In the world of grown-ups where complications, second-handed feelings, piracies and filthiness are like elemental tools to survive we still can extract little time to peep into our own little world somewhere inside and make quality time with the same nature that stood unchanged few years back. Spend more time in your garden, embrace the morning glory of sunshine, and let your feet touch the cold of dewdrops on the carpet of grass, let the humming bird be your every morning companion on the strong branches of the old banyan in your backyard, dance in the rain, jog for breathing the freshness of the morning, make a healthy diet as a perfect start for your day, frame a strong physique to live a joyful and long life, write diaries for they are the reminders and face-lifters too, look back and see what made you happy, discover your lost forgotten hobbies and establish them in your routine, read and gather knowledge as much as you can and make your life a reflection of your purpose of living.
Emotional upheavals often make our steps stumble while we walk on the road of life since it is full of uncertainties. Being expressive and considerate to ones we know and tend to know is one way to invite, give and share happiness. Show what you feel for others, offer help to everyone who might be hesitant to seek and speak nice words since they are the indicators of your concern. From the diary pages of a loving husband, "What if tomorrow never comes, will I be able to face myself again for I never kissed you the way I wanted to, for I never held you tight in my arms and explained how much I cared for you, for I never looked into your eyes to see my own reflection, for I never said sorry for the things I really was, for I never told you the things my heart nagged again and again to confess. Life seems too short once we realise that it is too long to be all alone. We love to love but we often do not dare to dare and this nature often breaks hearts of people in the guilt of not fulfilling our own desires and of others for not being a part of their desires.
Live for your family, spend happy hours with them, draw smiles on their faces and love them like they love you. Family is the strongest bond that shows that there are more laughter than cries, more love than hatred and more reasons to be happy than being in sorrow.
Life is what we make it: A basket of surprises with little anticipations and full of opportunities. Remember, happiness lies in the moments of present, memories of past and dreams of future. So lead a life full of moments, filled with memories and engrossed with dreams.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012



A long cherished dream hides

                Inside the layers of mind

                             Had I been strong enough

                                          To leave the happiness behind.

New colours of stoicism

In the world of seclusion eyes are the true speakers..

Amidst nature lies the peace,entire peace ...
Comparative autumn

Autumn brings colours

One forlorn area where noone lands...

Monday, February 13, 2012

A valentine special




In the darkest night lit with moon and stars like assistants of love, we sleep facing the bare sky in a complete silence except the heartbeats that our hands feel on each other. Moon seems a little low and pale; it always flaunts his beauty before the world but has no one to drink his own sensations for love and compassion. So he tries to experience this feeling from close by intervening our privacy and killing the night we drape. The night is graceful,filled with ruses to entertain couples like us who breathe the silence and smile at the fortune we share.He has his eyes closed but moon still bounces on his face.I stare at him,keep on looking at one of the most beautiful faces:serene and calm:that reaches down my soul and purges it with his entire embrace. I have thoughts of thanking 'destiny' on which I hardly put my trust on but intuitively always want it to work for me,for gifting me the nicest mate.His moonlit smile stretches and he says"stop staring at me".I am pink with the blush trying to hide into his covers.His long warm arms help me in sinking and drowning in his presence that I feel in a more fair manner now. GO now,lift yourself up.We may need you tonight but do not go too far cause I still want to see how love looks like......

Friday, February 10, 2012

Magic

If there is out somewhere something called 'magic',I really want to breathe it in.Magic that might break the bridges of all my notions towards life.Magic that might swallow all my prejudices in one fell swoop and cleanse my mind-bowl.Magic that might make my heart pure enough to sense things from their real beginnings.

