Am I Good Enough?

Mesmerizing, scintillating, tranquilizing beautiful I am, thought the rose…

As she looked into her reflection with delight,

A seed of doubt crept into her, and sent it a little root,

Am I good enough, Am I right??

The rose wandered with these thoughts and thought….

Maybe, I should’ve been small and fragrant like a Jasmine,

But a Jasmine is very tender and delicate,

Or maybe, vast like a Lotus,

But Lotus grows in the muck,

Maybe, I shouldn’t have had thorns,

Or maybe, I should’ve been designed differently,

Then  people would’ve liked and adorned me..

Am I good enough, am I right?

 

As she was wandering in the garden heartbroken,

Feeling miserable and forsaken,

She met the calm and serene, blissful chrysanthemum,

Merry and gay, on the way to the sanctorum,

Who paved the way for her dear friend rose, telling her,

Be the beauty that you are, for that is what you are meant to be,

Do not tend to the seed of doubt, for it steals the true self you ought to be,

And whatever be the path you take, dear friend,

We shall all meet at His Feet, in the END !!

I am good enough, I am right !!

 

In life, we often tend to play the game of looking good and get stressed, no end, until we find a friend, guide, teacher who steers us in the right path. An attempt to portray the same.

 

Advertisements

The Bride..

She wakes up with a golden hue, as the sun rays first kisses the demure blue sky,

With a blush of orange and a shade of red, perfectly donned to be a newly wed bride,

Displaying the fresh green leafy springy attire, swaying and dancing to the numbers of  the beloved breeze through the day,

Luminous, magnificent, mesmerizing flowers adding beauty to natures play.

Metamorphosing into a tangerine glow for the evening show,

Undulating balmy waves adding to capture her beautiful glow,

Changing hues, changing attires, changing appearances that please the eye,

From dawn to dusk, the bride gets into a somber slumber, bidding goodbye,

To the fierce golden  star, deep in thought, laying on the pillow of twinkling stars,

Waiting for the break of dawn, to brighten her day, and don a new avatar !!

 

Mama’s delicacies..

No brand, no hype,

Pure love in every bite,

Sweets and savories,

Lip smacking delicacies,

Yummy bakes, hot from the oven,

Diving right into our wide open mouths, entering by the dozen,

Bigger bite up for grabs, siblings ready to lay the snare,

The last bit of crumbs from the tray, we wouldn’t want to share.

I’m sure you had magic flowing in your hands,

For it looked as simple as waving a magic wand,

 Mom, I guess, our crunchy bites were music to your ears,

I’m sure, for once, looking at us fighting for our share, you would smile ear to ear,

For no money can buy the pleasure and satisfaction derived thus,

Today, I confer upon you, the title  of “COOKING GENIUS”.

 

 

Dedicated to my lovely mom ❤

 

 

Change in perception..

There is a huge blank wall of a new house. Freshly painted, the aroma of paint still lingering in the room. Everything is perfect, the interiors, the lighting, the furniture and fixtures, the drapes, the blinds. Reema is on top of the world and feeling  joyous.

After Reema and her hubby Vinod move in and are in the process of settling down, Reema notices a small patch or to say an oily blotch on the wall. Her heart is in her mouth and she gives out a loud screech….how did this happen? She frantically calls for the painter to fix it, but as luck would have it, the painter announces, it can not be fixed. If we try to patch up that part, it will stand out, else you’ll have to do the entire wall – not worth the trouble after all. Let it remain.

The perfectionist in Reema, is totally unsettled, feeling restless, irritable, snapping, shouting.. Her hubby is totally relaxed, going about his work. Isn’t this blotch bothering you? How can you be so calm? It is our dream house, we took so much care of every detail…don’t you feel bad?

Vinod takes Reema to the wall and says, darling, look at the huge wall. It’s such a beautiful wall. The painting made by you, is adorning the wall and adding volume to it. The plant adding to the decor of this room. Why are you holding on to that tiny blotch in the huge wall. Look at the other parts of the wall, and the house, expand your outlook, change your perception of seeing things, look at the larger picture. Will that blotch come in the way of our leading a happy life? Will it take away your right to go about your work? It will remain a silent spectator, let it be …

It is a light bulb moment for Reema, who realizes, problems are always there and remain as they are. It is our outlook or attitude of moving on powerfully and finding a solution to it, instead of holding on to it. “It is in us to think practically and change our perception to focus on the larger framework of life”, she said. She placed a huge plant to camouflage the blotch on the wall. She slowly realized the futility of her being a perfectionist. She became aware of herself, caught herself in the act of being perfect and is still practicing the art of letting go…  🙂

Does this story ring a bell for you? How many times do you try to achieve perfection in anything that you take up? Would love to hear from you.

