Yes, I can revolt!

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I might be tiny sand and you can blow me away with the full force of your lungs, but remember that if I fall in your eyes, I can bring cataclysm to your sight-power. So, never consider me trivial, for I can revolt.

I might be a fragile glass and you can break me with your minimum of efforts, but remember that when I am forced to turn into smithereens, I can lacerate body more easily and can make your life miserable. So, never consider me frail, for I can revolt.

I might be tranquil and translucent water and you can bind me in dams with your brain, but remember when you try to strangulate me, I can decimate you beyond recognition. So, never disrespect me, for I can revolt.

I might appear brittle soil that you can till and douse your hunger, but remember that when you dig my bosom beyond tolerance, I can spit venom and devour you all. So, never try my patience, for I can revolt.

I might be a serene sky for most of the times smiling with sparkles of the Sun and the Stars, but remember that if you try to make me angry, I can become livid! My wrath can raze you. So, never instigate me, for I can revolt.

I might appear a luscious flower with fragrance, but remember that if you want to trample me, then I have got a team of thorns as well that can prick you to death. So never consider me only delicate, for I can revolt.

I might appear life giving, innocuous air, but remember that if you try to play smart with me, I can devastate you by building up or shrinking up my strength. So, never underestimate me, for I can revolt.

Sometimes, I see a semblance of these elements in Indian population as well. Yes, Indian population can revolt!

Because, you didn’t smile today

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Birds were missing rhythm in their chirpings, because you didn’t smile today,

Flowers were missing their fragrance, because you didn’t smile today,

Sun was feeling fatigued and frazzled, because you didn’t smile today.

Sea was ruffled and restless, because you didn’t smile today,

River was not eager to meet sea, because you didn’t smile today,

Pond was with withered lotus, because you didn’t smile today.

Air was missing its invisibility, because you didn’t smile today,

Water was missing its purity, because you didn’t smile today,

Sky was missing its serenity, because you didn’t smile today.

Time seemed tired, because you didn’t smile today,

Watch seemed stagnant, because you didn’t smile today,

Moments seemed mammoth, because you didn’t smile today.

See what harm you have done to the world by skipping to smile for a day,

Promise that from now on you will not forget to smile!

Suicide: A concept of life, not death!

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Suicide, contrary to the common belief, is more about the life and its peculiar ways than dying or death, for that matter. Generally, society is sarcastic in its opinion about people who commit suicide and look down upon those who chose to end life.

But then, is it the only way to look at it?

It is easy to term somebody coward, if he/she decides upon bidding the world goodbye prematurely or otherwise. But then, it is about treating a situation in utter ignorance as well. And being disrespectful only cements the fact that the world is ruthless and indifferent to the lives that are unfortunate.

By the way, to triumph the apprehension of losing a life is not an act of cowardice, even if it is not considered an act of gallantry. So, to disdainfully mock the act of suicide amounts to nothing other than an insensitive facet of social demeanor.  

Whenever one chooses to call it a day with life, one is beleaguered with despondency, low self-esteem, and loneliness— be it social or mental. And when everything around seems daunting and macabre, the obvious choice to ward off these things. And when all physical and mental efforts fail to produce any reasonable solution, uprooting the tree of life seems the most sensible thing.

So committing suicide is not insane! It is an act of an agile mind that has exhausted all options to fix things that seem spiraled out of control.

Sure, the writing is not an ode to suicide (or glorification of it), it is just an endeavor to make us all realize that because somebody chose to cease doesn’t mean that they did want death badly. No, they also wanted a normal life with normal circumstances. But this wasn’t so.

Instead of slinging aspersion on those who are no more, why not we mend our approach toward life and save some more precious lives from getting lost in the darkness of death.

Let’s make life more livable for one and all!!!!

Lovely Ladies!

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She is on the bicycle and paddling her way to a factory. The tiffin box fastened to the carrier of the bicycle and thumb finger on the bell signify her struggle and command of her life. She is an ordinary worker of a factory but she is extraordinary in her determination to keep the hopes of a better tomorrow alive for her family.

