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.