Lines are the beginning of an artiste’s image;
Lines are in natures beauty;
Lines are in barren trees;
I enjoy and literally love to see my little one playing with her soft toys. She has bestowed upon herself the title of motherhood (at about 6 years of age) – she calls herself the mother, and her toys as her babies. She has named them, cuddles up to them, teaches them good values and even her lessons. If at all I tell her to remove her toys and keep it at a proper place, she gets wild..she says, “Mom, they are my babies, don’t call them toys”…
My ventriloquism skills are put to test when I have to cheer her up with the help of her babies, as they talk to her to get her into a good mood.
Above all, I feel I should be in the Guinness book of world records for being the youngest grand mom 🙂
If only, I could, I would have captured this age and these moments for ever !!
Let’s party tonight,
To celebrate one more day,
To the beat of life !!
Alex was super excited as he embarked on his first train journey in a foreign land. The lush green country side the snow capped mountains, caused his adrenaline to rush. He was soaked in the scenic beauty, when he heard a loud blast, and the train came to a screeching halt….
An Acrostic poetry on the game of politics. Though, it may not be correct to brand every politician under this wide umbrella as corrupt, but say, 90-95% of our present day game players would fit in this game.
P : Prime examples of power mongers,
O : Offering a promising future for the country &
L : Lifetime alleviation of problems of the common man,
I : Injecting false hopes and shamelessly begging for votes,
T : Ticking by the clock of elections,
I : Instigating rivalry and hatred based on caste and religion,
C : Compromising the country’s needs and values, and customizing it to suit their needs,
S : Spearheading the blame game sitting in the opposition, when not in power.
The politicians are super experts, who promise to partake in the development of the nation, and then conveniently turn the crankshaft of the internal engine of the nation in order to power their own interests.
Thoughts often define the nature or personality of a person..They have the capacity to make us or break us. Thoughts haul the engines of our minds and they drag us in a constant, unhindered direction of negativity or if we happen to be fortunate, in the direction of the positive..
If we do not churn the negative thoughts out, they turn toxic and become frigid and often get fastened and attached to our systems, they drive us in one dimension of negativity, with the blinkers on..
So it is up to us to nurture the inchoate thoughts and to explore the radiant and vibrant ‘SELF’. We ought to break the shackles of being stuck and move out to feel the freshness of life beyond the walls of our self constructed castles..
is the birth and inception of a new day,
the day, your chance to bask in the glorious sunshine,
the day to begin, to enjoy the fresh spring flowers,
the day to sway in the resplendent and radiant nature,
the launch to unearth and discover the new “YOU”,
the first day to commence the rest of your life,
the day to locate the divine address within you.
the day you have been blessed with,
the day to appreciate life and be ever grateful,
For you know not,
If tomorrow comes…
You entered my womb,
I carried you,
You entered the world
And I nurtured you,
You brought love and smiles,
And I learnt from you,
You were my joy and my life..
Just when I thought, all is well,
You left me high and dry and went far away,
Reaching for you and looking up in the sky,
I’ve forgotten to breathe, I’ve forgotten to live,
My throat is parched,
And I’ve exhausted my tears,
A few months gone by, I feel it’s years,
I feel betrayed, I feel isolated in the midst of people,
Come back, my dear son,
Teach me to breathe and teach me to live again.
A poetry written, feeling for a mom,who lost her young son.
Mrs Lynda, the head of the orphanage, quipped, Anita would go to her new home. Her new parents would be coming soon to complete the adoption formalities.
Little Anita, anxiously waited, looking at the stairway entrance, with bated breath, to meet her new parents for the first time.