She has fastened her child on her back and is carrying the cakes of bricks with utter balance to help build the dream house of well-off people. The threadbare slippers have failed her, despite that she defies the prickly grits scattered across the construction site. Her courage is inimitable and her dream is indomitable. She wants that her child, who is dangling on her back in the simmering heat today, get to enjoy the plushy comforts of tomorrow.

She has sickle in her hand and she douses the hunger of the loved ones with it. She works indefatigably in the field for whole day so that her family gets assured of enough morsels of meals in a day. With her sickle she weeds out the uncertainty for today and ensures certainty for tomorrow. 

She painstakingly rubs the dishes, in our homes, canteens, and hotels, to make them immaculately hygienic. She rinses utensils to rinse her aspirations and dreams squeaky clean, so that she can see through them a future that has indelible sheen.

She brooms and mops the floors everyday and tries to wipe out the monotony of her life. Though, she knows things will not have variety, the next day, yet she very diligently exerts her abilities to influence a change in the routine of her life. She swishes broom to slash the challenges of her life.

The illustrations of all these women have hardly been considered to respect women on women’s day, yet they are inseparable part of women power of a country. Though, they might not seem to be cut out for the cover pages of glossy women’s magazines, yet the essential niceties of being a woman of substance, with all its struggle, reflect from their taxed faces. Despite their premature wrinkles, dark circles and rough palms, these ladies are graceful and lovely!

You went but your presence remains!

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I knew one day you will go, but I didn’t know that your moving away will invite such a vacuum in life. Your ethereal enigma of being humane and humble still haunts me.

Sometimes it felt that your existence is surreal but when your smile hacked gloomy clouds to pieces, it dawned upon me that you are for real. The pearls of happiness was entangled in your lock, once I was passing by you and a pleasant breeze shook your silky strings of hair and the pearls started dancing. I was overwhelmed by the utter ecstasy that I encountered.

In the morning when I was taking a stroll, I saw something very familiar. It was beads of sweat, which used to beautify your forehead, lying on the blades of grass in the form of dew. I was amazed how omnipresent you are!

I moved further and found children playing with gay abandon. Here again, I experienced something very known. Unremitting energy emanating from supple bodies had a semblance of your indefatigable exuberance.

By now I had passed quite a distance and understood more of you.

I was moving ahead with a mind full of your thoughts. Suddenly, a car screeched to halt.  The scene attracted attention of morning walkers. I too went there. I saw a lady frantically running to the site of the car where a boy of 10 was sitting his skin grazed and limbs bruised. First of all, she slapped him and then grabbed him in her arms. The child started crying but not because of pain but because of affection shown by his mother both in slap and in embrace.

Again I had a feeling of déjà vu. In your motherly scolding and affectionate reprimand, I have often experienced the emotions of that child. I was stunned how pervasive your impact is in the life, around me.

On the next bend of the road was a septuagenarian tottering with a stick. I found your patience in the stick to support a strong effort of feeble legs to traverse distances.

Now, I am assured that even if you are away, your presence is still very much there around me in variety of forms. And this presence will always defy the void that used to scare me to death. On my way back from the morning walk, I have earned this knowledge that you will remain in my life till my death, be it in any form-- droplets of dew or depths of patience!

I am writing on the sand…

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You came into the life like a gush of wind and razed the poignant pall of despondency in a jiffy. I was flabbergasted at the ability of the God to create a person like you. If God is some artist, then you are his chef- d’ oeuvre.

 His chisels must have felt lucky to have helped him carve out such a wonderful piece of art out of inanimate heap of flesh and blood. Now, I know why your eyes shine when you smile, because they have the sweat-drops of God that went into your eyes when he was shaping up your eyes.  Now, I know why there is a blinding lightening when you smile, because it has the aura of God’s face that got rubbed off on you, when he was fashioning your face.

