The world is an amazingly adventurous place … just look through my eyes. ——————————————————————–
Speech is silver, Silence is gold;
Such proverbs are somewhat old. Silence gives us blissful peace, A silent Siesta’s each man’s wish. It was a hot summer afternoon, when Venturing out would make one swoon; The fans were on, the rooms were cool. The ones outside were surely fools. Mom told stories of kings and Queens, Of a lovely princess and her dreams. Hoping her stories would put to sleep, Her toddler son and daughters sweet. As her story ended she fell asleep, Drowning in a peaceful slumber deep. The daughters too had fallen asleep; But toddler son wished to have a peak. He was feeling hot, had a little sweat; The bathroom tap could make him wet. He toddled there, and turned the tap, Sound of water broke the sister’s nap. She found her Bro, missing from bed; ‘Wake up sis! you sleepy head.’ The younger one to the elder said. And saying so leapt up from her bed. She tiptoed to the washroom door; Sitting happily on the floor, His expression one of joy untold, The noon was hot and the water cold. Splash, Splash, Splash went his feet; Thump, Thump, Thump went the beat. As he splashed the water with his hand, At the door he saw his sisters stand. He laughed out loud in greatest joy, The tap water was, his newest toy. He shrieked in glee, he felt so free; To solve the washroom’s mystery. The sisters pulled him from the tap, And a towel around him wrapped. He gave them a one toothed smile, Knowing what he did was vile. The sisters laughed to see him so, But what he did, mom must know. So they carried him to their mom; And gifted her a towel wrapped son. It amused mom, to hear the story, Of her son’s endeavour to gather glory. Speech is silver and silence is gold, Not so when you have a one year old.
Memoirs of childhood days.
A little mouse found an apple,
Under an apple tree. It was a round and juicy one, So, he went on an eating spree. He ate a bit and found it fit, To take the rest to his house. He rolled it along, all the way, Sans help of another mouse. There came a part which was steep, It was hard to push the apple up. When he heaved it up with all his might; It rolled back without a stop. Tired out, and wet with sweat; He thought it better to rest. Then try again, after the wait; To take the apple to his nest. A parrot soon came flying by, And perched on a branch above. She watched mousie struggle hard, Her heart was filled with love. ‘May I help you, mousie dear, To carry your heavy load? I can carry it up the slope, And take it to your abode.’ ‘No, and thanks,’ replied the mouse; And carried on with his work. Pushing and rolling it up the slope, Till before a rock he was stuck. He tried to manoeuvre it around, But it slipped from his grasp. Down the slope it went again; Now, atop it buzzed a wasp. The parrot came to his rescue at once, And the wasp flew away. ‘Let me carry your load,’ said she ‘It will save your day.’ Hesitatingly the mouse allowed; The parrot to carry his load. He gave directions to the bird, For reaching his abode. He scuttered fast to his home; Freely without his food. While birdie took his apple ripe, And flew above the wood. The mouse had a long wait, Before he saw the parrot arrive. Now the apple was a scrap on her beak; So, she did not need to strive. ‘You’ve eaten my apple, you greedy guts!’ Cried the mouse, fuming red. ‘I’ve taken my due for helping you,’ With an aura she said. Then she flew up high, into the sky; Leaving the scrap behind. The mouse had learnt his lesson well Which he’ll always keep in mind. If you badly want to have something, Depend on your efforts alone. The results will be in your hands, And you can take the benefits home.
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
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.
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.
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.
“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
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.
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.
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…
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.