|Teacher of English, Nature Lover, Diehard Optimist, Incorrigible Romantic and Grateful Human. Live and Let Live!|
Sports teach us the art of living. They prove to us that we need to invest our best into every endeavour, even as victory and defeat stay uncertain. They teach us to value the intention, the passion and the effort, much more than the results. Sports teach us to face defeat, and instill within us the magnanimity to smile and congratulate an opponent ungrudgingly. Sports are the most fun school ever, and they turn us into wholesome, sensible individuals.
I would love to read the minds of all kinds of people around me, both generous and mean, compassionate and cruel, honest and vile, jovial and shy. I could then perhaps learn the art of replacing the mind of an unscrupulous power-monger with that of a lover and poet. I could then attempt to turn a coldblooded terrorist into an ascetic, a wicked politician into an expert musician, and a corrupt businessman into a dedicated philanthropist. I would like to read minds, so that I could infuse light into the dark ones.
Blue is the colour that drives out my blues.
Blue is my dearest among all the hues,
As deep as the ocean, and as vast as the sky,
As lovely as a smile, and as delicate as a sigh.
The intention to be kind at all times,
The will to keep smiling through all climes,
An outstretched arm that lifts up another,
Eyes that see in a stranger, one's own brother,
A heart that refuses to lose, even as it fails,
Tears that shed in joy, reading a loved one's mails,
A soul that in another's smile finds divine release,
Sums up my only religion - kindness and peace.
My greatest wish would be to find a haven of peace and love on earth, far away from the noise of competition, the confusion of ambition, and the desperation of material endeavours. I wish I could live solely for the smiles on my loved ones' faces, the joy of spreading relief amongst those who suffer, and the peace that results from absolute contentment. That would be my dream come true.
A hand big enough to hold her little palm,
The shield that keeps her safe from all harm,
A brat who teases her and pulls her pigtails,
But also wipes away her tears every time she wails.
Not every little girl is blessed with a brother,
Some who are, never get to see one another,
Time may be unfair, distances may separate,
It may take ages for beloved ones to relate.
But if destiny decides to reunite one with the other,
And the girl is finally blessed with the gift of a brother,
Then she ceases to feel pain even in her strife,
For her brother is to the little girl, her very faith in life.
Shed from a peacock's plume,
Smiling even amidst the gloom,
The feather lay there on my table,
Like a long forgotten fable,
Reminding me of the days gone by,
And I was left wishing with a sigh,
That the feather could bring back the time,
When sweet and innocent was the clime,
And all I longed for was a day of joy,
Of wild abandon and freedom to enjoy,
The sunsets, the rainbows and the moon,
And smiles that wouldn't fade too soon,
I wish the feather would bring me back,
From where my dreams had lost their track.
Leafing through the pages of my old scrapbook, I came across a few dried petals of some wild flower. They had lost colour and fragrance, but the rush of colour they brought to my cheeks and the scent of memories that spread across my mind, more than made up for the loss. Isn't it an absolute wonder how the most insignificant and unexpected things can remind us of what we had long forgotten , and put us right back on a track of thought that we had long abandoned? The mind is the most complex maze of all, and finding one's way out of it, is perhaps life's greatest challenge.
How beautiful is the heart that can celebrate tiny victories and small moments of joy, while the rest of the world is too busy calculating whether or not something is worthy of celebration! Isn't it the most precious gift of all to have a heart that can bloom in all fullness, at the drop of a hat? After all, if your heart can create perfect happiness in spite of all the imperfections around, wouldn't your perspective of the world be as beautiful as that of paradise? Who knows, perhaps the only paradise we will ever witness, may be just a state of mind that we could have adapted easily, but never bothered to. Think about it.
The world is my track,
And I am on my mark,
Ready to get set and go,
Towards the finish line,
Pacing ahead on tireless feet,
Not faster than anyone,
Nor hungry for triumph,
But with faith in my heart,
That whenever I reach there,
However fast or slow,
I may not win the race,
For I refused to compete,
But I will be a winner,
For the smile on my lips,
Shall speak of pure joy,
Of having lived a full life,
A life filled with purpose,
That would be my gift to God,
And He would be proud.