God painted your lips with ruddiness of the morning sun, he painted your cheeks with hue of a pink rose and he drenched your soul in the colors of a transparent sea. Since, you have the elements of the sublime nature, sometimes you become divine.

Your heart has incarcerated care, compassion, and affection and everyone gets a chance to meet them when they come across you and in turn they get imprisoned to your charm.

The warmth of your demeanor is as cozy as a blanket in a perishing climate. The strength of your support is as unwavering as the desire of mountains to touch the sky. You are always there when I need you -- be that in person or in notion. You touched and retouched my life.

I have very painstakingly written moments spent with you on the face of the earth, and I wish them to remain etched there forever, till the end of the earth.

Oh! No. The surface of the earth seems brittle, Good Lord! It was sand and I am watching the precarious surfs eager to decimate my moments. I feel weak, I feel feeble, before the roaring ripples and grisly waves.

But rest assured, I will try my utmost to cushion these moments from gruesome events, come what may! I will keep on fighting and I will keep on writing. Let’s see what wins, nature’s persecution or my determination!

A leaf breaks away…

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It was quite a succulent and lush green leaf. It used to sway in the wind with its other peers. The sweet aroma of ripe fruits of the tree used to enchant it. It had danced with the music of thundering clouds and the blow of sweet winds. It was very happy with its friends. The days were mesmerizing. The leaf used to feel quite comfortable amid the presence of its friends. It was enjoying life to the full.

One day a blow of the wind got impish and blew hard and the leaf got broken away from its bough. Suddenly, it was being drifted by the gust of the wind. It was inconsolable, it was devastated.

 The pain it felt was unprecedented in its life. It saw helplessly other leaves yelling for it. The fruits were frantically swaying as well to make themselves detached from the tree to be with their beloved leaf.

Gradually, all known scenes got out of sight and the mighty wind was carrying the leaf to a strange destination. The wind slammed it down on a rocky surface. It was really painful; the rough surface of the rocky mountain was pricking the supple body of the leaf. It was experiencing utter loneliness and fear. The rocky feeling was appalling for it. It was feeling excruciating pain. It missed the soft touch of its peers and wet drops of rain.

Whole night, the poor leaf was feeling uneasiness and praying for the wind to come and take it back to its friends. The Sun knocked at the foot of the rocky mountain in the morning and leaf got hopeful that now the wind will come and take it to its desired place.

The impish blow of the wind did come and once again started to drift the leaf but not to its place.  This time, it banged it down on a sandy surface. The Sun was shining with its all force and the sand turned boiling hot. The leaf started writhing, the heat was entirely unbearable. All energy liquid of the leaf’s body got sucked up by the heat. The leaf shriveled. It was a languishing entity. The leaf felt urgent need for water toward the evening.

The wind came again picked it up and left it on the surface of a flowing river. The leaf felt relieved for sometime, it tried to slurp the water to energize itself. But, after sometime, the water itself started mutilating it. In matter of hours, the leaf started rotting. And, finally it got lacerated by the callous conditions. However it tried, it couldn’t withstand the brutal forces of the destiny and drowned in the river forever, without any chance left to return to the tree again.

Rest In Peace the Leaf!

Yes I Have Seen Your Smile!

However you try to conceal it, I have seen your smile.

It was like a lightening in the aphotic sky, it was like shining in the blank eyes. Your smile had confidence of mountains and fragrance of flowers.

It was as pristine as the first snow of the season. I felt happiness for only this reason.

The feeling of fresh breeze caressing the leaves of a tree was evident in your smile to a tee.

Your smile has sheen of stars, but I like the aroma of earth in it. It has heights of mountains, but l like the depths of sea in it.

Your smile has strength of a falcon’s feathers, your smiles has courage of a sun to defy cloudy weathers.

Your smile has eternity of a rosary and tranquility of a hymn.

So, keep smiling, for the world needs more pearls of smile to outnumber the roughy stones of gloom.

