The Unknown Path

You see miracles, when you walk through nature ______________

I went out for my morning walk,
Sharp at seven today.
The crisp cool wind swept my hair;
As I went my way.

Squirrels scuttered, birds sang,
Trees waved in the breeze.
Happy clouds floated by;
Nature seemed so pleased.

I loved each moment of the morn,
Strolling through the woods.
The lonely path beckoned me;
It felt so calm and good.

I went along the lonely stretch,
Sceptical of the unknown.
The unknown soon became so dear,
That solitude became a boon.

“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.”

Vincent van Gogh
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Sickness

Patience brings rewards.

When you’re down and when you’re out,
You feel like dying and want to shout.
You want to run but you’re sick in bed;
From green to yellow, now lights are red.

Rest for a while, sport a false smile;
Taste of life, sometimes seems like bile.
But tarry a while and things will turn;
Once more your life, will seem like fun.

Happiness, sadness, dark and light;
Laughter, tears, friendship, fight,
Everything follows an eternal cycle,
Life’s experiences test your mettle.

Get through it with flying colours;
Happiness can’t be bought with dollars.
When things seem tough wait a while;
Then win the world, with a genuine smile.

JOY IS FREE

'Real happinesss is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit'
Hosea Balou
Happiness is enjoying little things in life.

We look for happiness here and there,

       In crowds , solitude, everywhere.

We search for it in lessons learnt,

     Our trials leave, no stone unturned.

Not knowing what we really need,

     Endlessly we fulfill our greed.

But, happiness lies in little things,

    Kindness, smiles and sweet nothings.

A merry morning, or summer rain,

   Fills us with peace and leaves no pain.

So look for joy in birds and trees

For, good things in life are always free.

Happiness is the best make up.
Drew Barrymore.

HOMAGE TO THE NOBLE SOULS

“The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.”
Plutarch

      

The mind is eternal;
And lives forever…..
For the thoughts it gave birth to
When it was alive.

Great people leave their impressions,
In the minds of others.
For their goodness,
For their uniqueness.

Even when they leave their body;
People bow down to them,
Of their own free will.
Respect automatically flows.

It’s thoughts, and the deeds….
Which are the outcome of the thoughts,
That make up our lives.
Which ends with a bang or a hiss.

Losing a great mind;
Is a loss to humanity.
I bow down to such mind,s
And pray for everlasting peace of their  souls.

“And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.”
John Keats

Average Superwoman

Stress is a serial killer

She woke up early;
She slept so late,
Anyhow, she finished her plate.
She ate leftovers;
She gobbled them down,
Saving each penny,
Saving each crown.
She saved everything,
For a better life.
She was busy each day,
Her life was a strife.

She worked at home;
She worked outside,
Life’s journey was a bumpy ride.
She washed dishes;
She fulfilled wishes,
Office was a stress;
Home was a mess.
She lost her health,
On her health her wealth.
And the better days;
Found better ways,
To elude her,
Till the end of her life.

Simply bloom. Live life now.

Questions That Arise

Faith restores peace.

Why do the corrupt pray so hard?
Why do they thrive if they are bad?
Why do the good, even if they pray,
Hardly ever find their way ?
Why are the kind thought to be weak?
Why does the world hurt the meek?
Why do the cunning always win?
In spite of being drowned in sin?

The gentle people of this world;
Must speak up for rights and be bold,
Take strong stands and fight for right ;
Fight for justice, with all their might.
Till faith and peace, regains the throne
And belief in goodness is reborn.

Sumita Tah

EVERYBODY’S MOTHER

SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL, ISN’T SHE?



Everyone knows that the Earth,
Is suffering in our hands.
Our everyday lives
Adds to her distress.
She suffers silently our callousness.

Like a mother with many children,
She takes care of us.
Fulfills our need
Gives us what we want.
She also wishes to be appreciated.

We all love her , So we say.
Explain and try to make others realise,
How miserable she is
How uncaring we are
Things we should do to make her well.

Then, leaving everything for others,
We continue our journey;
Fulfilling our dreams,
Staying focused on our goals,
Climbing ladders of success.

Mother carefully holds all ladders;
Perched on her bossom, providing
Support to her children,
For the sky is the limit:
Everything is possible if there’s will.

