The little thought of a pure heart

Have we ever wondered what a child imagines the world and people around him to be like? I guess not. In a world too full of 'life made easy' things, I believe we have no time to even think of what we want. Do we want ourselves to have a monotonous life governed and controlled by the click of the non-living mouse or the ring of an instrument singing out loud? Do we have time to remember that we had once been happier to have nothing; when we were kids of age 3 through 5 we did not even bother to eat at times. Let me not generalize but I never bothered about anything.

I remember those days when my mother would give me a glass of milk and I would say a big NOOOOOO; when my brother teased me and I fought him back; when I loved to play the sand and the mud. I know I sound kind of irrational, but it is true; we are not ourselves anymore. We grow up to be fine kids with a good determination to have a decent job, become rich, have a car, own a house and be comfortable in life. Have we ever looked back at our lives and counted the number times we hurt someone dear, the number times we have said NO to a mom's dinner, the number of times we had forgotten our parents' anniversary or the number of times we don't happen to listen to anyone.

You may be thinking I am crazy. Hey! but look at me. Writing a blog with a laptop in hand and the mouse to maneuver. I have started thinking.........

"Return Not"

Mighty the total injustice,
Solitude the adjusting destiny;
I walked seeking,
Seeking for the only star,
Blowing with stormy winds.

Branches have come by,
Breeze of cool life bringing has blown,
Yet the little brook,
Gives itself a tiring break.

Blooms of gardens,
Glows of dim lights,
The shimmering of those little lights on the waters,
A calmness so soothing.

Long times of togetherness with oneself,
They are gone and gone,
With the residue pain of
Never Returning.

"Stay"

Goals huge with gravity,
I know I shall reach,
No boundaries shall restrain
The spirit once instilled.

Thy presence everywhere,
Thy voice so capturing;
Emaciated my very soul,
With breath too cold.

Belief, Faith, Transformation,
O! What thy been?
Soil thee mixed with;
I put mine with thee;

Calmness, Serene,
Stay thee that way.

"Let Free"

With great difficulty,
I tried to adjust
With the lone life I led,
Smiled at the long gathered
   pains and remnants...;
No hope had I,
Nor anticipated,
But-
Spring lay ahead,
Twittering birds, singing brooks
All astonished me!
   Though I, "Could it be true?"
I awoke with a jolt,
Found all the happiness blended...
I gained; one true achievement-
I let free my HEART.

"Unbottled"

Horizon and joy,
Longing and tears,
Beliefs and fear,
All found a voice!

Love and care.
Friendship and friends,
All swim far and near.

Tides of greed,
Blessings of mirth and Bliss;
All captivating the,
Majestic glow of the Warm Sun.

We humans...mortals we are,
Yet turn blind on green Meadows
Deaf and Dumb to the call of time...
When 'unbottled' the mighty heart overflows!

"Bereft"

Mindblowing thoughts,
Increasing heartbeats,
Missed milestones.
  Confused beings,
  Decoded language,
  Ancestors remembered.
Bravery 'sky-high',
Skill undaunted...
Achievements...why?
'Lady Luck" imprisoned;
All too bereft of...am I?

"One Truth"

Wherever you shall be,

My heart beats shall be for you;

Whatever you do,

I shall be to support you;

Whenever you feel lone-

Think of me,

I shall be there to cheer you.

My heart cries with you,

It laughs when you do...

  I weave dreams,

  I think happy thoughts-

  Of love and care-

  Now I do realize-

Dreams are nothing but Dreams.

Fantasies may be lots,

But-only one truth...

New Year !

I had a notion since childhood that New Year is a time when people have lots of parties-dancing, drinking and picnics. I used to have such times when I was a kid. As time passed by and I grew up, things started changing. There was not much going out for parties and dancing. There were responsibilities towards myself and towards family. I have however managed to enjoy every New Beginning of a New Year in my own sweet way. I prefer staying home-quiet, serene and calm-and thinking what can be done different from the past year.

I would like to share an event that may seem so trivial but made great impact on me. A festival or an occasion is always enjoyed with lots of expenditure-decorations, sweets etc etc., only by the lucky few of us who can afford to. I had to go buying groceries on 1st Jan 10; what I noticed that day was something I never noticed earlier. A small vegetable vendor by the road side was still in the same attire, same basket with same vegetables and the same ardent try to attract buyers. What is New Year for her? Maybe selling a quarter kilo more of her vegetables? Or maybe buying a bigger toffee for her child?

I know that we work hard to survive and earning is a part of it. Sometimes though we should think what can be done to give someone, a little less privileged than us, a bit of something that may make their day special or more meaningful.