Friends: fuel of life

Friends are like the wind that blows through a piece of wood, which is full of holes, and creates a soulful music out of it. I wonder how bland and bleak the life would have been, had there  been no music of friends in it.

Those people are richer who have friends in their hearts than those who have diamonds in their lockers. Because when you need to bargain for confidence, trust, and support in life only friends will come in handy not lifeless stones.

When you want to submit to challenges, friends encourage you to sabotage these challenges beyond recognition. When you fear the future they hold a mirror before you like a magician and conjure up a dreamy destination for tomorrow. When you feel that your body is sapped of all strength to fight, they resuscitate a lease of hope in your psyche.

As night is barren without stars and day is dreary without sun, life is lackluster without friends. True friends are as pure as prayers on the lips of monks and as innocent as smile on the face of kids.

True friends will never hurt you even if you have hurt them and they will never curse you even if you have cursed them. Then isn’t it unfortunate to have one-sided misgivings, on and off during the stretch of the friendship. Why not make this relationship of friendship an incessant fountain of affection?

Drench yourself in the drizzle of friendship that is as soft as feathers of a bird and as secure as lap of a mother!

The Mist in the Mirror

I have always been able to talk to my mirror but today it seems unresponsive. I am not being able to see through it. It has a layer of mist in it. I am dejected at the thought of my best pal being drenched in the mist and not being in mood to communicate to me. Yes, my mirror is my best friend. It calls a spade a spade. It is a no –nonsense fellow.

It has always been there, whenever I felt like crying in solitude or whenever I wanted to share my mirth only with myself. Be that carefree childhood, tense teenage or confused adulthood stage, every aspect of my life has been scanned by it.

It has supported and consoled me on every occasion. And it has shared delights of my life with me. I was open to it in the same way as it is open to the world.

It taught me to look deep into thing; it taught me to be transparent in life; and it taught me to deal in details. Life with all its complexities was simple when I came to my mirror and asked for advice.

Somewhere down the line, I got busy with life and almost forgot to talk to my friend.  I got lost in my success and got indifferent to my chum of tough times. Today, when I need its help at a crucial juncture, it has gone numb. I know I am responsible for the numbness of my friend.

Today, it has a hazy look instead of a gleaming shine that it used to flaunt. I am shuddering to go near it. I know it will snub me. But without it by my side, I have got blind. I am totally unable to fathom out the depth of darkness in my life. I feel disorientated.

Suddenly, the doors of windows got flung open with the gust of the wind and a dove entered the room. With the frantic fluttering of its wings, I felt a part of the mist being wiped off. Yes! I saw a part of me in my friend. I rushed to my mirror and vehemently rubbed my palms against it and cleaned off the mist in completeness. Gosh! The mist was not in the mirror but on the mirror. I felt relieved. But at the same time I was cursing myself for not being able to assess the situation well. I should have come before the dove came to my friend and tried wiping the mist away.

Anyways, I am happy that I have found my friend again. Now it is talking and I am listening. So pls shhh…

He rolls chapattis…

He is small but smart; he is feeble but fast. He has an innocent smile that anyone can fall for. The glint in his eyes can put diamonds to shame. He has energy of any renowned sprinter. He is anyone from the highway dhabas to college canteens. He is just under 10.

He is always there to complete your imperious orders. Be it filling glasses with water or replenishing your thalis with tadkas. More often than not he rolls chapattis and his perspiration laughs at his country’s aspiration for being in the race of becoming a superpower in coming years.

His tender hands and feet feel unbearable fatigue at the end of the day. But he has nowhere to complain. He doesn’t have ACs despite that he doesn’t complain of tacky air; he doesn’t have duvets, despite that he doesn’t complain of stiff plank. We have everything and we keep on complaining. Isn’t his tolerance level a lesson for us who want everything at every cost—even if the cost be misery of others?

He doesn’t go to school but he learns more than any school going children of his age does. He knows how educated persons forget etiquettes, when they have to call him. He learns anger is the worst enemy of a human being, when he is thrashed by customers for a minute mistake.

