Life’s Script

At dead end, a fall, a crevasse

Mind says,how good a self written life script would have been

Is it really predetermined or do we write it now and then

Less bitter and more sweet filled in

Stretched and narrowed

While others don’t stand to lose and is fair

When asked, need wealth

Yes,

If given less

Give adjustability with it

Give more,

Add sharing and humbleness to it

Education that enlightens,

Health, with the eagerness to work

When ill courage to rise

Character, where self and others are adored

Family that extends beyond blood relation

Success which is not just materialistic

Where neither the helping ones nor needy is forgotten

A good human defined in your exhaustive dictionary

Time for prayer to keep weakness and strengths in check

For happiness, for growth, wiping of fears and sorrows,

To reflect

Honesty, righteous reasoning with humilty

Remnants will soon follow

Some bow to gain, for mercy, for strength, hope

As with gratitude

For oneself for humanity

Some quarrel and scold

So told, make us humane leading to the abode

The most gorgeous of your creation in graceful form



We need to persevere to get the preferred result. Sometimes we behave in line with our highest self and another moment we are a different person. So let us reach half way and be there and stop being fickle.

Soul is always pure and beautiful. It is just our indifference attitude and incorrect decisions that has lead us to where we are.

Neither all have a heart nor does all get an opportunity to help

Waking with the birds:

I can post separately about each days morning walk as there is so much out there. Today’s was bit different as I could still see the moon just before day break.. There is something special about each day also what you see and feel as you walk in the morning and evening will be dissimilar. Then comes where you walk. City does not take a mass break so the pollution never dies down. Walk to countryside which even now has calmness and freshness..

But for filth and de motivation what is exceptional about early morning walk?

Landscape, chirping birds, sunshine, mist, smell of caramel form bakery which opens then, listening to morning prayers coming from temple, health, cool breeze, road side flowers, infrequent friendly smile from other walkers …

I saw the sky brightening up and the moon stroll behind, fade into the blue as I walked eastwards towards my home but could not see sun-rise may be he was asleep warm inside icy blanket.

Mitti jab naseeb hogi

Tho patha nahi barsath hogi ya nahi

Jab thak hum he

Chahtehen, 

Kiltha huva phool hi sab ko humse naseeb ho

Interpretation:

It’s quite profound....so may not be fully able to decode. It’s about flower, seed and living happiness filled life. A flower blossoms and makes onlookers cheerful. It changes into a seed and falls on soil unknowing whether it would rain or not for it to sprout nevertheless its job as a flower is done to spread joy. When it comes to life, it doesn't know if at all anyone would sorry its fading out but wants to extend smile to others when alive amidst duality.

It takes a great mind to praise a good deed.

When we dislike someone we search for faults in them. Then begins the process of hurting others sentiments and emotions. Never do this.

Let the people but not the things dwell in our heart.

Child of a true soldier

Bravery flowing in the veins

Head held higher than any of the peaks

Always on feet

Acknowledged of priorities

Wanna be a child

To such a true soldier

Son of proud mother-land

She is no lesser than him

As she has a bold heart

To send away and pray for him

When he is in middle of the war field

Takes all reliability

But wants him back after their victory

Wanna be a child

To such a true soldier

Nurtured by safe hands

Interpretation:

The true soldier in the poem has the bravery in place of blood flowing in his veins. He is in a highly respectable job. Always ready and knows what should be subordinated. His mother and mother land both are proud of him.  Here ‘she’ refers to the wife of the soldier who is bold enough to send him away and pray for his well being. She takes up all responsibility when he is not at home. She is longing for him and for country’s victory. Want to be a child to 2 of such a wonderful people. If the county is safe in their hands so can be the child.

He told me I can, should and will

I agreed to live a life on tough earth

As you mighty of all promised to protect and lead me

At my times of need

Thee the keeper of thy promise

Not reminding you but me of it;

So I can be fearless

As you are there and always will be

Hushing me when scared and in sorrow

And giving a good heart and mind to carry

Where ever I go, where ever I be, with whomever around

Though I self doubt,

Then there happen to exist many watchful of ma merits

As I turn to you

Give me that peace and mercy

Hope that I can, power so I should persist

Have witnessed not so good side of I unfold

Still consider me your toddler just a year old

 That never give in

 Then on throughout I tell again and remain obedient

To your words which are blessings

My Ever Intimate Intimacy:

How to know it is you

Whom I married in heaven?

Am in a dismay

For you are like the crown without a faint gleam

But am I worth it

To be princess of your dream?

There could be many worthy of you

Then why will you choose me?