Willingness is everything
When we set our hearts to a thing.
We set priorities
Fulfill our commitments
And achieve the so called impossible.

Then in hopelessness we blame;
People who are ignorant,
Lazy, worthless, greedy:
It is the actions of this uncaring lot
Which will invite the end of mankind .


                                  SumitaTah


It’s so easy to blame…..

SLEEPLESS DREAMS

Our life itself is a dream come true. It has given us an opportunity to fulfil our hearts desire. What more can we ask for?
Pursue your dreams, till they become a reality.

Dreaming dreams never helped ,
Until we’re wide awake.
To opportunities that flow our way,
Only for our sake .

Every moment is meant to be ,
Spent in the finest mode;
Brick by brick we realise our dreams.
Thru actions bad and good.

Step by step we move towards,
What we strive to be.
Our Future is a reflection of,
The thoughts of you and me.

Success comes in every step,
That we take to reach our aim.
Every step we take is new,
Two steps are never the same.

We get a chance to fulfil our dreams,
With every rising sun.
It’s up to us, what we achieve,
When the day is done.

Time runs fast we know from past,
And is same for everyone.
Work and play,fulfil the dreams,
For Life is all but one.

                    Sumita Tah 

A Light In The Dark

By guest blogger Tripali.

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It was nearly midnight and I was returning home from my office, my brain weary and on tenterhooks from long working hours. A sudden faint rustling in the bushes made me jump, and a black cat stalked across the street, glaring at me as if I had done it grievous wrong. I shuddered and walked on.

I was new to this mysterious town, and as I walked down the cold pavement through the darkness that seemed to favour this place, I could not help but think about the town’s history. Once a haunt of British ‘babus’ because of its cold climate, these streets had seen both white men make merry and Indians dragged and whipped along it. Dark stone houses of the era still stood defiantly on the deserted streets, seeming to echo both laughter and screams; two sides of the Raj, two sides of the same coin.

I walked on towards the light- wait, light? How was it that I that I had not noticed a faint glow ahead of me, or the fact that I had been following it? In the eternal shroud of this widowed town, the light seemed to be a leftover glimmer, a piece of jewellery that was not removed. Something in the air seemed to whisk away my skeptism of the paranormal, and with each passing second my heart beat faster, as if trying to jump out of my chest and live while I died at the hands of a spectre. I stared with horror and fascination as the darkness began to take shape, the shape of a once-sturdy man, now bent with age, hobbling towards me with a lantern. I shook my head at my own foolishness.

“Hello, young lady! What are you doing, up so late?” said he. I frowned at the accent.” Are you British? Do British people still live here?” I enquired. “Not many, perhaps none at all.” he replied amiably, his voice trembling with age. Something in his voice made me clasp my bag closer. “I do not get many people to talk to. Would you mind entertaining an old man?” he asked. I could not refuse, so we walked. Gradually, the talk turned to the history of the town and the supernatural, as talk with old people usually does. He asked me if I believed in ghosts. Having a scientific temperament, I naturally said, “No.” “Not many people do now-a-days. A pity, eh?” he laughed.”Would you believe if you saw one?” he asked. I shrugged, “Maybe.” I was really tired now and just wanted to get home. But he continued, “Have you heard of stories of spirits of the dead haunting the town?” “Yes, I have.” “Aren’t you afraid, then?” he enquired. “No. Even if ghosts existed, what proof is there that they would mean harm?” I said.

He chuckled, ruffling my hair, and said, “What a sensible girl. I’ll be off now. Thank you for keeping me company.” Saying so, he hobbled off into the dark.

I stood rooted to the spot for a while.

Somehow, my senses had failed to notice all this time that it was not his lantern that was glowing.

It was the man himself.

Everything is necessary.

Be thankful for whatever you have.

EVERYTHING IS NECESSARY
                               
Without darkness ,
Light is worthless.
Without  hatred , 
Love is bland.

In absence of bad
Goodness is worthless .
Without cruelty ,
It’s useless being kind.

Without the night .
Who’d care for light?
Without silence,
Who’d care for sound?

Without sadness ,
What’s the use of happiness ?
What would be life?
Without its strife.

Everything has its use,
Everything has its need.
Every being is priceless .
Whatever be the creed.

 
                  Sumita Tah