He is present for everybody, but others are hardly present for his life. He is soul recourse for his family; he is carrying a hell lot of burden. With passing of everyday he becomes weaker, but he has to keep on rolling chapattis, taking orders, and filling glasses.

People move on with their lives but he remains stagnant. His limbs have got frail, because he was overworked to make your body strong. His eyes burn, because he had to bear the brunt of fuel that doused your hunger. He is breathless, because he ran helter-skelter when you ordered a glass of water.

He is sinking and one day will be devoured by his draconian destiny. One day people will reach apogee in their lives and he will still be slithering in the bottom of indifference and underbelly of an undesired life. I wonder when this dichotomy of destiny will end!

When you think of…

When you think of dying, think of living for one more day;

For you never know how surprise box is going to unfurl for you in the next day.

When you think of darkness, think of brightness for one more time;

For by only thinking of brightness you can fan out the darkness.

When you think of only tears in your life, think of numerous giggles you have had so far;

For by only remembering those giggles, you will have your lips etched with smiles once again.

When you think of sinking, think of how good a swimmer you are;

For mere thinking of your swimming skills will help you surmount the vortex of your life.

When you think of foliage, think of luscious flowers for once;

For by only thinking of them, you can feel the fragrance of them in your life once again.

When you think nobody around you needs you, just look within;

For by looking within, you will realize how badly you need yourself.

When you think of betrayal in your life, think of innocent eyes of a child;

For in those eyes there are still hope and faith for humanity alive.

So whenever you think that you can’t, think you can for one more time;

For by thinking of can, you will transform tribulations into triumphs.

Your Memories in My Piggy Bank

Whenever, I think of you, the cool breeze of moonlight caresses my cheeks as if you have kissed me. I lose myself in the clutch of the moment. I don’t know why I feel this way for you, but what I know is that I feel a sense of utter bliss when I feel like this.

I fail to baptize our relationship, but still I fail to deny the relationship as well. Yes, we have a relationship with its all warmth and coziness. So what… if we can’t call it by a name? As long as there is breath in the relationship, it is meaningful for me.

I don’t want to let you go out of my life, but my situation is such that you can’t remain in my life either. What a quandary!

I know we will have to part ways but before our severance, I want to scribble every page of these times with your presence and drench every moment of this experience with your existence.

I know it is not practical to love you but at the same time it is not sin to feel this way for you. The realm of heart knows no rules. When it throbs it breaks the shackles of all reasoning and incarcerates me in your awesome charm. I forget everything when I remember you. I cry within when I imagine you moving away from my life. I try hard to imagine a life without you, but I fail to stop tears taking shape of storm in my eyes.

I understand the inevitability of the night after a bright sunny day, but still I want you to be the moon and stars of the night of my life. Even if, you are not present physically in my future, but sometimes, I would love you to rain in my life in the shape of clouds full of your memories.

I am collecting every moment drenched with your presence in my piggy bank. And when I open this piggy bank in future, I would love your memories to remind me that even if it was for a small time, I was part of an inexplicable happiness, and however beyond-reasoning our relationship was, it was a reality!

Your Smile is Magic!

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What does magic do? It transforms! And yes, transform you as well. You very subtly chisel a pensive situation into a positive one. I don’t know why but your ability to touch a soul by your smile feels divine. It makes emotions pure and happiness sure.

When you are near, gloom seems aloof, and grin on others’ lips is only the proof.

Until I experienced your smile, I knew that only brushes can paint but I was wrong your smile paints as well. It paints hope, it paints comfort,  it paints satisfaction and above all it paints life.

Your smile is as wide as sky and very aptly it keeps stars ensconced in it. When I look at you I get the view of a majestic sky that is extensive and deep.

Flowers seem faded and jaded when you beam. Streams seem to scream as if they are telling why clink in your laughter is better than their fall?

But at the same time I know your smile is a mirage, it is not for me for a long time. It is going to disappear when I am going to touch it. But I am happy as long as it is touching me.