But am not hard enough to lose

For you are one who can lift me

From the worst of my state

Such is my deepest faith

Even though I don’t trust myself

If you say

My love I trust you

Then other things would be mean

After witnessing me in dim

When beauty isn’t satin

If you wish to be

I want you not just till my life is

But for each breath,

And every time I live

Take me without weighing

Our relationship will be

Out of the world

Like crystal; close, strong and clear

Come to me with the gift

Of love, of gentleness, of blush, of care with tolerance

And prove you know in real

MY beautiful unrevealed

Sleep and awake, dream and reality:

Heard death is sleep and birth is awakening from the sleep. Is it really so that the death is sleep? I am puzzled. when we die, probably we connect with Him and reach the place whose existence we always questioned and here we live in a world assuming it to be the reality where everything from relations to possessions have evolved and has a manmade touch.  When I sleep I usually dream. On dreams I have little hold, they develop by themselves as such it could be pleasing or horrifying.  Then what if I am made to live my dream when I am awake, on which I had no command?...

We are still humans(committing errors and then correcting oneself) even after an ideal is reached. And I would like to be only a ‘human’ whose heart goes for others in grief and would always want many to be better than me, who are praised aloud which would keep me learning and humble throughout.

Tears:

Some splash water on their face (walk in rain), a few chop onions at odd times, some go away, pretend dust to have entered their eyes, to have caught cold and feeling sleepy, rest close themselves in a room with the windows and the door closed and weep aloud.  Lucky are those who do not think who is/who is not around to cry. If two persons are really close they would not hesitate rolling it down their cheeks and seeing tears in each other’s eyes, hold other very near and openly let out.

I like simplicity but not in everything. I want my life celebrations to be grandeur.

Sometimes “thank you” may not be worthy enough  to repay what you have received and “sorry” may not compensate what you have committed but let there be a use of these telling to inner self of the appreciations and the abandonments.

Wonder, if want both happiness and its antonym come to me in installments rather than in lump sum. If I have a box of my favourite sweets I may have 2 or 3 in one go but when it comes to eating  the last piece, I will take small nibbles and enjoy every bite. I may go for tiny long hurts instead of an incidence that would leave a deep scar or crippled. ( a post, published but still not sure of the content)

Often when a thought that moves me comes to my mind I try to form it into a lengthy prose or compose a poem but do not succeed fully may be because it is just a thought statement full of meaning in itself just like this one which conveys everything by itself.

REACHING OUT

My hand goes reaching out for others

Sometimes to help or for one

The problems can be heard

But how can another know what had been gone through?

Forgiveness is a blessing

But the mind cannot stop recalling

Can the situation be wearier than this?

We hope not to encounter it

But will be forced to face

Why do I wake up late? Or fail to realize

It should had been easy to rise up and pull up the fallen folk

Will it suffice if only my job is done?

Solving the own issues consumes a lot of me

From where do I muster for remaining?

But then the need is felt calling aloud

SUM UP:

       We give a helping hand to others; we need one at some point or another; if we don’t get one which declares, ‘hold it’/’grab it’ then we have to do it for ourselves. Although we say our mind to “shut up” we cannot totally stop recollecting the bitter incidences. We sometimes think, there cannot be a situation difficult than the one in particular but other moment, life poses a bigger challenge before us. Thus proving us wrong.  Proving, fulfilling, shouldering, gathering, compromising, settling, accepting, battling, convincing, consoling, clarifying… are the common things we all do. Some do less of these but for others day goes this way. It is not easy to do these. Then how can you be there for anyone else? Is it that we cannot help others unless we help our own self? Or is it like, side lining our own issues (unanswered questions and hollowness) we must stand up for others; thus finding us and being satisfied that we were of some use to others.?

Illustrations for why things are as they are and the human tendency:

1.     We can never compare one kinda pain with another. We often say “that’s nothing; you should listen to what I have gone through”. But I feel sensitivity and level of tolerance varies among people and if one had to bare the pain of another it would have been impossible. To quote an example, if I have fever I consider it to be most dreadful and say any other illness is perhaps bare able but not this fever and if on some other day I have tooth ache then it becomes frightful. We may sometimes find people crying for silly reasons perhaps this may be due the importance people assign to certain aspect will be different. For instance, if someone is ill treated then better treatment will become an expectation for the individual and when a tiny hurtful thing happens tears begin to roll down. Somebody else may give priority to earning money, being social etc and accordingly the emotions attached changes.

2.     This may sound silly, but conveys the point, when I was walking my way home, late in an evening I had no torch, the road was dark because of power cut and hence no glowing road lights. Some of the houses by the side of the road had no invertors; where as some other houses had one. So the light escaping from their homes lit my way and I managed to reach where I wanted to. It would have been good if all of us had whatever we wished for. But at least by now it must be evident that all in this world are not equally privileged. Some are rich, some poor and others so so (not just in terms of money). To say in another way, all aren’t rich. But shouldn’t we thank heaven because all aren’t poor; else situation would have been pathetic. Someone has more of something, enables us to borrow and to be lead.

3.     At times of great agony, mind begs on whom you have immense faith to show a way out. A few days after which your craving is granted you can see your mind again plotting and asking for more. Then remember, you were blessed with what once you thought was very difficult to cross and greatest gift you could get. Now why anything else and why ask for more.

