Introspection 

When I wear the wings of my dreams,

Then I sing the song of my life,

When I hum the tune of my wishes,

Then I write the enchanting words of delight.

Golden hair strands, roll over my forehead,

I carefully put them aside,

This is when, I look into my own dreamy eyes,

I turn to the keyboard, I smile and I write.

 

Flowers of ecstacy, spreads their fragrance in the air,
I look at the thorns, that pricked me, once in disguise,
Suddenly I realize, What I have inside,
The most valuable possession is life…

The curls of my hair, flutter in the air,

The lashes of my eye, blink and I sigh,
Looking at the past is a long lost lane,
I wandered here and there, never wanting to be sane…

 

Raindrops asked me to sit and introspect,
I love rains, I finally have to give them respect,
The winds moved and then took a new way,
I realized my life was simple, yet on a highway…

I look out of my long –glass-window pane,

I see someone running to me, I realize its rain!
I stepped in my own shows, removing the mask over me,
The shining face beneath was making a plea,

Then I realized…

Colors of mist may mock in pride,

Devils of past may ridicule in every premise,
But I look into the mirror,this is when I smile,
I know, I haven’t lost myself, I am a true being inside.

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Mother’s Love

Behold the wonderful phenomenon of love as an Universal emotion. When love passes through the heart of the mother, motherly consciousness translates it into motherly love.

Reflection of love comes from the one Cosmic Love. The mother doesn’t know why she loves the child; the child knows not why it loves the mother. They do not know whence comes this love they feel for one another. It is the manifestation in them of God’s love; and when it is pure and unselfish, it reflects His divine love. 

True mother love is unconditional. We can say that in many ways it is more spiritual and therefore greater than most human expressions of love. God implanted in the heart of the mother a love for the child that is unconditional regardless of the child’s merit or behaviour.

Mother’s love is steady and unchanged.It is perhaps the human love closest to the perfection of God’s love. The true mother forgives her child even when no one else will. That kind of love exemplifies God’s love. He forgives His children no matter what sins they have committed. 

Who could have placed this love in the mother’s heart, save God?

Common things about me and my dad

Hey, here today I have something, which I really wanted to write since long.  Today I am here to tell you all some things that I and my Dad share in common….

All my life I have been Daddy’s gurl.Still I am…hey, all the men out there who are single…can not understand this…how it feels to be Daddy’s gurl…and all those married and father’s of baby girls…can be proud of, after reading this one…for, this is dedicated to all of them…and also to the wonderful daughters…

Half of the year I have a bad throat…gawwddd how it aches, tonsillitis yap, have a severe problem of tonsils yaar, and each time I get that, I almost loose my voice,but, ye kno I have inherited this from my Dad and then I just become happy saying we have it in our family…my Grand ma had this, My dad has it and I also have it…hehhehe

We both cry while watching movies…both of us are big time movie buffs and very emotional. Each time we watch any movie, even on the slightest of emotional scene we both drop tears. I remember once long back we both were watching “Daddy” in the night at home. When the movie ended and Mom switched on the light she burst out laughing , seeing both of mine and dad’s pillow fully wet with tears and we said to Mom you are not at all emotional yaar…

 Both of us are very choosy. It’s although the other thing that he chooses so fast and always the best..n I take  hell of time even to choose a single dress and end up at second best.

Both of us love driving….he drives slow n safe…I drive rash and bad.

We both have a common person who is the love of our life….yeah! My Mom.

 Rains can make me go mad, I m crazy about rains and so is he…we both love rains…though each time we drench n come inside, we catch cough and cold and then Mom scolds but then…can’t stop loving rains…

All the honky-ponky, crisky-prisky, houtie-toutie, doodle-do things are done by me and dad at home…we make a mess around..now for people who are thinking whadda hell these okie-dokie words mean…hey dontcha worry…just break your nerves…and figure them out.

