Friday, July 9, 2010
When it shall rain,birds will come out of their nests
they shall fly,they shall be free...
i see rain through my window pane too
can i go back soon?
The silent muttering into her mother's ear,tightly clasping her hand asking her..
"Am i going home today?"
A girl named Sarah from Afghanistan smiling her way fighting with leukemia...She touched my life like no one ever did..she doesn't understand my language and neither do i hers except for a salaam yet she readily smiles and offers me her hand without a fail whenever she sees me.A curious connection exists between her and me which is impossible to describe in words but in her smiling face and undying spirit i take a refuge.
Her smile will always play on broken strings of my heart.
Whenever i shall feel life is overwhelming,i shall remember song of her heart and infectious smile gliding on her face....i shall find a panacea....
if you look up to me for answers why should children suffer so much...?why God is so cruel to them...?i probably don't have any answers..
But understanding,empathy,concern,wisdom,discretion,sensitivity grows from pain only..
pain makes you more aware,more grateful and gives you life in its yin and yang...
We cringe,curse,are creatures of ingratitude,greedy,seldom thankful to existence for living throbbing life we get and hundreds other gifts..
but something changed in me today for good...to smile more often,to be more grateful for each atom of life,every breath i breathe, every time my heart pumps blood, every time my cells divide,every time i am down in dumps, a SMILE will come from somewhere and lift my spirits up!!!
let life never rob child of her smile....
Friday, June 25, 2010
Nobody asks: do you love yourself?
And we end up spending a good deal of our life and energy trying to please others. But what about ourselves? Anthony Mello has a fine story on this subject.
Mother and son are in a restaurant. After taking the mother’s order, the waitress turns to the boy:
“And what will you be wanting?”
“Nothing of the sort,” says the mother. “He wants a steak and a salad.”
Ignoring the comment, the waitress asks the boy:
“Do you want that with mustard or ketchup?”
“Both,” answers the boy.
And then he turns to the mother in surprise:
“Mother! SHE THINKS THAT I EXIST!”
Monday, June 21, 2010
how difficult it is to heal...
how easy it is to hold grudges
how difficult to forgive..
how easy to judge someone
how difficult to accept..
how easy it is to bereft someone of hope
how difficult to instill long lost hope again..
how easy to replace lost time with gifts
how difficult to sit and hear...
how easy to criticise
how difficult to understand...
how easy to be stone hearted
how diff to be sensitive...
how easy to end relations
how difficult to preserve them...
how easy to end up depressed
how difficult to see a bright ray...
how easy to land in drugs,smoke and hallucinations
how difficult to have courage to shun them....
how easy it is to be rude
how difficult to be courteous...
how difficult to feel bountiful...
how easy to chase
how difficult to let go...
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
where her life has drifted?
the little girl runs
away from people
into the jungle
amidst the rabbits...
the pay scales discussed
the polished grooms
the little bride
looks for love everywhere...
finding her smiling
people are astounded
she looks in mirror
do i look that strange?
summer rain welcome
children collect hail
their interpretation of snow..
raindrops struggling on leaves,shimmering like pearls
ruling the earth
till it bursts...
a silence in chaos,triumph in failures
a deep acceptance
into her galactical essence...
untimely power cuts
melting in sun
ruthless sun penetrating
to break her self imposed shell...
beyond the unimaginable
lies the wreck of her
searching its lost pieces...
a life in a room
where dreams were made
and shattered too...
sweet summer sweat
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Yet deeply in spirit
Departing with time
But united in vision
Wandering and thoughtless at times
Forgotten completely at others
Nasty at some points, and mean at others
Vagabonds of future..hard to catch
They are those free aliens
Beyond social conformity's..
Weird to many..
And dumb to others
They stand together
Yet not too close
They love unconditionally
They let go freely..
They are not jealous
Nor are possessive
Or even if they are they never show
They simply flow..
They sulk, get depressed like ordinary motions..
But never do they desert each other in moments of desperation
They love to spend a little time together
Wander in rest..
They are obscure
They know they can’t be together
But yet they know too they cannot be away forever
They share an intangible bond
Can be often seen laughing together
They tell not each other how they feel
But like bees they buzz forever
At moments too naive
Yet too shrewd at others
They blossom in winters..
They are not like others..
They are keepers of freedom
They are messengers of love
They have hidden languages
None with words
They care but not tell
they sing symphony of separation
and ease the tears with temptation
they are like ghosts creeping in conscience
Yet warm like fire in cold winter
they fail and fall
yet never cease to rise
They become strength of each other
When they have trouble remembering how to fly
They have dreams..
may be because there is jinx in their lives
Together shall they rise
and together they fall
you cannot find them in crowds
for they are too busy to open themselves to all
they are aware of each others ether
and just with a glance they will live their lives
they are platonic healers
and the gentlest breezes
they are gleeful,free,amazing
they don’t promise forever
they say i breathe the present
they don’t know why they fall for each other
they feel like balloons going up together
for world they look like two idiots..
but they enjoy their pertinent madness
they hate crowds and being stalked
they dance in rains with hands clasped together
into some far away islands into one another
they are drifting
carving their niche
diving in subliminal
they go up in Sky's calling...
and rewrite their fates
and someone said they love to be called
the wandering soul mates....
Thursday, January 7, 2010
A moment comes when you see the whole futility of effort. You have done all that you can do and nothing is happening. You have done all that is humanly possible. Then what else can you do? In sheer helplessness one drops all search. And the day the search stopped, the day i was not seeking for something, the day I was not expecting something to happen, it started happening. A new energy arose - out of nowhere.....!!!
This is the way to be ready: exert yourself sincerely — not seriously but sincerely. There are people who are always doing things halfheartedly; lukewarm is their life. They never achieve anything because they are always holding back. They never move into anything totally, intensely. They are always standing on the bank and thinking of the farther shore. Or even if sometimes they try, they are riding on two horses; in case the one fails, the other will always be there. They are riding in two boats. Their life is so divided that whatsoever they do they always do with a dividedness. And any flowering of consciousness is possible only when there is an organic unity in you.....!!!