He came back home after a hectic business meeting, to find a letter waiting for him. Years had passed since he received a personal letter by post. As he opened the envelope, a colourful plaited thread slipped out, with a small paper attached to it. It read,
To my best friend ever,
A long distance and several years stand between us today, and yet I know, this flimsy little thread has the power to open the treasure box of memories, break down all the walls that time has built between us, and bring you back to me. Waiting for my friend, who can never be replaced in my life.
- An old friend who misses you everyday.
With tears in his eyes, he tied the friendship band around his wrist, and reache...
Human beings have limitations, they say...
They can't read minds, they say...
They can't know your unspoken wishes, they say...
They can't love you more than themselves, they say...
They can't reach everywhere every time to save you, they say...
They have no super powers, they say...
To them, let me introduce these beautiful humans, with all these super powers... Mothers!
It is fascinating to see how a child's life can be moulded almost like soft clay in the hands of its parents. The child, no matter how old it grows, keeps holding onto its mother and father, with its mind's hands. Perhaps, that is why when they decide to walk away in different directions, the child is torn apart and can never be the same again. I wish all parents would realise this.
Here are the 5 titles that I believe can be both challenging and fascinating to any writer.
1. Uninvited Guest
2. Loveless Marriage
3. Sweet Nothings
4. Time to Live
5. I am Phoenix
I hope at least a few of you attempt to write on these topics. All the very best.
Every day of my life, I have laughed,
Sometimes in mirth, sometimes at my folly,
And every time I have laughed, I have sensed,
An unprecedented calm descending upon my heart.
I do not mind the troubles that come with life,
As long as I keep finding reasons to laugh,
For every time I laugh, I know life is beautiful.
I see more love in the eyes of my pet dog who greets me after a long day of work, than in all the human eyes I see everyday, put together.
If there is one thing man needs to learn from dogs, it is unconditional, unlimited and untainted love.
I pick a flower here, I pick a flower there,
All I see are valleys of flowers everywhere,
So what if they come with attached thorns?
Dark nights do lurk behind all bright dawns.
The world shall seem to me just the way I am,
How will life care for me, if I don't care a damn?
So, I pick a pebble here, I pick a pebble there,
Every little pebble has a lovely story to share,
So what if the pebbles come covered in dust?
The dust has a lesson to teach, and learn I must.
I wistfully remember the golden days,
When happiness came to me in a hundred ways,
To see a newly bloomed flower was bliss,
And I could smile the whole day for this,
I could walk gleefully into the rain,
And let the droplets wash away my pain,
Butterflies were to me, fairies from some mystic land,
I imagined the calls of the birds, I could understand,
Walking with my bare feet on the tall grass,
I knew I was learning what I never learnt in my class,
Such was the joy of the times when I was a child,
When being weird was fun, I was allowed to be wild,
There is one question, I ask myself now and then,
What stops you from being the same happy child again?
What does it matter, if your skin be black or white?
The white dawn is born of the black night,
Colours are for skins, not for the soul,
The brightest diamond is found in sooty coal,
You are deep within, your Maker's own colour,
Do you think your skin's colour He would favour?
Purity of heart, generosity of love,
These are the divine hues that He gifted from above,
Wear these colours and you will need none other,
Never judge by colour, your own soul-brother.
If you choose to cry,
I would ask you why,
For the only thing worth a try,
Is forging a smile in place of a sigh.
If you choose to lie,
I would call your soul dry,
For of all things on earth and sky,
Truth is the one thing you can't buy.
Lend me your hand, my friend,
And I shall stand by you till the end,
Walk a while with me, and try to know,
The depths of my soul, I try not to show,
Look into my eyes and try to understand,
How grateful I am, for your generous hand,
In a world that betrays a kind heart,
You chose to play my friend's part,
How rare it is to find a genuine friend,
In a world infested with lies, around every bend,
You lent me a piece of your soul, my friend,
In gratitude, the rest of my life, I shall spend.
