Sometimes they forget that I have feelings and dreams of my own!… Life cant be forced upon!
My hand always held tight,
clutching on to hers…
even while walking,
across the well known paths.
Fearing if I let go,
I may slip off.
Fearing if I let go,
I may get lost.
Holding her hand
as if I may fall
I grew up to walk my
own paths of life.
Now, I still hold her hand
not that Im scared,
but once I was a child
and she my mother.
Now that she aged
she is in a way,
returning to a child
and now its my turn
to guide her on!
With prayers in my heart
we move her on
God! bless her,
my dear mother!
Each breath is
the moment of life
the one that you still have
the one that you still live
Rest is all hopes…
to wake up the next day,
to take in the next breath,
to see you again later.
Thats what life is –
A cruel joke…
one instance may give you
and the other may take off
There is nothing we can do
live it to the full and
give it all possible shots
for there is no way
to walk back
to the moments
you once had
Its been a while since something of mine made up in my homepage….
Moving on with the flow heres a small piece of poetry…
Standing at the foot of the hill
Wondering what lyes beyond
My mind is growing excited but
my body is scared to go on
It might be cruel out there
I might get torn into pieces
but my dreams are pushing from within
“go out there to turn them real!”
My inner self is determined to move
but a voice from the back of my head
“its not safe out there.. you don’t know the world as it is”
The two voices within…
I closed my eyes to determine
then opened them with all faith
I believe in me and my dream
the rest is up to God.
If I don’t move forward
Sometime I might regret…
Walking across the youth
I could only watch when,
children my age circled around
the joys of life,
the vibrancy of adolescence;
I was destined to
stand under the blazing sun,
long hours passing as,
hands pained against the hard metals
When the rest of the world adorned their hands
with technologies and luxuries,
my hands clutched into drills and hammers.
No complains and no regrets but,
only prayers that my siblings
get the life I wished for..
The sun passing to take its rest
but my time continues
as long as mind and body stay up
rest is on the other side of my world!
The day took off
lazy and cloudy,
closed within the walls of home
and closed within the doors of mind
I sat watching;
as the small drops stained my clear windows
my thoughts drifted to some earlier days
when the rain used to be a joy
during my teens I had once
when this used to be the most awaited
to be with my love,
to play with my mates,
to spend the indoors with family but,
gone are those days.
When life gave way to old age
everything seems like a moist memory
the rain is gaining force
and its time I get myself coffee
as of before my body can’t stand the cold!
when my mind got foggy…… !!!
There are some emotions…
closed and locked,
the feelings that live in you
and the feelings that make you live
howsoever strong you are or
howsoever rude you behave
each man may have it for other
for the one he feels close to his heart
it might be held covered within you
it might be trapped within the walls of your heart
but when the time comes,
it breaks out of you with all might
you might never know…
A fine morning zooms in with the birds chirping and the dew dripping, little animals getting ready to find their feed and the clouds giving way for a better view of the sky…
I was getting ready to start a new day, humming a tone of a classic song I was checking if my bags were packed well and that nothing was left behind. Till today I haven’t stayed away from home but it seems now is the time for the bird to leave its nest. Born to a middle class family there wasn’t anything thrilling in my life till now. My father Mr. Ashok Rajender is a clerk and my mother Mrs. Sreedevi Rajender is a house wife. I walked to the visiting room where my father was sitting in his old chair and reading his favorite newspaper with the block shaped spectacles on his eyes. He was too deep in the news that he didn’t hear me approach, I walked up to him and touched his feet(its a way of showing respect and seeking blessings from the elder).
“May God bless!”, my father said touching my head,
“Is everything packed?, you haven’t left out anything right?, Don’t forget that you are leaving miles away from home and will take a while until you can come here… so, make sure you have taken everything”, He said.
My mother was filling the table with lots of food specially because I’m leaving for college, well I forgot to say you that I’ve got admission for engineering at Imperial College of Engineering (ICE), Delhi. My home place is Maharashtra. Good news right!
We had breakfast together and dad got ready to take me to the railway station. My mother blessed me and prayed to God for all success and said she had kept two jars of pickled in the red bag and gave me a hug and left me before the tears that were filling her eyes fell down, I kissed her forehead and asked her to take care.
After putting all the baggage in the car, we both got in, dad drove while I was trying to capture the beauty of my village in my heart…
(to be continued….)
The busy life of a city,and the overheads of a software developer were driving my life as if some one had pre-programmed my whole life and my body was doing everything by itself without even consulting what my mind wished for. Every day started with the hustles of getting ready and gobbling up the breakfast(mostly) and fitting on to me the executive looks, making sure that i have taken my laptop, files, cell-phone, spectacles, id card and car keys and running out to get stuck in the heavy traffic and spending hours in it while the sounds of the city pained my head…
Just in time to my cabin and then sitting with my eyes glued to my computer and thinking of the different possibilities to code up and then the eve comes up my sometimes extra schedule may run in to the night though my work hours are till evening, and once its over rushing back home to sit in front of the television and have dinner and fall in to the bed to wake up again next day to continue my rituals.
One day when the work ended up pretty early i thought of having some time for myself. I was walking over the streets like a free bird just wandering to warm up its wings and sat down when i found an empty bench by the tree…
As I closed my eyes, a cool breeze brushed over my face and I opened my eyes to see the beauty of the park I was in, the trees were waving in the wind as if they were dancing rhythmically to the breeze’s song, while the trees were losing their leaves one by one, they seem to be holding back their pain for the joy of the world. What do we consider them, a tree something which we have had given much value once when we were at school and the teacher read to us about the stories of the trees getting down, how sad we might have felt, I still remembered crying when my mother cut down a banana leaf to serve us sadya(south indians usually eat their food over banana leaves than plates) over it.
But now, life seems to get too reserved that you barely think of the people who love you let alone the nature… The nature also have got life, they breath in, they take in food, they give birth and so, they might also have feelings but none really bothers and nature never complains… They happily serve you with all they have and even after they fall down serve to add up the value of your land.
All these thoughts had me forget my own existence and the place I was in that I lost track of time and only recollected it to know that the night has fallen.. the breeze was still blowing as if they were consoling the trees and plants to forget the past and move on with life. I wish I could sit with those thoughts sometime longer but the guard seems desperate to close the gates, the poor fellow wanted to spend time with his family. He had promised his daughter a new teddy.. I patted his shoulder and said good night, a lucky man he is, he might not sit on the luxuries of life but some things are more beautiful than the riches, its to love and be loved. Cursing myself to have to wake early tomorrow to another routine day, I rushed to my apartment and promised myself to live like a human at least for a while within the 24 hours!
just starting my blog to write up my mind…