Reliving Dreams. Reconnecting with Stars

Blessed with the best parents, she grew up in the canopy of unconditional love and affection.

Where virtues of respect, trust, compassion and helping others was an innate habit.

The child who was everyone’s favourite for her gentle smile and her cherubic gestures.

Her eyes had a thousand wishes as such, and she always believed in her dreams.

She would share the wishlist silently with friends at night, as they would assemble forming a galaxy twinkling up in the sky.

She would write small notes in her secret diary and hide it deep under the pile of books somewhere.

She loved admiring the roses and would like the smell of the petals, yet pluck none from her garden.

She adored the bulbul bird’s nest in the creeper and would happily return from school to watch them from a distance.

She had her cute friendship with her Godfather like uncle, who was her genie fulfilling even her smallest of wishes.

She was the branch of a belief system where even though there was a particular religious belief, the doors of the mind was open to the one world one religion concept.

She was fortunate to celebrate every festival, feel the essence of kindness and care in every human irrespective of their class or creed.

All knew that her impromptu demands for the little sweet-sour toffees or the colourful balloons had to be satisfied without any delay.

Her faith in goodness and righteousness was seen in her voice and also her sensitivity.

She would love watching the rain in her backyard and rejoice holding the hailstones in her small palm.

She saw the beautiful world around her that was perfect with the noticeable imperfections that could be taken best care with mindful decisions.

While she follow her heart always and walked her path in life, she travelled to many places, met people of different races.

She then got introduced to the real world that was reverse of what all she had learned or imbibed, yet she chose to hold on to her values.

The journey of life seemed to alter her path of dreams and somewhere she lost her way in the tunnel like maze. 

That is when, in the darkness, as if out of nowhere, she could see the light beaming from the sky, as if her long lost friends were right there to help her.

She followed the path shown by her stars and then as if a magical path appeared, she moved on to cherish her dreams with her confident divine smile.

Journey of Life

The journey of life is a circle of experiences that takes us to different places,

Different places connect us to people from different regions and cultures.

The cultures are unique and the belief systems rooted in their lifestyle,

A lifestyle guided by the rules of the society and the demands of the family customs.

Family customs that by no way can be questioned or bend by free will,

Free will that is regarded as a taboo in the highly religiously inflicted society.

A society that is driven by the thoughts of the influential people,

People who have the money and the power to make any amends as per convenience.

Convenience is based on the circumstances and the interests of the stakeholders,

Stakeholders if were to use the power entrusted, with honesty and humanity.

Humanity will definitely bring together every individual as citizens of one world,

A world that will thrive on the virtues of peace, love, compassion and well-being.

Well-being of others as much as one would wish for themselves as a purpose of life,

A life that is focused on finding our own happiness and also helping others find their smiles.

Coz true smiles, have the power to bless the lives of millions in their journey of life.

 

 

 

My Mesmerizing Morning Date

I woke up to experience a magical surprise in the wee hours this morning,

When that ray of my familiar friend touched my eyes and was so glistening.

Like a child I rubbed my eyes, drew the curtain a little further and opened the window for a better view,

To watch my dear friend who seemed to wait patiently just to say ‘Good Morning to you’!

The presence that hour for sure was unusual, yet it brightened the blue sky at dawn beautifully

As we were habituated to greet and smile when it is dark sky at dusk gracefully.

The breeze was cool and the leaves of the branches of the were swaying gently,

The chirping of the birds and the sweet smelling flowers made the view celestial absolutely.

I smiled and promptly realized it was sliding away to make way for the rays of the Sun,

I knew that this was the right moment, if gone I would get none. 

I hastily said my gratitude prayer, made my way straight to the hall,

It was still dark inside, I did not waste time in switching on the light at all.

Broke the morning rule, first thing grabbed the mobile, and came back in no time,

I was so much allured by the charm, yet I managed to treasure the memory just in time.