The Riddle of Whys…

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The whole day the flower was smiling, but the evening came and it had to wilt.

Why?

The child was playing with gay abandon in the courtyard; a zealot came and hacked the innocent to death.

Why?

The sea was sleeping for years; suddenly it got enraged and engulfed millions of lives.

Why?

She was hardly ten, when someone snatched stars from her eyes.

Why?

They were madly in love but had to part ways.

Why?

They were parents of successful children, but had to beg.

Why?

It was their home, but they were thrown out of it.

Why?

Her dreams were still red, but she was charred to death.

Why?

He was sole hope of his parents, but had to succumb to hapless destiny.

Why?

The eyes were utterly unruffled; suddenly they brimmed with drops of tears.

Why?

As long as the whys of life remain unanswered, the ways of life remain uncouth. Let’s try our level best to rummage within our soul for the answers of these whys.

I SEE YOU!

When I see success, I see you;

When I see patience, I see you;

When I see happiness, I see you;

When I see chirpiness, I see you;

When I see perspiration, I see you.

When I see inspiration, I see you.

When I see aurora, I see you;

When I see aura, I see you;

When sky has rainbow, I see you;

When cuckoo is gung-ho, I see you.

When I see sun, I see you;

When I see moon, I see you;

When I see star, I see you;

When universe is ajar, I see you.

When I see mountain, I see you;

When I see fountain, I see you;

When I see earth, I see you;

When I see firth, I see you.

When every hour of nature is with you,

When every power of nature is with you

                        Then

             Why are you low?

Success is all yours ho!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I desire you!

When you were not there, things were bleak and bland around me, life had everything but the chirpiness of your voice and sweetness of your presence. I don’t know when the God decided to relent and to gift you in my bag of destiny. But what I know is that now you are in my life, and my life has colors of rainbow and fragrance of flowers.

I consider myself lucky that in the crowd of myriad people, the universe chose me to be a part of your life. You are the music of naughty cascade, notes of carefree rivers, and sounds of serene sea in my life.

Perfect is nothing! But you are the synonym of perfection for me. With you, this word becomes sensible, adorable, and palpable for me.

Nights used to have stars but for me the sheen in them came only after experiencing your smile. The Moon had its beauty but for me it became beautiful only after seeing your face. The Sun had its blinding radiance but for me it got its meaning only after seeing the soothing glint in your eyes. Nightingales used to be melodious but for me their voice became mellifluous only after hearing you.

A day is only of twenty-four hours, and now I curse those who kept it so short. Can’t there be a day that is sans the calculations of seconds and minutes? I wish to be with you in a time that is timeless. I wish an evening with you when Sun is ruddy but never sets and soft fingers of winds play with your hair and I enjoy this moment without a wink. Can’t there be a moment that is infinite? I want such a moment with you. In the infinity of that moment, I would like to make my affection for you deep and quiet.

My craving for you is as pure as a child has for her mother, my doting for you is as sure as for a child by her father. But still I wonder, am I right in feeling this way? I don’t know. Perhaps in this not knowing is ensconced an enigma that keeps me with you even in those times when I am without you.

When Colors Speak…

We as humans have always been eager to express ourselves. We have used everything from voice to dance to let the world know how and what we feel about a particular thing. Anger, fear, and danger: we have communicated our every expression with the use of several modes of expression. But we have kept aside one thing to speak for our exclusive feelings of love, compassion, and affection, and that is colors.

The way colors dissolve in the air and the water; we want our feelings to dissolve in the heart to fill it with cloying emotions. We want to remain reticent on some occasions and want only colors to blare for us. Colors represent our excitement, exuberance and energy for life.

Colors are poetry of our soul. Colors are rhythms that reverberate across the human psyche to blow a sense of renaissance. Colors refute the existence of something that is dull and drab. Instead of stagnation, they (colors) believe in the concept of incessant speed.

