Memorable Rose

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He sits and swings, back and forth slowly
His eyes staring straight at a picture nearby.
In his hands he held, a bright red rose
And tears of sorrow running down his nose. 

Slowly as he continues to adore the picture,
A glimpse of smile covers his face.
Grandmother holding him by his arms, stand on his birthday
Eyes filled with love and words full of blessings.

Thoughts filled with memories fired through his brain.
He remembered the message she whispered in his ear on that birthday
“Your life is like a rose and its petals are your family and friends you adore,
some petals will fall but do not ever mourn because it’s the thorns that will
shape you in every form.” 

And now every encounter with a rose brings back,
Precious memories buried in his mind but never forgotten.
He pulls it out time to time to remember the days
When grandmother loved him and he loved her even more. 

PS: Even though his grandmother left years ago but he feels her presence
every moment of his life. 

It is another collaboration with a wonderful artist Aditi. I am glad to connect with her on WP and even more happy to have a friend like her in my life. Do check out her blog and I can guarantee you will not be disappointed. Her artwork is a great inspiration and I am always happy to give words and feelings to her paintings.


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Our body withers away with time and
wrinkles will conquer our skin. Do not
be frighten as you age and your body
change because the body will slowly
fade but the soul keeps on marching.
The soul that develops through your
eyes everyday by capturing all your
experiences moment by moment.
Sometimes it is the eye of the oldest
people that are the deepest, holding
the wisdom. Their eyes are like an
ocean of knowledge that we want to
drown in.

I would like to thank Aditi for letting me use one of her artwork. This piece of work was a great inspiration that gave me the thought to be able to write these few lines. She is a wonderful artist whose work I always enjoy. Do take a look at her blog if you have not done so already. The fact that she makes amazing things out of ordinary material is truly worth the praise.



As the sun shines it’s rays on his house
and morning coffee is brewing slowly,
he came upto his father,
looking at his face with all his focus,
ears begging to hear the response
and he asked,
“Papa, your silence
speaks of a story.”
He glances over and replies calmly,
“I am the garden, my boy.
Filled with variety of flowers,
grown by light and rain;
stomped by shoes of pain.
My silence speaks of how
my words have been misunderstood multitude of times;
let others mute my voice;
so now I only speak when needed because
the more I learn, the less I speak.”

Hello everyone, I hope everybody is doing well. Just back from a month long vacation so the blog will be alive now and will try to post as frequently as I can. This post was done in a collaboration with another blogging friend Nimmi. It really shows how a simple conversation can turn into a meaningful talk, which I am sure we all have experienced at some point in our life.

Unanswered Questions

I will tell you all about it
Next time, maybe
You are too young right now
Wait for the next time
I will handle the situation better
You next time
Their child kept sliding further away
Leaving the mountain of fake promises
Silence filled the space between them.

The Child keeps waiting and waiting
For the next time to come,
Suppressing the urge to know
Deep within his/her heart.
They let them drown in the ocean of confusion.
They let their soul burn in the fire of a wait.
They soak their pillows with tears of sadness.
One day, when their bones could not bear the weight of confusion and
Their brain exploded from the headache of unanswered questions.
That day, they said to themselves that
They will not leave another question unanswered
But satisfy their hunger on their own.
Next time for sure.

Let them fly

There comes a time when you have to
Let your kids go and let them face the reality
Just like a baby bird will have to
Leave the nest and learn to fly on its own.

You cannot make their decisions for them
And you cannot expect them to return.
However, you can hope that
Their path of life is filled with happiness
Due to the lessons you have taught them
Before letting them march their own journey.

Organ(ic) Love

I am starting another section in which I am going to put all the post I have collaboratively worked with a best friend of mine (Nimmi) over the last week or so. I hope you will like it. Some of you may have already read few pieces on her blog. We recently decided to put it on my blog as well.  


If you ever wish to love me
Don’t ever love me with your heart, my love
Because I don’t want memories of mine
To thump through you in a beat

If you ever wish to love me
Then love me with your lungs, my love
Because, with every breath you take in
You infuse our love with more oxygen
Giving it a reason to live for another moment

If you ever wish to love me
Then love me with your spleen, my love
Because you may not be able to understand
How or why everything between us works but
You know that I am an important part of your life

If you ever wish to love me
Then love me with my wounded skin, my love
Because not all wounds will heal with time
And not all scars you will be able to see
But your willingness to accept me unchanged will soothe the pain.

Time For A New Start


It’s never too late to start anything new
I say, it’s early to be whoever you want to be
There is no time limit, there are no rules
You can stop where ever you want to
And you can change the same too
It’s up to us to make the best or the worst of it
It’s up to us to feel it or leave it
It’s up to us to meet new people and treat them well
It’s up to us to live a proud life
If these all won’t happen, then
We must have the courage to start all over again.

Your happiness is my happiness

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Whenever my life feels so empty
When time goes so wrong
I know where I have to go
And whom I have to hold on

When, I wonder about things
When life makes no sense
A word and a smile from you
Will turn everything into true

Whenever a problem appears
When I’m down in the dumps
I know whom I have to depend on
Who makes me smile by changing fawn

That’s special person is you my friend
Your presence makes me smile
Brighten my every minute, days and year
Cause, you are so near

Sometimes I find it hard to describe
The feelings which we share
Something which can’t be erased
But have to be embraced

For you are the body
And I’m your shadow
Forever that will be
That’s why you complete me…