Nature is definitely showing us miracles, these days, just that we ought to be ready to perceive,

I feel happy to share this pleasant moment, ' I woke up to greet my Morning Moon Date and receive '.

The Eye's Candy

                             

 There was a twinkle in her eyes, when she heard the candyman’s bicycle bell. Two rupee would be sufficient to get her this desired happiness, that moment. Before he could cross by her house, she scurried to her mother and got the amount. She came running to the gate while her mother was keeping a eye on her, from a distance. This time it was not the regular guy so she was being extra careful.

The man asked which colour that she preferred and she pointed her finger at the pink –white combination, which meant she liked the strawberry flavour. She gave the coins and indoors. She went to the kitchen to show her mother, her most prized possession at that moment. Her mother smiled and also told her to have it after she was done with her lunch. She was not quite ready to listen but then she knew that if she disobeyed, then the chances of getting the candy as and when she desired, would be negligible.  She kept the candy safely on her study table and then went to have her lunch. Now the most common characteristic of children as such is that they tend to forget certain things, which would have meant a lot, for a particular moment, when there is a bigger catch and in her case was television. It was her favourite ‘Tom and Jerry’ cartoon and so she was definite to forget the entire world. As the day was drawing to an end, the 8 year old came exhausted after her enthusiastic play time with her friends. She then washed her hands and feet, chanted the evening prayers quickly, and then as a flash of thought, she recalled about her candy. She went to the room as she knew where exactly she had kept her dear candy. Oh God! It was not there. She searched beneath her books, inside her school bag, under the table and as if it had vanished all of a sudden.  Her tears were right at the brink of her eye, but she controlled it, wondering where to find it.

She went to the backyard, just next to the kitchen and sat on the steps, gazing at the sky.  She always marvelled the moon. Perhaps, there was a divine connection. During her cherubic years, her mother would always show her the Moon in the sky, tell her happy fables and put her to sleep. She was trying to recall where she could have kept it, with eyes scanning the sky horizontally. Her mother called her for dinner and she went with a gloomy face. Her dad asked her about her day and she was answering in a disinterested manner and did not utter a word about the candy. Her mom, intervened with a friendly gesture, tapped on her head, and told about the candyman. Her love for those specific candy was known to all and when her dad asked her how it tasted, her mom was about to say something, when the shift was on the tears rolling down the little ones eyes. Her parents were bewildered and wanted to know of the sudden trigger that made their child cry. They were patient and when she calmed moderately, she narrated the entire story, gasping for breath in the middle. Her mother was patting her back to calm her and then she loosened her arms and then disappeared from the room. Her dad, meanwhile, said that he would get her another one, the next day. The subdued cry was as if instigated, she sobbed and said she knew that the candyman came only once a week with those special variety. He told her to drink water and finish her food. She was eating slowly, still a tear or two trickling down, denoting gradual closure. 

Her mom then came in and told her , if she was done with her dinner and crying, to follow her to the kitchen. The candy was right next to the spice box and as per her instructions that she gave her mom (Mom, can you keep the candy in the kitchen as I fear the ants might eat it, I am going out to play).  In the excitement of joining her friends, she completely forgot this bit of the conversation, during her hunt later in the evening. She gave a naughty grin and hugged her mom. She then got  totally involved in her precious candy treat and smiled, up at her Moon.

 

The Flower Pot Wreath

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Azaan lived a dream of achieving the best in life,

In the bleak shadow of reality where his parents lived a humble life under the threat of a knife

His toys were numbered and mostly the discarded broken ones by the rich,

His clothes were those which were worn by the Wazir's son- Nuzich,

The school was a make-shift and he was happy going there,

His teacher who was clad in hijab, was soft-spoken and very kind

The stories that she shared created the vision of a happy world in their minds

Where the people lived in harmony and love in their hearts.