She was raised in a broken home, filled with hate and spite,
Forced to stand on her own, to find what was wrong and right,
The two pillars she had leaned on, had parted ways,
And there was no one to assure her, they would stay always,
Her innocence was stolen, her childhood a confused mess,
She didn't know who she was any more, she had to confess,
Years passed by, watching her loved ones quarrel and fight,
There never seemed to be an end to that long frightful night,
She wondered what the 'Home' people talked about was,
For when she thought of home, all she felt was a sense of loss,
Once she could have sworn that she would never make it,
But now she is a confident woman, with her eyes brightl...
The winds are my wings,
The flowers my dainty crown,
My mind thinking sweet nothings,
My smile erasing every frown,
I stand before the sun bright,
Like another sun risen after the night,
Ready to welcome what comes my way,
With my arms open to greet every day,
My wounds have turned into scars,
And I wear them like trophies rare,
My destiny is in my soul, not the stars,
Forever this faith I shall proudly wear.
I see a world of joy slowly unfold before my eyes,
I see the clouds of dreams float by in the skies,
The rivers flow free, unbound by ruthless chains,
Flowers sing in mirth, oblivious of pains.
My mind envisions such a world of blissful abandon,
And my faith knows how to forge what I envision,
I yearn to live in a world of love, love as love should be,
Where all I see is blessed and loved, as lovely as could be.
What a beautiful life it is, every moment such a boon!
I embrace every bit of it, for I know it will leave soon,
When I bid adieu to the world, I will say with smiling grit,
That I valued the gift of God, and made the most of it.
Religion is nothing but a lesson on the ideal kind of living,
A reminder to the selfish human, to stop acquiring and start giving,
But even as each form of God taught the same lessons to mankind,
It has been the human endeavour, differences and faults to find,
Christ chose to die on the cross, to secure the fate of humanity,
Krishna spoke of righteousness, of the values of duty and dignity,
The Buddha preached the gospel of kindness, ahimsa and peace,
And Mohammad taught mankind, the depths of devotion to release.
Every great teacher and prophet, has been the messenger of one God,
And yet we quarrel about who is greater, my Lord or your Lord,
Perhaps on the Day of Judgement, with our hands ...
There are people killing each other, and children starving to death,
In a world bathed in luxury, and yet struggling for life breath,
There are also people wishing to make a change, people like you and me,
For all the troubles of the world, we are the lock as well as the key.
There is no truth deeper or more profound in the world than this,
It is neither a good world nor a bad one, we make it the way it is,
There is only one faith we need to keep, and hold onto everyday,
That there is so much beauty in the world, enough to wash all ugliness away.
God created Nature in all her beauty and bounty, and then mankind was created by her as the crowning jewel on her head. We were blessed with gifts of both strength as well as intelligence, so that we may be the protectors of the rest of her children. But, with passing time, our own achievements and power, blinded us towards our responsibilities, and today our existence on this planet is no less dangerous to our Mother Nature, than the Frankenstein monster had been to his maker. Every right comes with a duty, every power with a responsibility, and perhaps we have failed to understand that without the mother who gave birth to us, we ourselves have no existence.
The skyscrapers, the globalized...
The little girl I was once, had a boxful of dreams,
She always saw the world as a magical fairyland,
Her imagination rich and her thoughts were streams,
She yearned for love, though none could understand.
Then she grew up and saw life was a different game,
Dreams were missions, and love was surprisingly rare,
She was hurt and broken, and could never be the same,
In search of a massive purpose, well beyond compare.
She embraced what came her way, without a wince,
And thus changed all the dreams she had once seen,
She was once a damsel waiting to be rescued by a Prince,
And now she reigns on her own little throne as a Queen.
He stood at my door smiling, his eyes pleading me to let him in. I stood there staring at him, caught in the legendary battle between the head and the heart. Then, I slowly and determinedly closed the door, leaving him outside. He had hurt me way too much the last time I let him in. I somehow knew, that I couldn't trust this guy called Love anymore.
To see in flowers, messages of love,
Before another heart, see my heart gently bow,
The one thing that I knew, I find must,
Is the love that sprinkles magic dust!
To see my own soul in another's eyes,
To forge a trust that knows no lies,
A life of purpose is an absolute must,
To find the love that sprinkles magic dust!
To have an alternate voice beyond my own,
To fulfil the beautiful destiny I've always known,
I wish one day I could say with a conviction just,
That I have found love that sprinkles magic dust!