Wednesday, April 1, 2020















A relaxing Sunday afternoon…
The outcome of an injured toe!
Otherwise, this modern man never stops.
Not even in sleep, not even in death.
The humdrum of life is like the gears of a running clock;
All intertwined with each other, if one stops, all stop.
We barely know what we are running after
Some would say money, some would say joy
Some would say love, some salvation
But, the truth is, that, we are all jokers
We entertain each other on the stage of this world.
But, nobody knows what happens, when the show ends and the curtains fall
The jokers disappear into oblivion
They are forgotten and hardly thought of
They are meant to be funny and entertaining
Likewise, we humans like people who are cheerful and gay
Who make merry and make us forget our troubles
While the ones who ail in pain are gradually distanced
They are less often visited and buried in the sub-conscious mind
It is a rat race until the finishing line arrives
We notice not what we are leaving behind till the last breath
So, let us not wait for that finishing line
Let us pause and ponder and have a look around
To admire what is there and acknowledge our gifts
Make this life a thousand lives
Make these colors a rainbow line!

Harshingaar or shiuli.....is the only flower that can be devoted to Gods even after they have fallen on the ground....the beauty and fragrance are both divine. I was blessed to witness it in my childhood, but sadly the plant was removed from the garden as its immense aroma attracted dangerous serpents. But, one incident I clearly remember is...going to someone's place with an aunt to pick the fresh flowers in the dawn that must have fallen on the ground. I can never forget the stillness and dark blue sky waiting to transform into crimson red. The orange stalk and centre of the flower are like its ornaments. And, as close to my heart the flower is...the plant found its way back again in my parental home and is wildly flourishing in the garden on its own. I would say we are lucky that we can offer them to the Gods and it chose our domicile to bloom and blossom #bounties_of_nature

The Undefeatable !

Aparajita...
That's the way one ought to be..
Its not just an adjective but an attitude
An approach towards life
To believe and to show the world
That how powerful you are
And how undefeatable
There will be times when you will feel like you are falling apart
That you are being torn into pieces by the forces of nature
That life is not fair and you are unable to bear it anymore
You will defy all beliefs and turn down all Gods
You will lose faith in faith and shut all lights down
But, yes, there is an end to every tunnel
And that's where we are heading each day
To the eternal light that is blinding at once
When your soul will bloom and the pieces will gather
All will gradually fall into place
For you to believe that this is not the end
The worst is over and there is a new life waiting ahead of you.




All Things Christmassyyyy.....






All things cozy, all things cuddly
My favorite time of the year is here
When the town and the world is painted white & red
The ground has been made into a snow-bed
For Santa to arrive gleefully in his sleigh
And the reindeers to alight, their hoofs as quite as night
The kids are asleep but the stockings awake
Excitement makes them tingle as to what will make them jingle
Hope and merry sweep all alike
When troubles are forgotten and buried into Christmas pie
Dwellings smell of cookies and the oven is all ablaze
There is rum and candy
There is mirth and cheer
All bells resound in unison as if joy has been sprinkled in the air
Gifts are being wrapped and ribbons being taped
Eyes twinkle in eagerness as the North Pole is busy
The fireplace is lit and wine has been served
Its a no reason celebration for all to unite
Dinner and music, dance and giggles
All big and small grouped into couples
Carols and choirs, all faces bright with smile
They welcome you aboard, with arms open wide.
The elves are at work, reading letters, stamping mails...
They know it is the magic that every heart awaits
I, too, wish my child who is now fast asleep
To believe in miracles that his innocent eyes have never seen
I hope to create that magic within and around him
To feel the X-mas spirit that is so deep rooted in me