Thursday, November 29, 2012

The music of silent roses

Walking through the lovely garden,
I winked at the beautiful, colourful butterfly,
I giggled at the deep, blue cloud,
I waived at the happy, yellow lily,

Then I felt a drop of tear, saw a sad face, unheard a longing
I had stamped upon the fresh, green grass,
I had made the beautiful leaf cry,
I had unheard the music of silent roses.

Lovingly I looked at my Father,
He smiled at the regret in my heart,
He looked at the realization of my soul,
He waived at the plea of my joined hands,

I promised love to the grass, the leaf and the roses,
And then, I walked on and on,
Over the crying grass, leaving the weeping leaf
Unaware of the music of silent roses
And then, I walked on and on.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

~ Just like that ~

Whenever I am in a dilemma and I end up choosing an option which somewhere deep in my heart I feel, is not the "right" thing to do, it so happens that the option gets eliminated # Thank You, God :)

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Extreme Summers? Extreme Winters? Or Spring it is…

Well, most people I know love Spring as it reflects stability and life, while I’ve almost always loved extreme winters; to the extent of having a butterscotch and then a much needed cup of Latte.  Even mathematicians love the middle part of normal distribution and hate the outliers. But, when I look back at life, I realize the importance of these extremes. I’ve come across Autowallah who took a wrong path and I ended up getting down at an awkward place at a not so good time but I’ve also dealt with the one who returned after 35 minutes after leaving the other three people all the way just because he had said he would. I’ve seen people picking up a ten rupee note when they know who it belongs to, but I’ve also been fortunate to see a poor rickshaw puller returning somebody’s wallet. Way back, I received an anonymous gift packet which had a small idol of Krishna and a note that said “To the most honest person I’ve met. Wish you very best in life.” I never mentioned about it to anyone but my parents. I felt fortunate and prayed to Krishna to help me become a good human being. And then, on one of the days I received an anonymous packet which had a book titled “Fifty Shades of Grey” and I felt disgusted, disrespected and what not. For a moment, I felt, perhaps, that book was not even worth being used as a toilet paper (no offence to the author or the admirers of erotic literature) and felt disgusted to a degree which was unknown till then. After wasting some time in thinking what might have driven someone to send me an offensive gift, I somehow saw that small Krishna on my table and smiled. Then, it came to my mind that my today’s prayer meant “He, by whom the world is not agitated and whom the world cannot agitate, he who remains calm in times of joy, anger, fear and anxiety, is dear to me.”  It’s only through negative infinity that we realize the positivity of positive infinity; it’s important for us to see the worst to be able to appreciate the best a little better. And without any exaggeration, a small bad happening, makes all the good ones a little dearer. It’s worthy enough to go through the worst for a moment if it creates greater love and respect for all the best moments and people you’ve met forever.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

If only you could tell me

If only you could tell me, which face to talk to
The one that’s kind and generous to me,
The other that is ruthless towards so many
If only you could tell me, which hand to hold on to
The one that helps me get up when I fall back,
The other that forces down so many
If only you could tell me, which eyes to believe in
The ones that peep into my heart with innocence,
The others those look down upon so many
If only you could tell me, which heart belongs to you
The one which is full of love for me,
The other which is full of apathy for so many
If only you could tell me, If only I could understand,
If only you would tell me, If only I would understand!