Children

A five something year old boy in his school uniform and bag with the zip torn, got onto the 7.50 am bus, quickly sat near a window seat and gestured his mother 'aai laukar ye, ithey seat ahey', holding his tiny palm onto the vacant seat besides him, guarding it fiercely. A little girl who looked to be his sister, came in, panting and occupied the seat in front of the boy. The Mother came at last, may be pre-occupied with unfinished jobs back at home, or someother things going on in her mind, the thought of availability of a place to sit in the bus being the last one to think of. The concern the boy showed for his mother was so sweet, like any five year old would do. He looked like he would take on the world for his mother. We raise our kids unconditionally and we are rewarded like these heavenly gestures. Soon the conducter came and the mother said 'MIDC', to which he showed surprise. The girl then said,' Chincwad station' and started giggling, in between telling her mother how nowadays she forgot the names of places. The 6 year old also explained, that the conducter didn't know MIDC. It was lovely watching kids taking reigns in their hands, sort of being escort for their mother. And the Mom...she was sort of beginning to feel the security that comes from the knowledge that her upbringing is being fruitful. Unconditional love can do wonders. Reminded me of my son who would hand me the cell or the house keys that I sometimes forgot to take before leaving for work. More than that, him cheering me up at times, not budging till he saw a smile on my face or reading his dad's face and asking what went wrong? Children clothed in Adult-thought attire. Where do they get this sudden Adult behaviour and statements from? They are truly the Gift of God.

Children

A five something year old boy in his school uniform and bag with the zip torn, got onto the 7.50 am bus, quickly sat near a window seat and gestured his mother 'aai laukar ye, ithey seat ahey', holding his tiny palm onto the vacant seat besides him, guarding it fiercely. A little girl who looked to be his sister, came in, panting and occupied the seat in front of the boy. The Mother came at last, may be pre-occupied with unfinished jobs back at home, or someother things going on in her mind, the thought of availability of a place to sit in the bus being the last one to think of. The concern the boy showed for his mother was so sweet, like any five year old would do. He looked like he would take on the world for his mother. We raise our kids unconditionally and we are rewarded like these heavenly gestures. Soon the conducter came and the mother said 'MIDC', to which he showed surprise. The girl then said,' Chincwad station' and started giggling, in between telling her mother how nowadays she forgot the names of places. The 6 year old also explained, that the conducter didn't know MIDC. It was lovely watching kids taking reigns in their hands, sort of being escort for their mother. And the Mom...she was sort of beginning to feel the security that comes from the knowledge that her upbringing is being fruitful. Unconditional love can do wonders. Reminded me of my son who would hand me the cell or the house keys that I sometimes forgot to take before leaving for work. More than that, him cheering me up at times, not budging till he saw a smile on my face or reading his dad's face and asking what went wrong? Children clothed in Adult-thought attire. Where do they get this sudden Adult behaviour and statements from? They are truly the Gift of God.

Today

There was this silent voice that has been nudging me for years...
Its time now, it said...gear up-
Hmm ! not so easy this...
The mute observer, from the heavens almost had his thumbs up !
And the book I've been reading, every page or any sentence has been screaming 'go go...'
And I almost did ! but I paused...
God ! tussi gr8 ho !
u create a yearning, u give answers too...
but then u check every moment, how am I getting thru...
yaar tujhsey hai panga hamara
mazaa bhe tumhee sey hai
tujhey hi saath le chaley hain
tho gila kahaan kisee sey hai
Hazaaron hain jee rahey
kisi apney ki talash mey
Bas pahonchaney ki der hai
Mit jayengi ranjishey
Dil ko hai sukoon ki talash
Par junoon bhe tho hai josh mey
Manzil ki parwa naheen
Chalna hai rasto pe hosh mey
Bekhabar honey ki tamanna
kahaan hai peecha chodti
but 'wake up' says the soul within
rise, set y'self free.
its an eternal war, to be bound or not to be
Am wading once again
through moments that need the whole of me
If only I could find myself
how easy life could be !

Today

There was this silent voice that has been nudging me for years...
Its time now, it said...gear up-
Hmm ! not so easy this...
The mute observer, from the heavens almost had his thumbs up !
And the book I've been reading, every page or any sentence has been screaming 'go go...'
And I almost did ! but I paused...
God ! tussi gr8 ho !
u create a yearning, u give answers too...
but then u check every moment, how am I getting thru...
yaar tujhsey hai panga hamara
mazaa bhe tumhee sey hai
tujhey hi saath le chaley hain
tho gila kahaan kisee sey hai
Hazaaron hain jee rahey
kisi apney ki talash mey
Bas pahonchaney ki der hai
Mit jayengi ranjishey
Dil ko hai sukoon ki talash
Par junoon bhe tho hai josh mey
Manzil ki parwa naheen
Chalna hai rasto pe hosh mey
Bekhabar honey ki tamanna
kahaan hai peecha chodti
but 'wake up' says the soul within
rise, set y'self free.
its an eternal war, to be bound or not to be
Am wading once again
through moments that need the whole of me
If only I could find myself
how easy life could be !

Patterns

Colours splashed on the morning sky
Like a painter's brush gone haywire
The charming orange and saffron
on a background of sea blue
The crisp cool breeze that dances around
all set to woo...
The cuckoo's call of the summer
augments the show
The Sun makes his handsome entry
his ascent slow...
urges the day to grow...
I want the early morning hues to hang on...though !

Patterns

Colours splashed on the morning sky
Like a painter's brush gone haywire
The charming orange and saffron
on a background of sea blue
The crisp cool breeze that dances around
all set to woo...
The cuckoo's call of the summer
augments the show
The Sun makes his handsome entry
his ascent slow...
urges the day to grow...
I want the early morning hues to hang on...though !

Horizon...

Dazzling lights...
I see...far on the side
this night.
There's always been this question...
after I reach...
What's next? What's beyond?
And in search I walk on...
Exhilaration... Mystery... Doubt... Danger... yes's... no's...it's all there...
part of a game...
Oblivion...that state of mind where everything else disappears...
Its wonderful...the delusion
Nothing is permanent...
Moments...meaningful...or otherwise
why should they be?
Live those moments
Move on...