Sour Nothings Of A Sweet Life

We consider some things that do not really matter as problems.Wake up in the morning thinking about them,spend the day finding solutions and then go to bed with nothing.And we are up again the next day,more obsessed and more upset.Finally one fine sunrise realize it was not worth the attention and spend some more time in regret.We do not know what we want,nobody will know better either.Why is it so tough to prioritize little things,big things and everything?

We have enough time to do all that we want to but still end up complaining the lack.When there is enough life thyself and around,we still feel that 'something' missing.Refresh buttons bring back memories,but not many dare to put that one step back and live while keeping a hundred ahead.Why do moments fail to last a life?


We need big reasons to let out that simple smile.'Hello' is just a greet on the phone.Emotions are left diluted and unexpressed,relationships blurred and orphaned.'Sorry,Please,Thank you' where more than a matter of courtesy once upon a time,now do we really mean it when we use them?The world is difficult to accept as it is,every fish loves his bowl more than the ocean.Contentment now equals compromise.Ego suffers and so do we.Why do we forget to count our blessings?

We forget where,how and why we are heading to,in the middle of the road we dared and chose!Go blank and jump back to square one and often fail to make that new start again.It is easy to give up and live in still waters until it starts to stink.Why do we have to make mistakes,suffer and learn?


There are many questions which are beyond our capabilities to answer,and more exist which we do not realize and invariably spend life just because we have to;the same big gift we all have,and that we fail to use well.

"We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them."-Einstein

         A New Leaf

A land ungreen with little hope lay

Where no one dared to enter or stay

Deep ground were hidden seeds a few

Out one bright day was a leaf new

Questions many,battles more to fight 

Up here was a life's tree soon to sight

-Raksha

Invisible Light

I am standing here in the dark, alone like every day and waiting for Uncle near this toy shop in the corner, a ten feet ahead and five feet to the right from my work place. He seems to be late today; he has to pick all my friends on his way and the rain is turning into a downpour.The winds are blowing through the tiny and big holes in my brown frock, there are exactly six.As the icy air brushes past my skin, I can feel the cold and count them.I am glad that they are nothing like my dreams, in either size or number.I did ask Uncle to buy me a new one many a times; he says he will not until I earn more. I think he will be happy seeing my bowl today and get me one, now that I hear some extra tinkles I made during the day.No one wishes to sees this joy on my face; I cannot look at it or the people either.I stand here alone, feeling happy with hope.

The drops of rain are kissing the ground, I wish I could step my feet happy and ahead without this stick, open my arms wide and lift my head high dancing under the sky, if only I could walk home by myself without having to count my steps and fall.I wish I could just see the doll behind the glass pane of this shop before the little girl on the road who is asking her father for it takes it home.I want to see the coins I earn.I want to read books and learn.I want to see colours prettier than black. I want to see the day and night that I feel.I want to see the bird fly high.I want to have all the fun.I want to...

There are so many things I want to do...

Only if everything stopped being in the dark.He could have given me at least one, not if two; at least a little if not more.I do think and cry often, but I am unshaken.I ask none for help, all I ask God is to make me as imperceptible as the world fast and help me fly towards my life that I desire to make on my own, make me unseen like the rest and yet be a special for myself.I do not know if he will ever make my little prayers come true.If he can make all the things of my life invisible, let him make me too whenever I want to be so!

Then I will sway with winds but never get lost,I will be the song every bird sings, I will fall like the drizzle drops but never get hurt,I will have some stars of the sky in my bowl,I will be the light of the world more than I wish to see,I will give more than I can live and love more than my heart can own.

It takes more to be a human than to own two legs and two hands

I want no three grants,no treasure,no fairy dust,no magic wands

All I wish is one life to live,breath,make, smile, feel and see

There are many things INVISIBLE more than the world in me!

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Regards 

Raksha

Footprint In A Dream

A man of impulse, he sat there with his back brushing the hazy fog covering the twilight.He had reached this part of the world not because he was a wanderer.He had an inquisitive mind, a beating heart and a child’s soul which craved to see the best of the world.He was not extraordinary, a man like the rest with his share of strengths and weaknesses.He made mistakes and rose out of regrets and learnt his lessons.He was thankful for all the good which came his way.

And now he was here in the company of his thoughts.The weather was wonderful, sunrise had just begun and birds jolly flew past his eyes.He knew it was the time to walk along, he stood up and looked down from the cliff at the far lands which was every man’s home and where there was plenty of space to do everything , where he grew up and he belonged.He only wished if everything again worked in rhythm along with the tunes of nature.He knew of what he could do.Standing here alone he dared and put his step forward to ravel this hidden other part of the world and began his journey.

He did not want to run away, monotony or boredom did not disturb him.He lived where he had to, he climbing up the ladder and learnt the rules to survive in the corners of this sphere.But now was the moment when he wholeheartedly wanted to surrender himself to his unfulfilled desires,he was compelled with ease to defend his right to find happiness.So he walked along the narrow paths,singing and clapping.He observed everything around him,the way the leaves move,the colours of the buds which bloom,the amber winged butterflies,the roars and cry,the life that the streams of water bring.A perfect and balanced life,he loved the harmony.But there was so much to do,so much to learn,so much to heal and set right.

He walked ahead on the road made by men of his like, sometimes he had to make his own.He did.And whatever he did, it brought mostly joy.There were times when he felt lost and did not know where to look, but he fought with passion and he won.He knows it is a great mission of its own kind and very difficult, but nothing feels better than living his dream.He is not a soldier, he fights his inner battles and those of the outer world.He fears some, he conquers some.

His thoughts spring out of a naive familiarity with life, his imaginations blend with a strange reality.He knows he owns an enduring power to love and better himself .His instincts give him all the praise and encouragement, so do his people around.He loves his home and when he comes back later to rest he knows to share what he has earned and learnt; he knows he can give some rare gifts of satisfaction, love and compassion. And he realizes tomorrow with the same zest he can explore and gain more.

He dreams not of a destiny, he desires to travel a journey along which he can grow his strengths of his character and gain the freedom to be himself. He now knows he is not alone, not different but blessed with something called LIFE.

He smiled.I woke up....

PS: After two sleepless nights I chanced upon this man in a dream during an hour long noon nap today,mystic yet real.l do not know why he stepped in,all I realized when I woke up was that I know him!:)

-Raksha