Insights that Excites

Just be there with me… To feel the cool air Of the rain washed city The slight tingle Of the first rain drops on our faces Just be there with me…. To hear the birds come home At dusk declaring peace with the day The ores cutting through The tired waters before they are left to dry Just be there with me….. To see the same old city In the new light To visit old memories And feel no regrets Just be there with me Till it is time to start again….

Hold your happiness In those tiny fists… Curled around the tiny drops of Rain and sunshine As you feel your way through This wonderful maze of life Hold your happiness In those tiny fists… For it comes from within you To be reflected in the eternal drama Of rain and sunshine Let nobody tell you otherwise.. Let nobody hold your happiness for you For it comes from within you And showers like a thousand pearls On your closed eyes… Hold your happiness In those tiny fists… ( written about a photograph taken by a friend- click here to see)

The illusion of sentiments And the magic of beliefs Stand challenged In the sunshine of emotions The landslide has started The flood waters … Beginning to fill the brim of what remains- In this often broken sense of reality. To be able to distinguish Happiness from anguish And love from fear Has become only but a distant hope. In the all pervading sunshine of emotions Let the deluge break free From the bondage of insecurities, Jealousies and the sense of loosing Only to love more And may be…. to loose again.

The visions of the Dream Keeps transcending into the wakeful hours of the day The silvery moonlight Streaking into the bright sunshine of regular Familiar and useful life. It is a fine blend A dream that permeates into the conscious mind With a forcefulness That can leave the reality shaken That wants to spread out its wings And take on the might and power of the wind A reality that permits only acceptance That has to be lived through The silvery haze of a Dream

Today I am writing about two Doves that befriended us , came and layed their two eggs on a rope swing in my balcony. It was an amazing experience to see the two bird take turns, first, to build a tiny nest and then once the female bird lay its two small eggs, they once again took turns to keep the eggs warm. It was like a clock work, an unsaid and un documented sense of bonding between the two birds and their future family that was unfolding before my eyes. Very soon this nest was the most precious object in the household. All visitors were told about it and special ones were allowed to enter the bedroom and look at the nest from behind the glass of the French windows that opened into the balcony. After a wait of about 20 days, one of the eggs hatched and we had our first baby being born in the house .. the tiny little featherless and very helpless looking baby Dove. The parent birds were very excited.. and having watched them for so long, we detected a distinct difference in their beh...

I am lost, In the drift of souls From the debris of the leftovers of life That lay strewn around on the foot path Of the capital city Or in the burnt ruins of the Symbol of hospitality, In a rival capital. I am one with the drift It is a strange amalgamate of souls, That sing in the name of happiness, souls That rejoice in the name of love, souls That cry in unition at a loss unimaginable. Unable to tear away from the lifeless bodies Unable to see the loss on the faces Of the ones we leave behind. I am on my journey As a soul that hopes To never be born again To live in the divisions Created in the name of Isms In a world that looses its sanity A world that has lost its zest For the Ism of Life. My reaction to the turn of recent terrorist activites in the subcontinent. I love life and cant understand how or why some factions insist on wasting such a lot of it.

Wings of Fire In the corner room with the wooden floor Lay the soft song of life.. By the comforting warmth of Everyday life, Untouched by the whirlwind Within. Till you came by and The song remained soft no more.. It is a calling, The brilliance of a thousand suns Dazzling on the wooden floor. Waiting to take off In passion On the wings of fire.