Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Pain

When things go out of your reach and you find it too difficult to control, you feel the pain. The loss that you have foregone can be felt only by you. Even when you share it with others, they may sympathize but can not feel your pain. Hence, if you expect the words of solace, it would be well articulated but in fact it lacks its affect on you. The pain that you are bearing could be related to physical, mental or materialistic.
Pain can be expressed sometimes through words, certain times it flows out of your eyes and at times you conceal it, deep in your heart. When you shout out of grief to rid of pain, in short span of time you tend to forget that evil factor that led to pain.

I abhor pain
Which I never liked to gain
It conjured my thought
In which my mind was caught
Though I offered and tried to comfort
The thought that led the pain out
I failed to stop it, as it broke the shell
Making life worst like hell
Want to hide but I let to confide
The fact that lay on my side
Pain I felt, was my negligence
I could not use my intelligence
Lest it had occupied
Forced me to abide
The conundrum it has thrown
I lay unrest with a stretched frown
Pain, turned to a groan
Slightly clutching my bone
Till the time I rest in peace
With no life, buried with ease

Monday, January 19, 2015

Explore Life

Another name of Life is Challenge. The more you implore, faster you explore. There is nothing that can be termed as stagnant or monotonous in life. Though you remain the same, with similar responsibilities and bond with similar relationships still the challenges that you face everyday keeps changing. They motivate you, rejuvenate your thought with new feed of action. Skills in you either is getting improvised or turning obsolete. Sometimes they tend to hibernate when not in use for some period of time.
To tune it, you need to be assertive and search for the right channel that can help you to unveil new heights. I saw two kids playing hide and seek. Every time the same lot of kids went in search of new places to hide. Though it was a small park yet they struggled hard to find a new place. They did not want to leave any stone upturned.
My mind correlated this action with all the tough challenges that we face. We struggle hard to combat and get rid of it. Sometimes we are slow in our process and at certain times we do it coherently with great ease at faster pace.
All these acts and deeds justify your inquisitive nature of exploring new horizons.

Friday, January 2, 2015

Drops of Rain

Drops of rain, cleansed the nature
Attracting each one to capture
The beauty that was hidden
Oh Lord! I got smitten
To your wonderful creation
To admire each drop of precipitation
Glory that the nature sings
When the water rises to its brim
Nurturing every creature
Caring tenderly all its feature
It allows to bloom and blossom

Spreading fragrance of Love in wholesome!

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Feeling Fresh

Early morning, second day of the new year, when I peeped out of window it was drizzling. Cleansing leaves and making the things look absolutely serene. Purity was visible everywhere.I wondered how smartly the nature plays. It never allows the dirt or filth to stay on. Believes in reviving and nurturing in such a manner that we people keep adding more values from it to our life.
Suddenly my eyes felt on two kids. There were trying to protect themselves. They had covered their head with big sheets of plastic. Though barefoot and shivering with the cold, still there was glow in their eyes which was twinkling with joy.
In a while when it stopped raining, they ran out of the shed and starting puddling in the water, Splashing water at each other. The joy which I saw remains undefined. 

Cool air, windy breeze
Touched my greasy cheek
Each drop of dew
Had added few
Memoirs in my mind
When I had felt them with my hand
Toddling movement of boys
Who looked like little toys
Were splashing the water
Puddling it without any bother
They went on with joy and loud sound
Of happiness which was profound
I wished to join them
Strengthening the stem
Of childhood days and its fun
Under the open sky with or without sun