(I WILL ADD MORE AS I COME UPON)

Emerald - Wonderful Tree

Very different can be the fate of alike stuffs

A seed can either be eaten, infested, germinate or lose its identity among the lot

But a seed was chosen to grow

All of which didn’t come as free

At first it was decided if the seed was a good one

To preserve, it was dried under the burning sun

Then a fertile land was chosen

A child in mother’s womb they say will share her traits

Seed cannot take root in every soil

For sure together they will prosper

Some water was poured some manure and more

When it sprout amazed others that finally it has come to life

The efforts after all didn’t go in vain

Through its branches and leaves it said what it could be

To save it fencing was secure

It grew inch by inch, year after year

To give the fruits, wood, shelter and shade that was desire

Sticking to its roots with its branches tall and high

It simply lived

Enlightening, evergreen, eternal, enchanting, egoless,

Emerald

What a wonderful tree an exclaim 

SUM UP:

This piece is a story of a tree; which I have named Emerald. It’s compared to humans. Had read, that we are here to take up the task which is meant exclusively for us. I feel it’s true to certain extent that is why all are not doctors or engineers or the bankers or in government services. Just like the trees bearing different fruits. You need to have something in you to be someone. Schooling just makes you fit into the category that is why those who preserved forcefully aren’t say “good” doctors, “great” teachers etc. If the seed was to grow into a tree it had to face many hardships. This holds good to us whose path to ultimate goal is full of difficulty and obstacles. Traveling in the road requires not only patience and perseverance on our part but also willingness of others to see us rise against the odds. As the statement goes there is an end to every fairy tale. Just like a seed, the tree which stood for years will have its own fate it may reach our living rooms as furniture, could be carved out into some sculpture or structure or become a fossil… thus completing a cycle. We can draw many things from tree to us. It is enlightening under which many obtained salvation; worth will be our living if we can guide not only us but others through the teachings we have met in whatever way may be.   It is evergreen, full of life. It is eternal as it has its existence in a way or another if decays it would be in soil else in a different shape. It is captivating, and sharing with everyone. A priceless gem emerald.

BEYOND ORDINARY

THESE ARE NO ORDINARY RAINS

BUT NECTAR FROM THE HEAVEN

LIFE GIVING

IN WHICH REJOICES EVEN THE INHUMANE

THERE ARE NO ORDINARY SUN RISES

BUT AURA OF THE CELESTIAL

BRIGHTINING                

RISING EVEN THOUGH DARKNESS IS IN REIGN

THERE ARE NO ORDINARY LAND

BUT EQUANIMOUS UNMOVEN

SPECTATING

BEARER NOT BARREN

THERE ARE NO ORDINARY AIR

BUT ENERGISING ETHEREAL

 SOOTHING

FROM WHICH IS THE FLOVOUR, FRAGRANCE, THINGS AS THEY APPEAR

THE SKY ABOVE IS NO ORDINARY

BUT A MARVEL MYSTERY

SPREADING

CHANGING TO THE BEAUTIFUL BY THE CLOUDS, SEASONS AND BY WHAT IS INNATE

 NEVERTHELESS TINY FRAGMENT

HOW CAN WE BE ORDINARY

WHO JUST NOT FINDS THESE OUT OF HIM

BUT  HAS THE ELEMENTS DEEP WITHIN.    

 

Sum up:

The nature is so power packed. When it rains, brown dry and dead earth turns to green making something we considered dead come to life, the creatures that longed for rains quench their thirst and turn happy.  The day may be cloudy but still there will be a sunrise. Despite who rules the universe there will be sunrise every day. The land is like a silent spectator even the desert has something bountiful in it. When we breathe it is said that we just not inhale the air but the energy.  It is comforting and gives perception. Whereas the sky is spreading in the sense, endless like life, it is difficult to trace the starting and the finishing points.  We are still to know the mysteries of life. Ultimately all of our lives will have to change to something beautiful.  This change may be because of the clouds i.e.  difficult circumstances in our life which someday brings our best to forth or the good changes may take place because of seasons i.e. naturally in the course of time or by what we are born for. The change will definitely happen. How have these got the potentiality? How has it been successful in abiding by the rules? It is amazing.

In short the five elements the water, fire, earth, air and the sky are out of the ordinary. These are not the externalities but our composition so even we are of similar attribute and as strong as these forces of nature.

  

Mother... (A wish on mother's day)

My Mother is like nature truly pristine

She is an angel purely divine

She comforts, prays and cares

My gratitude to my mom is very scarce because of my shortcoming, her sacrifices I am not always aware

Hoping and wishing her a long and a happy life

Mothers are always same, never expecting anything in return for what she has given

WHY AND WHAT THE BLOG NAME MEANS

Blogging is such a wonderful thing to do. I didn’t know it is so easy till my friend told me. My father who had read one or two of my articles in the college magazine insisted me to continue writing, although he doesn’t know anything about blogging. Through this let me narrate what I am learning in life and would love to hear what you think about the posts and also your experiences. So let us share our thoughts and know more about LIFE thus in a way Living It to Fullest Extent.

We often fail to discover the goodness in the things which we have and the people around us and when we find it out we will soon realize that our life is a ‘HIDDEN EDEN’. (so the name of the blog)