One Faith

Sunset like everyday when an old man holding a stick double his height emerged slowly from the turn of the road.He seemed aged yet carried a prevailing semblance like the king of the land.And behind him followed his army whose bells jingled in tune with his familiar voice and song,a peculiar wool like odor filled the air.There were the cream,the black,the white,the brown and the mixed many.They moved in a flock brushing and racing against each other and yet keeping it together.If someone had the eye and the heart to count them they made an exact hundred and seven.And now we all know where the pride on the old man’s face came from.

At the tail end of the big fluff of wool was our not so famous hero, a little extra plump and fair walking in his own pace and looking around.He bothered about everything apart from grass,and today like always something behind the green bush caught his attention.He hopped aside and ran towards it.He did see some life flying there,so he wished he could catch it.Meanwhile his group was moving ahead hoping and knowing that he will join.

Like all the good face some evil now and then,a man on the road was mighty impressed with the old man’s meat and wool.He looked at them with a wicked grin and flaunting his paunch he asked”Care for some trade?You will get more than its worth.Its time I had a good meal,so do we deal?”.The old man replied”Oh well!Sure!Come to my hut down this lane in an hour,the fat and mad one out there in the end running behind the butterfly except  that and the rest of the others,I will have you on my plate soon”.And then the devil fled.

The gang almost reached home and this lost one was definitely out of track.He was getting desperate to find out what was behind the bush but now there was no time to waste.He had to get back home so he pushed the rest of the task for tomorrow.He knew he will be here again.He ran back to the road.”Where do I go? Where did they go? Right? Left? Straight?”he did not wonder even for a second.He walked ahead effortlessly and happy on the perfect road towards what he called his home,his destiny.He did not choose his way; he did not choose to stay.He did not choose his fate.He did not choose anything.The shepherd did.

Always,ONE FAITH is worth more than a million hope.

'The LORD is my shepherd…He makes me lie down in green pastures…He leads me beside quiet waters.'

Regards

Raksha

The Together Tunes

Life is strange; I was told once and so I say today.A special moment awaits when I will be left alone and yet will not have to fear that strange loneliness.I run here looking at the clouds sailing in the sky,I wonder where.Amongst them I dream of my bunting flying high up there.

A smile trickles down my face thinking of all the goodness for him in store.A new day, a new beginning, a new found peace of mind.And for that some no reason I know I can feel and share every second of that life in paradise.An iridescent happiness is spreading in the air thinking of the only beautiful person I always will know and the blessed road he chose ahead.There is so much to do,so much to learn,so he believes and makes me believe.

We met like known strangers and we travel holding one heart all along and live those turning transitions we face now and then. I am thankful that I am growing saner and stronger like him, with him. 

A light no more is anonymous; a life is simply to live for.

And some times like today I feel how wonderful it is to be gifted with that quintessence togetherness.Time.Place.Work.People.We face them all but with an amalgamated substance we have found together for ever .I can ramble on with words which go easy and expressed which will only match a minute part of everything and it all.Bliss it is to have all that you wished for in that one blessing.And nothing feels short when you feel yes LIFE it is!

“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time”-Calvin



Regards
Raksha

My Famous Five

Take 1

Toffees with brother she would always from her heart share

But the little devil  gobbled even her’s which she could not bear

Cried, fought, she ran out of the house and did that small dare

Only to be back in two hours,it was a mad world out there  

Take 2

Cashew nuts and mangoes ripe in the summer heat

With Grandma and the cousins she was out on a fleet

Up she climbed the trees, a beehive was eager to greet

Down on the ground laid her body, a stung piece of meat

Take 3

Time and people slip away from life like a fistful of sand

Left are a few of those little white shells in the hand

Out were on the best trip thirteen gypsies of the band

Wishing for one mad moment again in the Blissful Island.

Take 4

Away from the waters she did stay with strive

Of the blue waves was a little fear left to thrive

Ten years later from a raft she happened to dive

Life has been good ever since she came out alive

Take 5

Jacks and Jills were up on an elephant hill, a mad little trek team

Shoulders for the boulders, hands for the cacti they did lend and gleam

On the way to quench their thirst there was no old well or flowing stream

Top they did reach, sleeping in the clouds in madness they did scream

Final Take!

The best may not be always these few

Every second brings in her a madness new

Moments made are in the heart to sew

Life is indeed beautiful...phew!

-Raksha