 

Life’s journey..

beautiful-pink-rose-garden-260nw-67823017

Lovely pink blossoming mommies,
Carrying  their  cute budding babies,
Teaching them about their life’s journey.
Marching ahead to adorn bouquets and decorations,
Soaking the appreciative peeps and caresses from the fellow carnations.
Walking with a hint of pride along the boulevard,
The budding beauty, oblivious of the blemish arising from its own yard…
The prick  that ‘stemmed’from the thorn,
Changed the budding babies perception,
Oh, the budding baby cried ! It’s not roses all the way,
Mamma, I come with my limitations,…
Softness and delicateness packed in my appearance,
I am much required for people to exhibit their exuberance, 
I make sure, I’m accepted with thorny interiors,
Pricks and hurts are part of my beautiful demeanor,
My entire life span of just two days,
Before I realize, ends swiftly in a haze,
Now, in my return journey before my end,
I notice, my soul is bruised and scarred,
As I walk through the rusted boulevard !!
A striking similarity between life of a rose and that of a man..We could all very well relate to the life journey of a rose with it’s limitations to our own lives, and before we realize it’s futility, it’s time to depart.
.. Any thoughts?

Blocks to thoughts…

light-bulb-moment-2615457__340

A writer I am, I failed to blog,

Wanting to write, I have been agog,

 Putting pen to paper was tough,

As my thoughts were covered with fog.

Perhaps, a writers block, I thought..

An artiste, I am, I failed to create,

Paints, colors and hues failed to permeate,

For hours, mentally, I would just debate,

Putting the brush on the canvas, my flow couldn’t relate.

Perhaps, a creative block, I thought.

Have been riding on waves of highs and lows,

Surfing between life’s roughs and troughs,

With some situations, I could courageously deal,

Some happenings, were not in my control.

Perhaps, a mental block, I thought.

Today, I became my own tutor,

I taught myself that experiences are life’s biggest teachers,

Lessons, in schools, we  have learnt many,

To live with life and march forward, are moments of life’s epiphany !!

Perhaps,an enlightening discovery, I thought !!

Dream..

Someplace, far away,

Under the soft blanket of the blissful blue sky,

Where there are no tears, no sorrows,

No fears, no stress, no hurry for tomorrow

I would like to stay and truly live my life..

Under the soft blanket of the blissful blue sky,

Where there is compassion and love,

Where there is a treasure chest of goodness to shove,

Where there are rains of peace and harmony from above,

I would like to stay and truly live my life..

Under the soft blanket of the blissful blue sky,

Where I could take a flight in the unchartered universe,

Where I could flutter around gathering the nectar from the life’s deep caverns,

Where I could be myself, without being torn apart playing different roles,

I would like to stay and truly live my life..

Under the soft blanket of the blissful blue sky…

Someplace, far away…

 

Life is fair?

To battle the fierce fears,

Which attack our sole soul,

We should sometimes be allowed to cry aloud,

And apply a balm on our sore heart to help us soar high,

We need to shear the ego & the ‘I’, and see life through the sheer “eye“,

And let go of some of our limiting attributes and sum up our life.

The underlying requirement of human life, is a Piece of Peace,

To tide over, our tied shackles of problems and limitations.

We tend to assess if life is fair, but the truth that matters is, in this journey how did we fare?

 

I have used homophones in each line of this piece and tried to bring out the gist of life. Hope you all enjoy it.

Where does it hurt?

background-1298015__340.png

Why do we feel hurt,

By words someone has spoken…

Where do we feel it and where does it pain??

Where do the tears flow from ??

The wounds and the scars of the older wounds aching and hurting,

Are intensely etched and ingrained,

Somewhere in the deep crevices of our being…

The words are spoken arrows,

Hitting the target of the concentric circles, of the emotional dart board,

Bringing out the hidden emotions of anger, sadness and frustrations to the brink,

To ooze out of us.

We demand an apology, and rightly so..

Lest, to satisfy our ego,

But, my dear friends, Do you think that’s the way to go??

Apology, is a must,

Not from the person who shot arrows of words on us,

But from ourselves to US,

For having suppressed the emotion within and for blaming it outside of us.

A big shout out of Thank You to the person who speaks thus,

To help trigger the release of emotion buried within us,

To bring about the emotional upheaval from within,

To facilitate our true healing !!

 

Are you Sorry ?

These days, in my day to day conversation with various people, I find the word “sorry” to be used left, right and center.  I feel, it’s one of the most abused words in the language and is losing it’s sanctity.

The various scenarios where it tends to get ‘mis’used..

I can’t attend class today – “sorry “….It’s really become business like. No repentance, no actual hint of apology..

You step on someone’s toe and just blurt out, “sorry” without actually meaning it..

Late for a meeting, (Simple…so sorry, got stuck in traffic….)

Hey I forgot to get your book, sorry..

Even the kids these days are so gregarious with this ‘sweet’ little word…when I question them about..not calling after reaching from place A to Place B, or for not doing their homework or exceeding the time for watching TV, the answer is one word – “SORRY”..I forgot. Sorry, by mistake…It’s just a statement..

Sorry has become the new style of greeting… for anything and everything, there’s sorry ready in the tray…

If only,

Sorry could mean a sincere apology, without any strings of excuses attached to it.

Sorry could mean a message to your loved ones to say, I do make mistakes, I’m not perfect. Please accept my apology.

A sorry could mean a way to express ones feelings of repentance.

If only, sorry could be a heartfelt word to convey the true intention for the travesty of actions !