Celebration of human spirit.

The human spirit reveals itself whether it’s a fight against a disease, wrongs , or self foibles.Only thing that differentiates one from the crowd is the will to accomplish, the will to outperform, the will to prove others wrong.Its the human spirit that makes people winner against all odds.A win is not necessary to celebrate the human spirit.

     The best effort put forward is enough for the consummate celebration of human spirit.Its the human spirit that makes people scale unknown heights, travel  through the hostile seas, or listen to their heart’s calling.Compromises with one’ s conscience portends suppression of human spirit.Do what you think is right ,even if the whole world thinks opposite. One day ,your thought will see the light of the day and the  world will agree too..

To live again..

A new wish stems..

To conquer the unknown seas…

To risk again ..To live again..

Now is the time to decide to venture again..

Leaving the safe shores..

To explore the unknown..

The heart beats again for  the smell of a new country..

Who knows where that shore is..

Who knows is that the shore I truly seek….

Days...

Of days that were happy ,

Of days that were   sad,

Of days that taught a great lesson,

Of days that brought a new joy,

Of days bursting  with comraderie,

Of days that were hard,

Of days that were just normal,

Of days  of compliments,

Of days  of criticism,

Of days  with welcome solitude,

Of days most remembered,

Of days of accomplishments,

Of days of learning..

Of days ..

Each day , a new experience ..

Unpredictable hence Beautiful …..

The question .....

Lone swan took off for another journey to evade the harsh approaching winter. Every year the swan followed the same well known route to the foreign lands , which welcomed it with better weather conditions.
How much similar is the thinking of a man when he moves from one place to another in search for better atmosphere, better money and so on. The parameters may vary for every single person but the purpose is the same , move away to stop facing the harsh conditions of the present .New land beckons and offers a resort tempting enough to just leave everything and move .
Is this right thing to do , sometimes yes sometimes no. Not every time can you run away, today you will run away but what if you are confronted with same dilemmas over and over again. Sooner you learn to face them the better…

what if... for once

what if.. for once prayers were heard
what if .. for once dreams became reality
what if ... for once hopes materialized
what if ... for once wishes were granted
what if ...for once god thought alike
what if... for once ...

for a welcome end

Life is the greatest teacher , when you think , you have come to terms with its finicky nature , comes out of blues, another turn, leaving you amazed .
Maybe this is the way we learn , this is the way we get prepared for more unexpected turns life has in store for us and this is the way that we become a better person.
The spice of life takes strength from this unpredictability, that journey from the start of dark long night till the bright new dawn would be very dull if there was no other obstacle to be covered .As is said journey makes the end sweeter .. so be it .. :)

The unclaimed doll...

It lay there forlorn by the side of the swing, maybe some child left it .It was an object of curiosity for some, playmate for few mins to be again forsaken to please another kid. Kids of all ages came over, played with the doll and left it there over again. Sometimes they would fight with each other to win over the unclaimed doll.

Still as night dawned and kids went back home , the doll remained yet again by the side of the swing maybe waiting for its owner , or another evening , when yet again it would be a plaything of several kids. This went on for several evenings, one day the doll disappeared all of sudden.

The kids missed their lifeless companion for sometime, and then went back to their play again. Like everything else that gets forgotten with time the doll was forgotten too. Who knows whether it rests in a cozy home or yet in another playground unclaimed …….

The possible Dream!!

With a single anklet in her leg and wearing the flouncing skirt, she walked on the uneven but soft grass .As she felt the tickling of the grass in her paws, she imbibed in the serene atmosphere around, cool moonlight sprinkling soft light on the grass and making it look darker. The moonlight played with the placid water of the lake, making the water glimmer in its wake. As she watched the water ebb by and wind sweep the stony pathway, she felt she could feel her whole life till that moment pass in front of her eyes as if she was watching a fast paced play, with actors moving in and out.

She wondered at the sights she had witnessed , how they had molded her present persona.Finally she smiled the uncanny smile, only she knew why that smile surfaced at the dead of night, was it because of a thought of good times lived in past or in hope for a bright future ahead. Because in her eyes was the dream which she had seen since many a days which flourished there in the hope and certainty of seeing the light of the day. And she knew it would become true one day !!

Rainbow of Life

In a drunken stupor, he went on his way, as if troubles and late hours are capable of making someone drunk. With very step he faltered, trying to maintain his balance .Every passerby gave him questioning looks .He still walked on trying to drag his aching legs, because he still had a long way to go.

Then he saw a small kid standing by the side of the road .He was totally engrossed in collecting colorful pebbles. His clothes were in tatters, his hair was dry and coarse and legs were muddy, still this didn't appear to matter to him at all. He was just enjoying the bliss of novelty, lost amongst the colorful stones as if they were priceless.

Seeing the boy, he pondered why am I troubled, why can’t I also just enjoy the simple pleasures of life and get lost in the rainbow of shades of life ..Happily he trudged on , thanking God for all.

The eternal silence..

The dead of the night, with only audible sound being the sound of crashing waves that hit the mute rocks, and die a silent death. People come and go, the setting remains unchanged. The tranquility touches everyone who has been there. The silence remains with you. As if it were stuck with you to be there, in thick and thin, providing respite from the maze called life. The memory remains, with a single thought that’s where peace abounds and the soul rests...

The lakeside...

The tranquil waters, with an occasional frog croaking about, and a lonesome lotus surrounded by its fulsome widespread pale green leaves. The solitary rocks, the snaky lane leading to the thickets, and the thoughtful tree at the lakeside .The blue of the lake meeting the blue of the sky at the farthest point making the murky waters meet the dusky horizon.
Sitting there under the tree away from the rush of life and away from all that is important ,he breathes in the tranquility around and become one with the nature .Like the rock , the flower and the tree having no will of their own , he too becomes the part of the placid lakeside .At the end of it that is what he is , isn’t he another creation ,only the difference being he is got the tools to think, sense and apply..

A new moment...

Heart beats for a new moment it can cherish, a new memory that it can relive , something to look back to and remember as happy days during trying times.Coz the trying times will come and the flower of the happy life will wither and burn in the torments of its heated travails.
A plain smile, a word of concern, times spend together , words exchanged without being uttered,will bring joy to the pained heart later when everything would get veiled by unheard of sorrow.

The unsaid story of the ruins..

The ruins speak the story of a resplendent past. Even today you feel as if you can hear the horses walking past you, the blacksmith at their work, the artisans displaying the wares and can easily imagine the political intrigue and silent love blossoming in the precincts of the nearly dilapidated palace, that was once the witnesser of a time of high activity, of rampant power plays, of flowing drinks, of war strategies and political marriages.
Those ruined gardens and empty water ponds sing the song of prosperity that abound there once upon a time when the queen used to step on the bed of roses and into the scented waters and a cool zephyr flew by .All those hymns, those tales of love tell the story of a colourful and cruel past when a son plotted to kill his father for the power and when a traitor led to the doom of a golden era.

The new dawn....

The garden is abloom with a melange of hues , everywhere another flower blooms entrancing every one from honey bee to humans.The new hope springs and takes its first breath of air in turn scenting the atmosphere around giving joy to a dropping heart and giving voice to unsaid words.

As I make out the sun setting down and grey night slowly paving its way, taking in its wake all the iridiscent colours, covering everything with a black blanket, providing everyone reason to rest before another ray of light comes up to wake them and heralds a new dawn....