Ode to a Friend

I shall stop here
Just for a little while
In shimmering lights
And quiet shades of you

I shall find my way
Among pebbles of smiles
In the purple glow
Of your memories

I shall fill my soul
With million more miles
Of our green meanderings
Now mellow and sweet

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My Note

My song, you sang
My lines, you walked

My hand, you warmed
My smile, you played

My dance, you moved
My laughter, you echoed

My heart, you stole
My mind, you haunt

My story, you wrote
My note, you lost

I Hope It Rains

 

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Bang! The door slammed hard. It’s the dust storm again. I left the back door open for some cool air to come in. I quickly closed the door and bolted it.

It’s that time of the year in my part of the world. It’s merry May. Summer has just begun. The sun is bright and the day hot. The heat is beginning to trouble you.  And then the bright and sunny day suddenly turns all gloomy and you hear thunder rolling. Such loud empty sound it makes. How deceiving it could get. For all you get is sudden dusty, stormy wind with no rain. Just few drops of rain, as if to tease you, fall on your eyes as you look up the dark clouds that loom large and dangerous over tall concrete buildings all around.

Every time the day wears a cloudy sky, I hope it rains. I never stop hoping or waiting for the rain. Every time the dust storm hits, I rush to look out for the rain. Rain or no rain, I love to look out through the window pane to watch the storm whirls fast and blows everything in the wrong direction and topples whatever it could on its way. The sight is riveting. I stand in awe as I watch the strong winds twist and bend my potted plants in the balcony, the flowers almost touching the ground. Sometimes the flower pots fall, and I hurry to their rescue.

Always, after the wind and rain, the plants are back up straight, the flowers unbroken. The plants look greener and even better, with no trace of the twists and turns the storm caused.  How beautiful!

Such is life. It never really is easy or smooth all the way. When trouble comes, the storm of life comes rolling like the waves of the Black Sea. Sometimes you are blown in the wrong direction. Sometimes you turn in all directions, but you are unable to get it all straight. Sometimes you fall. Sometimes you bend. Sometimes it is all gloomy and dark. You can hardly see a thing. You are blinded by all the tumults around you. Sometimes, things go wrong and bad things happen when you least expect them. But nothing on earth last forever. The storm cannot last. It stops in a little while. With the storm came the rain. After the rain, the plants are greener and they grow faster. The flowers bloom brighter and prettier.

Sometimes nothing goes the way you plan. But things happen as you move along with the flow. Some good things happen without you planning or dreaming of them. They just happen. Bad times may break you down, but they teach you to bend; they shape you and sharpen you strong and beautiful. So, come rain or shine, the good, the bad, or the ugly, what could be better than what makes you better…

All Things Simple and Beautiful

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The delightful bunch of freshly picked little white flowers sits pretty on the smooth brown wooden table. The setting is white. It is simple. It is beautiful. The white soft cushions on the lean white seat spot small olive green patterns that match the evergreen leaves among the flowers. The light flimsy curtains fall gracefully and move gently as the cool summer breeze blows through the long wide window that opens out to the greens outside. Inside, you can see nothing more, just less and a little bit lesser. If the white bare walls could speak, the word is ‘Simplicity’. And I feel bliss, I feel pretty inside. This is my home. After all, home is where you live joyously simple, yet beautiful.  It is where your heart and mind rest easy and blissful. It is spring clean and fresh. It is where you feel good, happy and at peace.

In fact, a beautiful home speaks love. As the great saying goes, ‘Home is where the heart is,’ it is truly a matter of the heart. Hence, making of a beautiful house is like cooking up a lovely dish from the heart. A dish cooked with love, seasoned with love and garnished with love always taste better than the same dish cooked for the sake of it. Likewise, setting a house and doing up a place is a big labour of love. Every bit of the house has that special touch and feel. You have to feel the love to feel good.  Flowers are not just put in a vase, but they are arranged artistically in just the way you want and placed in the right place. Wall hangings, curios, or books neatly stacked or placed in a particular manner in some place or corner draw your attention. All the colours in the house either blend or complement each other.  Every small or big thing in the house has a special place or corner.  And no matter how big or small the house is, the labour of love always makes it beautiful and draws one to come home to.  Love draws. One is always looking for love and is drawn, where there is love.

Many live in big houses and mansions. Some live in castles or palace-like place. Many dream of owning or living in beautiful houses. Given the choice, many would love to possess the best house, buy the best of home furniture and have the best décor one could think of—filled with all those exotic and expensive things one could set eyes on. And how often we see these beautifully designed houses with expensive interiors, but people living in them do not feel quite at home or little do they find comfort and happiness in them.

Many times we end up buying too much and having too many things in the house, or buying the wrong set of furniture or needless things. At times we pick up things for the house not because we need them, but because they look good and we want to have them.  But often all the things that we have and display in the house with such pride and sense of ownership create no harmony, but clutter and chaos of colours.

There is, however, always a way out in the chaos. In the chaos, we look for peace and quiet. And peace and quiet can only be found in simple living-few things, simple things, simple colours and the style is simple. Just think of the few places that gives you positive vibes and easy feeling. Some place just gives you that happy and restful feeling. Such a place is bereft of clutters, lean of things and has less mix of colours. Hence, every time we narrow down, we find the answer in simplicity. After all, as Leonardo da Vinci wrote, ‘Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication,’ simplicity speaks elegance and beauty.

Surely, I believe in simple and pretty things. And I believe in the beauty of simple things.

Summer Night

I remember a starlit dream

One sultry summer night

I was flying in the dark sky

My wings in sterling green ferns

Drenched in fresh forest dew

 

I flew higher and higher

In golden and silver swirls

Spinning my way glorious

Among the stars and moon

To Mars and back to Venus

 

And my wings changed colours

From autumn bliss and splendor

To winter yellow and warmth

And springtime love and joy

To carefree summer delights

 

Swiftly I drifted in harmony

To the rhythm of the universe

And I fluttered drizzles.

By Jove! Truly it rained

That summer night