Gratitude

 

I looked outside the window 

and discovered a morning enveloped by  fog 

and again fantasized it as a land of angels

 for my meeting to live a great, and beautiful life.

The parrot cried from the nearby tree

and I heard the morning song to prove myself alive 

amid the nature 

over the mother earth 

who every moment becomes kinder 

before myself lost in the abyss.

I recalled my literary days,

 the cheers, 

the awards, the hopes, 

the dreams to win the marathon

 amid claps of friends and family.

My eyes filled with tears, 

rolled out , 

evaporated in the atmosphere marking me a loser.

 I fell down...

Again tried

again be ready to run.

My legs became friendly

My mind opened the secret door of dreams.

Aging I avoided,

 polished my grey hairs, 

put some makeup on my face

 and looked into the mirror.

I smiled as I rediscovered myself .

I avoided the laughter around 

when I approached the closed door 

of depression, failures, dark and negative thoughts.

The sun was at its utmost beauty 

waiting in the west 

for the slumber to welcome.

I with deep satisfaction 

 resumed my journey 

went deeper 

and rediscovered the rising sun 

just in the opposite world

 as everything in life

 moves inside a circle

As everything in life 

happens inside a circle.

 

Felt the immortality

and filled with gratitude.

Letter to your friend about your village.

 Dear Krishna,

Have you ever remember me?I think to ask you such question at this stage of life is not so simple as we never expected.Long past there was a temple in the mid town where we used to go and play with our other friends. The temple was small ,unique and the old man who was their worshiping God was our chief subject of gossip. I used to sip the drops of holy water being distributed by the old man where tulshi patta was floating. Those days were beautiful, tension free and full of joy.

The memoir

 

People say it is easy to write memoir

But, in my opinion,it is not so easy

to open the door of your personal world

for the people around.

Still every word you write has flavor 

of your personal experience

may it be your own or of other you know.

So, your every story, your essays,

even your poem are your memoir

painted with colors .

The literary world 

welcome everything 

as it has magic

to forgive and forget.

Your memoir is immortal.

Write

 

Write whatever you like,

Write what you want…

Writing will help you

To face the world,

Writing will help you

to get respect.

It is an amazing business,

It will remain immortal…

It will speak your wishes to other,

The likeminded people will listen you

For a better world.

So,

Write, write and write…

Till the end of path.

writers block

 

Each writer at times faces writers block what was earlier beyond my own thought.

But it happens.

It happens, because we are human being and we have also some limits in each of our action.

It happens, because there are many things in this earth to break our journey.

It happens, because sometime our protagonist wants not to move and sit somewhere to rest.

It happens,

So, we should not be mocked by anyone who don’t know us and lives a social life.

We are special.

So, we should move on in our path bribing our characters to smell the aroma in the end.

Of course, tragic end may inspire our reader to purchase our book.

But I wish to see joy in my protagonist.

Sunshine

It is beyond any word to describe the depth of sunshine, the feelings, the aroma. It was a quiet morning. The path was beautiful, of course in my eyes, as I was enjoying the fallen leaves and petals of flowers. I preferred walking to smell the nature. I got a squirrel with four brown bird collecting food under a mango tree. I found a butterfly was competing with me and I speed up my pace. At last, the butterfly became tired and sat over the green leaf of a wild tree.

Talking nature…

under the sunshine

my palms were filled

with flower petals

to weave a dream in leisure

and again, share it with all.

Sunshine was beautiful and was penetrating in each cell to recall my childhood days.

I loved it

Money

 

It is not easy

But it is the adventure

to join a job,

and to earn money.

Today

I meet my junior

after a long gap,

joined their tea party.

Under the aroma of tea

I rediscovered my talent.

One of them appreciated

What I write,

And my plan to be a full-time author

after retirement.

I left them with sparks of smile.

I could feel myself a different person,

Confident, full of hope and dream

to earn money…

till the day I bade farewell to this beautiful earth.