Since colors in themselves are life, God painted everything with color. From blue Sky to grey Earth and from white Moon to red Sun, everything bears the blessings of God in a color or the other. Colors convey to us that the different shades are different emotions of life and the way these different shades remain vibrant, one should also remain vigorous through ups and downs of life. At least this way one can negate the negativity that forces us to submit to challenges. So, colors suggest courage to conquer the commotions of life.

When colors utter, the sound becomes chant of a hymn, when colors sing, the notes become voice of a raga. When colors dance, the expressions become as celestially enthralling as movements of heavenly nymphs, so why not let the world be wrapped in the trance of these movements, forever!

Life is a Tryst!

Life is a tortuous odyssey instead of a straight journey. It has more mysteries than the essence of the word mystery itself. We get nonplused at the enormity of happiness and grief that we encounter during the experience called, life.

We meet people, we experience them, they come to know us, and they become part of our lives. They are not connected to us through blood, but despite that, they sob when we suffer and they support when we fall. They dream for us when we are sleeping, they root for us when we are languishing.

Can we fashion names for such people? We can call them friends, pals, well-wishers… but will these words be able to do justice to or capture the volumes of emotions that this relationship contains? I guess no.

This beyond- christening relationship is the apogee of the emotional pursuit in a human’s life.  Perhaps, it is only within this relationship that humans travel miles and feel that how short the journey was? It is also perhaps only in this journey that travails seem less troublesome and tears come to eyes unbidden. Why? I wonder!

Who are these people we feel weak for? Who are these people we feel sick for?

Can we define?

Perhaps in this inexplicability, the grandeur of this relationship lies. It has its charm in being nameless. Names confine. And this relationship flourishes when it is nameless and beyond confinements.

Though, there is no apparent strings of names that binds this rapport, yet something is there that attracts us, something is there that calls us.

Times come amid the journey called life, when we have got to change directions. However close we want to remain, nature forces us apart. Is there any message in this event? Is it any type of acid test that tries the tenacity of this rapport? Instead of considering this an intervention of demon, can we take it as deity’s interference who wants good for all the parties involved in it?

Again I am clueless.

But one thing I am sure of is that these people will remain indelibly imprinted on the surface of soul until the end of this lag of life and who knows we might meet again in the next lag!

But, I would like to remain in this lag, for the time being. Do we consider that once parted will ever remain parted?

No!

As I stated earlier life is a tortuous odyssey and on a bend of it we will meet suddenly and be surprised to a tee. The heart will experience moments of bliss on that day. Can we experience the rapture without being ruptured? If no, then brace up for poignant moments of today in certain expectations of fortuitous tryst of tomorrow.

Yes, we will meet again!

For You…

When it is ‘for you’ it has to be special; when it is ‘for you’ it has to be extraordinary; and when it is ‘for you’ it has to be inimitable. Hasn’t it? Such is human tendency. We always want the best for ‘Yous’ in our lives.

Why is it so?

Because when we want to give, we want to offer the best. The emotion of ‘giving’ is in its purest form when it etches lines of smile on the face. In this already selfish world, smile as an offering is precious. So, always try to ensure that your ‘you’ is never bereft of a giggle. It will cement the relationship in a beamy way.

And when smile is there, happiness will get scattered in life. Every ounce of life will get soaked with energetic aura of hope. Things will start falling in place and prosperity will rain to drench you to a tee.

Fashion dreams for your ‘you’ that is sans adversity and life-full of strength. Carve chapters that give confidence of a life that has characteristics of a river-flow and tranquility of a sea. Fill your  you’s eyes with sparkle of gems and radiance of galaxy.

When it comes to ‘for you’, you won’t like to give her/him anything that is less than the soar of an eagle’s wings and purchase of a banyan tree. So, that even if your ‘you’ flies away in the skies, he/ she has a strong rapport with the aroma of your breath. And this way your ‘you’ will always come back to you.

Embellish your  you’s life with dulcet sounds of a flute and mellifluous chanting of morning prayers. Gift your ‘you’ the serenity of pristine dew and eternity of flowers with every hue!