An Exhaustive Liberation !

It is enough for me by day ,
To walk under the same bright glare ; 

When soon by night, the roof of stars,

Binds me like a canopy of immense motherly care.

I do not hope to bind the wind --
Or repress the tide of the sea -- 
It is just that, at this juncture of my life,
Let happiness blow by like music over me.”

Those moments of bliss and glee,
Let them stay ,even for just a while,

The charisma of Life, I never wish to flee-

Let me stay as the Lily of the Nile.

Leaving behind the great elements of comfort

At the end of the day, I hope to become the person,

Who can laugh in the face of adversity,

Nothing to make my wholesome smile crackle.

Merrily taking the road less travelled,

I shall wait for my Karma’s mystery to unravel !

An Ode to my Father !

Memories of my father will never fade, they will tug at me from time to time. Some cherished memories of him , I share here :

He was a perfectionist, in whatever task he undertook. He taught me to fold a simple page in such a way so that none of the corners protruded out unevenly.

Dad kept a lamp next to his bed not so much for reading, but to fix a fallen screw out of spectacles  with the tiniest screwdriver.

Today , I playback very memorable incidents from my childhood where in his extended family ,he was nicknamed ‘ Dande Wale Uncle ‘ as he wielded an army baton. His one call meant, we had to give an abrupt answer and get ready to fulfil the task assigned to us.

From that stern man in his youth, he mellowed down to be a man having the most amiable and adaptable heart.

To me, his daughter, he was receptive and responsible for finding ready solutions to any of the most perplexed problems, pondering over it and finding a ready solution with alacrity. On the other hand, he respected my choices and viewpoints too and accepted them if he thought them to be a good suggestion.

In my need to write at this time, I know his memories will always be beautifully woven into the depth of my life and it was his one dream that all his children and grandchildren should live up to their fullest potential.

My dad always said that money and material things may be important, but love towards family was what created and sustained happiness.

I love you, Dad !

REFLECTION ON LIFE AND THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE !

"second half of a man's life is made up of nothing but the habits he has accumulated during the first half.”

Times have changed. When we look back on our youth, depending on who you ask, times were either easier or more difficult.

Things that once gave us a lot of joy staying up late or even sharing with others are not seen the same way. Throw in the lightning fast advancement in technology, how we live and how we interact with others has completely changed.

Experimenting with Life processes, encountering its pitfalls, now I aspire to find my own comfort zones. The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up the eighth time. For me taking confrontation in life is inevitable , defeat is not even an option.  

I am what I am and say what I feel, because those who mind did not matter to me and those who mattered, really did not mind. There is no point in me pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that I am not prepared as yet. The challenge will not wait. My esprit , my vigor , will not buckle. My Life keeps unfolding a new page and I will  never look back . 

एक ऊँची उड़ान ! A quantum leap !

हम अपनी कायनात को किस तरह रोशन करें ,

यही अल्लाह से दुआ मांगते हैं ,

रंजिश ही सही ,हम उसे भी गले लगाते हैं ||

बेइन्तहां जो इस ज़िन्दगी  से प्यार करे,

उसकी  रूह जैसे जिस्म से निकलकर कह रही हो,

सम्भालो अपने को,  इस दोराहे पर क्यों खड़ी हो ,

इस दूसरी ज़िन्दगी को अपना लो,

जाने न दो , अपने हाथ फैला लो |

जो हमें अपने लक्ष्य को प्राप्त करने के लिए हमसे रूहानी करे ,

हमें जरूरत है ऐसे  चुनौतीपूर्ण उत्साह की, अब हम क्यो डरें ?