Sunday, July 26, 2015

Imbibing the serenity.

There was so much chaos inside her, that she wanted to give away
The somnolent clouds drifted closer to hear what she had to say
The breeze blew through her hair, distant fog encompassed her
And then it began to drizzle. 

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Adorning the Cliché

Mumbai Monsoons are here. Finally the thunderous sound of rain drowns the traffic noise. The hot humid noons are replaced with the dull cold atmosphere. Even though as clichéd as it may sound I love these days cuddled up and waking up lazily. A day spent off work can revitalize the soul. Watching out the window appreciating nature as it cleanses the world is a spectacular sight. Sipping off hot ginger tea while laying hands on the best book around is heaven for me. I see a crow sheltered in my window trying to protect it's slightly drenched feathers. I see colorful umbrella tops of various shapes and sizes. Children wobbling in their over-sized raincoats waiting for their school buses.
Most of the time we're so encapsulated in our work that we seldom appreciate the beauty of the simplest things. Many a times we're physically at one place but our mind is cluttered and boggled with thoughts. I wish we had a switch to turn our mind on and off at the right moments. Time is running out our hands, appreciate little things. Spreading a smile across someone's face is the least we can do. We often feel demotivated and inferior to others. We compare our lives to another's when there is only one unique being on earth like you. It's alright if you feel like you aren't moving closer to your goal or even if you don't know what your goal is! Keep trying new things, look out for that silver lining. With a content and happy attitude no entity can ever push you down.
I head out for a walk with friends and we have hot "batata vadas" (Crisp potato fritters encased in a gram flour batter) and chai. We sit down and laugh as we tick off our list of clichéd things to do on a rainy day. It may be the same old practice being carried out for years but it makes my heart beam as we chatter away relaxing and making the most of the monsoons!




Thursday, July 16, 2015

The Flight of Life..


Soaring across the wide blue sky
Looking below on where shall I dive
A relishing fish for my family
They are the purpose and my reason to be alive.

I glide and swoop along with the wind
and dip my beak to catch a fin
I stumble, I roll, I fall into the sea
Eyes set on the goal but the fear of not achieving is all I had within.

My feathers are soaked and the burden is too heavy
Till I'm ready to fly the opportunity will be long gone
Thoughts of the cries of my babies haunt me
It turns dark, losing all hope I drag my hurt esteem along.

When I reach home they embrace me
Drooped shoulders and lowered eyes
They notice something is wrong and comfort me
There are no whines, no wailing cries.

This is what family is all about
They help you rise when you're at your lowest ,when you feel defeated
And rejoice in your victory as it is their own
I could not sleep and as soon as dawn struck I retreated.

Caught the first fish in the sea flying against the wind
Every day is a struggle and we must strive on
I returned to the loudest clamor and joy in the tree,
Never let your failures dishearten you as LIFE surely and undoubtedly goes on!




Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Don't Walk Away...

During the weary day, the sun is my companion,
When night draws by the twinkling stars become my roof overhead;
The constant traffic at the brink of the footpath is  a part of my life now,
I may be one of the children of the streets but I have a vision to march ahead.

Don't give me that look, dear passer-by,
I will not beg but atleast give me an opportunity to shine;
Behind these shabby, dirty clothes there is a hidden heart of gold;
Yes, we both are the same, even if not blessed with riches by the divine.

Don't shoo me away or be disgusted by my rags, I'm a human too,
I am a child wandering these streets for love and compassion I never got;
This life may not have given me a full belly,
But the hope and dreams in my eyes is something the world has forgot.

Life is full of ups and downs I believe,
So what if I started low;
The zest and enthusiasm for life which I have,
Will surely one day make me glow!