Intoxication...

In my days and my nights,

and from the dawn to the dusk;

In my past and the present,

and in every bit of my essence;

Your fragrance I inhale by which 

my smile enhance. 

In the right and the wrong,

and in the rhymes and the songs;

In the stories and the poetries,

and in my mind and my heartbeat;

Your presence follow me everywhere 

like the shadow in the scorching heat.

How can one separate us?

When you have dissolved in me

like the deadly venom.
The more they try the more venom spreads.

How can one distant us?

When its not our body but 

our souls entangled.

The more they separate us, 

the more tangled gets our soul's threads.

In every thought that I think 

and the air that I breathe.

I feel you within me and also around,

intoxicating and giving me

the immense passion that seethe. 

The Battle Within...

I have always heard that happiness lies in the little things. And yes! I have learnt to enjoy the happiness in little things lately. But, in this meanwhile I have realized that I have even learnt to feel the sadness in little things.

Today morning when I woke up I heard my neighbours cat yelling so badly. I saw she was searching something vigorously everywhere. Initially I did not understand what was the reason. But when my mom told me the reason behind her grief my heart ached. Just 3 weeks back this cat has given birth to a very cute kitten. The baby was very active and naughty and would keep hoping all the day here and there. But, I got to know from my mom that since morning it was missing. It was a terrible moment to look at the mother cat searching her kid so helplessly.

I woke up with such a bad moment today and since than my mindset is very disturbed. Sometimes I feel the people who know us or meet us has an image about us that we are so strong. Our friends, our colleagues, our relatives, our siblings, our parents, nobody, absolutely nobody knows about the battle that we fight within. And all this is because we have mastered ourself in faking it.

"Its just impossible to mask sadness on your face when you are happy but its not difficult to fake a smile when you are dying inside" -Sonia

Anjaan raasta...

Yu he nikle the sair par, 

Na jaane chalte chalte ye kaha aa gaye ham.

Sahi raaste ko dhundte dhundte or bhi zaada ulajh gaye ham.

Har chehra anjana sa, har raasta andekha sa,

Is anjaan duniya ko dekh kar darr gaye ham.

Ab to naa aage badne ka hosala hai or na he piche jaane ki himmat,

Ek aise mod pe aake bas tham gaye ham...

Bliss...

I am experiencing an absolute bliss at this moment..

The bare open wide sky with those twinkling stars smiling at me, the naughty cold wind from the wide open windows playing with my untied hair and caressing my face, iPod playing the playlist of my favourite songs. The night journeys are such a bliss. I'm suddenly feeling this world is such a beautiful place to stay.

We are so very blessed to have music, breeze, nights, stars, words, smile, colors, friends, love. What else we need to make our life beautiful when we are blessed with such amazing things.. isn't it?

On the way to Bangalore with mom and aunt. I love this long 10 hours journey even more then reaching the destination.

The cry of the soul...

Drenched in the rain of mistakes,

Flowed in the waves of sins,

I try to stand,

Walk to cover the miles on the endless road,

Unaware of where I am heading.

The moment I feel I am on the right path,

The very next moment I am

trapped 

and tied to the cage of guilt,

From where escaping is just a myth.

Helpless I lie, in one corner of this dark cage,

I die hundred deaths every minute,

Lonely I scream, I yell,

Lonely I cry, I bleed,

None to heal.

I just wait to end this ordeal.

In this day to day life we commit so many sins and mistakes, we go against our ethics just for the temporary happiness, but in this meanwhile we always tend to forget the pain our soul undergoes each time we commit some sin.. 

Music Magic...

Finding its way slowly through the ears,

Ripples of magic spreads through out.

Intimating with every senses, like an elixir,

Heals each wound, pushes every hidden pain out.

Smoothening the inner toughness,

Caresses every single inch inside.

Intruding in the heart, runs through the veins,

Forgive the sins, soothes the mind.

Passing through the layers of the mind,

Cleansing each layer, reaches the soul.

Soul now immersed in its magical vibe,

Dances with stride, and hence purifies.

Something to Learn..

Sachin ni maarli six,
Aaji la aala chakkar,
Mama ni aandli riksha,
Riksha che paise sodaa,
Aaji ni maarla dolaa... ;-)

I heard this very sweet poem which is in Marathi language yesterday evening from this little boy Laxman.

Hindi Translation for those who don't understand Marathi: 

Sachin Ne maari six,

Nani ko aaya chakkar,

Mama ne laayi riksha,

Riskha ke paise chodo,

Nani ne maari aankh.. [Well, the poem doesn't rhyme in Hindi :( ]

Laxman is nine years old and studies in 3rd standard Kannada medium in one of the nearby village. Yesterday evening when I reached home after my work this boy came to my home along with one of my mothers friend Kalpana Aunty. She is a teacher in the same school where this boy studies and is heartly a very lovely lady. As soon as he got inside my house he directly came and sat on the floor. I felt bad when he did that. I asked him to sit on the chair and he followed it. On asking Kalpana Aunty about his whereabouts she told that his dad is a milk seller in the village and due to the financial problems is not able to take proper care of him. Laxman's mother left Laxman, his father and his 2 brothers just after giving birth to Laxman and is now with some other person. People think  that extra marital affairs happens only in metros or big cities but if we look very closely into the villages then the number of such things are really in large number even in our villages. Shocking but its a fact. 

Laxman's mother never came to see him or even his two elder brothers who are in 7th and 8th standard respectively. Kalpana aunty after listening to Laxmans story could not stop herself from taking Laxmans care  till it is possible by her hands. Now Laxman stay along with Kalpana Aunty since last few days and she looks after his food and also school. Despite of so many problems this little boy is so full of life that I could not take of my eyes from looking at him. I gave him two perk chocolates which aunty asked him to have it after getting back to home and he obeyed her without saying a word. I can bet on anything the kids which are born and brought up at our house with all the facilities and luxuries would never ever behave the way Laxman did. When I served him a dosa and tea he again went and sat on the floor to have it. Looking at his innocence I could not stop my self and I too joined him to the floor and we had a great time talking to each other. On asking him to tell a poem he sung those few funny Marathi lines which are at the starting of my post. Then I teared opened one of the perk and asked him to have it which he had. He wanted to have other one to but due to aunt's order of having it after getting back to home this obedient boy stopped himself. As my habit of taking pictures of whatever I like I took this picture of Laxman smiling happily which you can see in this post.

My mom asked if Laxmans dad is ready to give Laxman, as one of my uncles friend was interested in adopting a child. Kalpana Aunty told that she would let us know after asking Laxmans father. If Laxman gets a good life if some good family accepts him as their son then why not. Isn't it? Well, only if his dad agrees. Its all left on him now. But I wish whatever the decision might be Laxman's way of living life always remains same..

The most admiring fact about Laxman's dad is that despite of his financial problems he has given education to all his children's.

We who have got everything that is necessary. In fact we have got more then it is required but still have so many complaints about our life. Our parents unconditional love and pamper, education in some reputed schools and colleges, just one demand and our favorite food is ready for us and if its not we go to bed with empty stomach but even after that we say our life is so imperfect. We need to learn something from the boys like Laxman to whom even the little things give lots of joy and who knows the real mantra to remain happy no matter what :-)