The treaty yet to be signed, was postponing the fate of their hamlet

Perhaps all their prayers were being heard by their very own Allah

The sub-conscious mind was breeding a fear for the multitude

The body and heart was focusing on the present with a hopeful attitude

The judgement day brought in a silence in the air around

Even the sudden honking of the jeep brought a shiver in the spine

He was all set to go to his school, the only shrine of love and peace

The road revealed a strange sight of abandoned vehicles and no gunmen

He was eager to tell the news that perhaps the monsters have fled the city

As he approached the first floor, he could hear the prayer of hope in the name of Allah

The speed of his footsteps increased and he pushed a flower pot off then floor by mistake

He reached the doorstep, smiling and panting, to greet his teacher and paused

In the blink of an eye, he felt a miss of his breath 

In the next breath, he opened his eyes to see the ceiling

He felt a numbness in his left side of the body, unable to move due to bruises

Azaan closed his eyes and called out to Allah with tears of mercy

The flower pot was worth 70 innocent lives, all find place in jannat for sure

The snipers could not differentiate it from the sound of the human slayer bomb

All they knew was to react within seconds and target humanity in the name of jihad

Once a shrine for wisdom and faith, now seemed like a graveyard with natural floral wreaths 

Become a True Yogi . A Pillar of Humanity.

Photo Courtesy: Isha Foundation, AdiYogi

Daily rituals of acquiring positive energies need dedication

Dedication that seems like an effortless daily chore for a Yogi 

Life shows up progressive changes in the most unexpected forms

Forms that may be invisible to the eye yet  engraved for life in the heart.

The Heart that says yes to changes with thirst for inner peace

Inner peace with which each challenge seems a breeze

A breeze that inspires every breath to seek the purpose

The purpose to be blissful and dutiful to nurture the soul.

The soul of a Yogi yearns the true essence of love and humanity

Humanity that sees beyond the lines that divide countries

Countries together follow ethics of governance for the welfare of all

Welfare that becomes filtered to serve the egoistic interests to warfare.

Warfare brings in destructive silence challenging humanitarian practices

Practices and retaliations that obstruct the source if positive energies

Positive energies yet finds a way as inner engineer to mend the wires

Wires of purity get revitalized and humans come together to witness divinity.

Divinity that sparkles as a spectacle from the sky above to the world as midnight meditation

Meditation together with the mystical theory of pancha bhoota aradhana for yogis

Yogis who take pledge to serve others with love and do daily acts of kindness

Kindness that is a true human virtue beyond caste, creed or religion of people

People who join hands with the mystic to stand together as messengers of world peace

World peace that bombs the evil intensions and showers self-esteem, compassion and care

Care for self and others, proactive deeds and happiness though daily practices by us as a Yogi

A Yogi who does the right thing at the right time to serve the highest good to safeguard human race.

B - BEAUTY BEYOND BOUNDARIES

Welcome to the era of speed that helps us cross boundaries upon a breath.

The best thing is the presence of beauty in anything and everything we cross.

A beauty that exists as a blessing for Nature and reflected in human nature.

It is the bond of humanity that spreads the peaceful thought in the air we inhale.

The echo ‘I am Love and a Gift for mankind from the Divine’ enters each soulful mind.

A power on the Earth to protect and flourish beauty in various forms and emotions.

The passion of humanitarian love meant to eradicate the atrocities of war and destruction.

With the purest message of ‘Creating One World’ bringing the world immersing all virtual global boundaries.

Every smile signals acceptance above racism, for a universal family built on equality and honesty.

Where the beauty within reflects in the unconditional acts of kindness beyond the heaps of money.

There will be the overflow of happiness and gratitude as the lovely springs in the valleys of countries.

The fluttering of the white flags will be the spectacle from the sky above to indicate the happy lifestyle.

People- black or white, rich or poor, healthy or weak, educated or illiterate help and care for one another.

Finally, peace and love is gifted to all with the virtue of Godliness, angels speeding to pass unconfined beauty beyond boundaries.