As a gift...

My blossom! Did the raindrops affix
Kisses on your cheeks?
Did you hear the chirping of a bird
As nectar, in your ears?
Condensation of a flaxen dream,
Is caressing me unknowingly;
An agony called love is glowing
Unextinct inside your heart.
A refrain, emanated from a violin
Dulcify the distressed spirit.

You have become my music;
In each word of that lyric.
A thousand tinges I see
In your endearing look.
When you clasp me to your bosom
Like the life of your life,
Nights are becoming a night
And flowers turn to a real flower.


Aren’t you the blossom of my heart?
Aren’t you the cloying memory of my life?

With unheard foot steps,
Without the awareness of the
Witnessing starlets in heaven,
Untouched, by the caressing haze
On your eyelashes,
Without shedding, even a pearl from
Your enchanting lips, a word,
On your way to my side;
Unobstructed by the entwining wines
Sodden with the morning dew on the path…

Will you come to me in a chariot of rain petals,
With the tinkling coquetry of your bangles?
As a gift in a platter of feathers, for a moment,
To enrich my eternal reminiscences

Life is a gift…Accept it.

Everything in this universe is related to everything else. The smallest blade of grass, to the greatest star, millions of light years away have got some kind of relation. All are functioning in tact. When we are born into this world we are like unpolished raw diamonds. Our life in this world, make the sheen, sparkle, value, color, and beauty to it. A life time is not merely long enough to understand what goes on behind it and what it is all about. Whatever we gather in this journey, are all gifts from unknown sources, unknowingly.

‘Man is a kind of doll, brought into the world, without a will of his own, and from birth onwards driven hither and thither, coaxed and beaten, pinned down and stretched out, by his set of circumstances to form of him whatever the blind fancy of circumstances has in mind, till the moment he draws his last breath, after circumstances have finished with him, to pass into oblivion. It is all a sordid joke of matter triumphing over the mind!’

“Life, magic life, never stands still though its pace slows down for a while. And when fate seems hardly to lift a finger for five or ten years, she seldom allows us this, respite out of kindness of heart, but it is moved as a rule by sheer wantonness. All of a sudden, frequently without warning, she flings us back into the vortex and at a moment’s notice life surges wild and turbulent once more” (Alfred Neumann.)

Do we have a say in this experience? Helpless we are! We cannot resent, rebel, repulse or struggle against it. The pain, the grief, the anguish, the worry nothing will settle it right. And finally we accept - we can do nothing against it. Like a stalk yielding and swaying in the wind, we condescend. The very submission and acceptance to all that happens with us, make us more confident. That is accepting the inevitable!

Our whole focus will change. Our consciousness becomes settled. Our life patterns change. The mind is really at peace, surpassing all understanding and all misunderstanding. Then we start counting our blessings. Nothing can perturb us, or make us weary.

“I’m only a spark, make me a fire;
I’m only a string, make me a lyre;
I’m only an ant-hill, make me a mountain;
I’m only a feather, make me a wing;
I’m only a rag, make me a king.”
(Amado Nervo. Mexico)

That should be our wish, to make this gift worthwhile.