A plea

you created a lovely world..
the solitude of the dark silent night
the breathtaking aura of the full moon
talk of 'non verbal communication' !!!
the music of the early tweeting sounds
the warm hug of the morning breeze..
sun rays stealing thru the greens of trees
golden twinkles...
wet grass on bare feet
blanket of clouds in the blues above..
ocean stretching far and beyond...
as far as eyes can see
this's not enough...
could u create some more?

A plea

you created a lovely world..
the solitude of the dark silent night
the breathtaking aura of the full moon
talk of 'non verbal communication' !!!
the music of the early tweeting sounds
the warm hug of the morning breeze..
sun rays stealing thru the greens of trees
golden twinkles...
wet grass on bare feet
blanket of clouds in the blues above..
ocean stretching far and beyond...
as far as eyes can see
this's not enough...
could u create some more?

Treading distances...
miles and miles to go
But the 'I' in me doesn't match the steps...doesn't want to
It wants to fly
Where?
How?
With the feet firmly grounded.
Wish could smoothly back up the legs
cool...like the birds do
Oh! what a world it would be then
the journey matching the soul !
A sense of Exhilaration !
I don't belong to this world
Do I?
I wish to see the world that I want
I close my eyes
and wish
on this day of Valentine

Treading distances...
miles and miles to go
But the 'I' in me doesn't match the steps...doesn't want to
It wants to fly
Where?
How?
With the feet firmly grounded.
Wish could smoothly back up the legs
cool...like the birds do
Oh! what a world it would be then
the journey matching the soul !
A sense of Exhilaration !
I don't belong to this world
Do I?
I wish to see the world that I want
I close my eyes
and wish
on this day of Valentine

Hey Aakash and Ekta !

Do you know that you are our 'Happiness Bank'?
Like you add pennies to your piggies
We deposit N number of things daily...
We can cash you whenever we want..
A warm hug here, a kiss on the cheek there
We never have to think if we have enough to invest...
In fact we have more than we can even dream of...
But yes unless we do pay up everyday,
We won't get the returns, No way !
How strange? We don't have to 'work hard and earn' or 'plan' for this daily savings
No tax to pay...
All interest compounded...
Wealth swelling day by day !

Hey Aakash and Ekta !

Do you know that you are our 'Happiness Bank'?
Like you add pennies to your piggies
We deposit N number of things daily...
We can cash you whenever we want..
A warm hug here, a kiss on the cheek there
We never have to think if we have enough to invest...
In fact we have more than we can even dream of...
But yes unless we do pay up everyday,
We won't get the returns, No way !
How strange? We don't have to 'work hard and earn' or 'plan' for this daily savings
No tax to pay...
All interest compounded...
Wealth swelling day by day !

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.