Among all the ages that a man lives,my favourite is the tender,soft,natural,unsophisticated,innocent,fascinating and inspiring sunshine of childhood.I do not remember when did I make an entree and where did I take an arcane exit from my childhood.Things that remain with us are the little games,fantasies,dreams and a toddler's fancied mini-world in the interstices of the heart  just for a realisation that we lived an age some times back.Every generation,every hour,every moment repeats itself to stress the power of living a happy hour.What I did and used to think while I was a little girl is hard to remember even when I bore my head hard into sand.But when I see children around me playing,giggling,sharing their unchallenged secrecy and wisdom,I realise that they are many me from the past in different faces calling me out to open the cache of my memory locked in the gossamer of present.Their smiles are like heavens curve on the godly face,their jokes are like elixir to every pain,their love and care appears to be filled with the experience of a mother. They have the eyes of a thinker and mind of a free soul free to think anything they want.I envy my age of past that has passed pushing me ahead to stand as a big person loaded with some invisible burden.

I want a child and I know that is the only time when I will recreate myself and actually see me getting reborn.The feeling of bearing a child is so blissful cause it gives us a second chance to see life one more time with little changes.O'gosh I think I have been nicely carried away and have come quite far in the flow.That is their beauty,they are the illusionist ready with every feint,every trick to puppetise you and let you enjoy the true joy of being with them.

Once a li'l boy (of course one of my sweetest kindred)wiped my tears with his li'l cold and pink hands and kept his cheeks on mine to swipe out rest of the tears.He  tried to hold my face which was big enough for his tiny hands and I forgot all my reasons when I saw my own reflection in his watery eyes.But before he would cry,I held him close to me and whispered'thank u' into his ears.I dont know how and why but he fleered, gave me a flying kiss and hopped again back to his game.Sometimes it feels magical to find someone with so pragmatic and protective care as if somebody else is behind them.
Everyone has a childhood that is lost,forgotten sometimes or gets fossilised with due course of times or under the situations life creates.It is not false that one man borns as a child,dies as a child.I too have two kids right now to take care of.Two big kids who made me big enough to see them turning into a child again.The same wishes,the same urge of being loved and with the same hopes to have everyone happy around them,our parents are reversing back to their childhood where they deserve and need more care and protection,more happiness and promises,more smiles and happy hours.Love your child,love your parents,love your childhood.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Masked life

How could it be possible
To smile in the midst of cries.
I know it is hard to believe,
So please don't close your eyes.


Morn full of sunlight or the darkest nights?
Sorrow makes its place wherever happiness lies.
Light always follows the darkest dark
So please don't close your eyes.


While I write down my chorus,
There is a world outside full o' plight.
They bear no sense of singing,
So please don't close your eyes.


Summer to remind,winter to love
Autumn to feel and rainy to cry.
sometimes they seem just a change,
So please don't close your eyes.

Good or evil,yes or no
It's all about how one tries.
Cause every life has its own reasons
So please don't close your eyes.

One dies when one is born
A moment of mourn or an event for sights.
Every step that we take seems naive
So please dont close your eyes.


..............................................................................to be continued............
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Sunday, February 5, 2012

The nap


They are dancing,staring,making me more drowsy...wat a dream I had just now..o o m awake..yawnnnnn...zzzzz

In the siesta when I try to read,
How to tell but it's hard to breathe.
I sleep, I wake up and I dream too
while I am around heaps of books.
I wish I could read whenever I want
And be a student non-chalant.
With no fever of exams and no fear of test
Where I could walk and take own rest.
I could hear even the ticking of ma clock
In the hovering silence that often mock
Pushing me to go back to the sleep
and leave the rest till the next beep.

Friday, February 3, 2012

A cache



The heady days of youth echoes,
in my ancient ears.                                                                         
The moments we hugged,the blunders we did,
still flaunt ,linger and leer.

I look back and see the breaths I took
And smiles I shared in clime of charm.
No one stayed along with me
and time turned us into a warrior unarmed.

From a kid to a child into a man
I walked throgh the stairs of age.
jealous of losing the last I lived
on the yellow fragile pale past page

Soon my life will come to an end
As everybody lives and quietly go.
How much i wonder at the riddle unsolved
Which has a missing piece always to know.

We cry,we weep and wipe our tears.
With time we learn to forget the years.
Rind of my soul getting thicker and dried.
Vintage of my life,will it be cached inside?

The rainbow at Baga

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