Ahhaaa!!! Our romance with tea. My Daddy and Me are big time Chaii lovers…ya…we prefer “Cheeni Kum”

Big time readers, anything, anywhere…and we start reading…

He is a master in Mathematics …man!!! Ask him any damn thing about mathematics…. algebra ,geometry, calculus, trigonometry statistics he knows everything about it…He was the only person who developed love and craze for mathematics in me.My second option was a Phd in mathematics if I hadn’t got engineering. He helped me lot for engineering mathematics too.

Both of us are fun-loving, jovial, ready to crack jokes all the time..hey! Dad u have a terrific sense of humour.

Both of us love to explore places, go for adventures and roaming freaks…hahhaha mom is always annoyed with our pre-planned-not-informed-risky-trips-to-her.

Both of us are very short-tempered. He says that I am more than him…can’t help…after all I have inherited that.

Me and my dad loves to discuss things…discuss!!! Yes that’s a different thing that later on it becomes a debate and then a WAR… when we hold different sides and then no one in the world can make me agree with him and also vice-versa…again..Property of Inheritance…

Both of us love to Grab a Tee and a jeans and floaters and roam around, clicking pictures and then later on me finding faults saying “dad u could have clicked it in a better way, from some different angel and he says no this is the best” woteva…

We both are robbers of all the techno-electronic-gizmo gadgets of each other…just 2 days back he took my latest digicam and silently placed his on my place…and I then, as a part of revenge, exchanged my silly Lenovo cell with his hahahhah….damn new Samsung….who’s at loss?  Say dad?

Whatever it is, but then I am proud of my dad for he always gave me the freedom of expression, to fight for the right thing…with anyone,to grow on my own, to take my own decisions and was always supported by him.hey Dad didn’t I gave you all the freedom to argue with me????
 I love when people say that I look like my dad,hehehe coz My dad resembles my Grand Maa and so I resemble her..who is my ideal…and so I love when people say that I resemble my Grand maa…

Another thing we have in common is that I love my mom the most in this world and my dad loves his mom the most in this world!!!

 Still have hell many things to write about us in common and where we differ, but that’s for someother time…

Mom is screaming her lungs out to have my big cuppa tea which is made by her the third time coz it went cold n I hate drinking cold tea…she says I will throw your lappie, else come here…I know she can’t do that…my dad is sitting infront of me ,unaware of what I am typing and winking at me…saying to Mom Chill yaar…heheheheh enuf…

Ciao for now…n I salute to all the Daddy’s in the world…hey you people are great.Love to all daughters…

With lots of Lolzy Polzy Love
Kiran 

The song of gratitude

THE SONG OF GRATITUDE

“Love so much that the song arises in your being — the song of gratitude.

 Be grateful and sing the song of gratitude so that you can become more and more capable of love.

 This is how one reaches higher and higher peaks, and one day, your love and your song have become one. 

That day is the day where one disappears as a wave and becomes the ocean.

 That is called enlightenment 

All those who have reached to god have reached through love.”

Pack me a gift

In the empty streets of city

My dreams search the eyes..

Desperate to enter into their world hollow,

Of misery, lies, and sorrow

Left them blinded not asleep

With colors of some fading evening beneath diamond lit sky

Birds of unbroken empire of dusk, shrugging thier wings to fly

Hey you angels of far off land..take me down to those ruins of time..

Pack me a gift from days young..

Where lips had smile, and hands were full

With sand of time.. hey you angels of forgotten times,

I do not want wake up anymore,

Day streets are empty

No one is mine.

My birthday 

So, today it’s my birthday,

So what can I do?

I’m now one year older…and I want to boohoo,

But it’s time to be happy,

A time to rejoice,

A day to remember…that I have a voice,

To express my opinions,

To say what I feel, 

To love and to cherish…all things that appeal,

So, my heart feels gladdened,

I want to cry aloud,

“I’ve made it one more year”…and for that I’m so proud,

But what is life’s purpose? 

Do we to just live and die?

Or should we investigate…the what and the why?

I believe in evolution,

of consciousness — not form,

Yes, my soul is eternal…and I was not born,

For this, I am thankful, 

To my teacher and parents 

Who taught me the Satya…that I’m like no others,

We’re all sole expressions,

of a Superior Godhead,

While remaining still persons…we’re also united,

Simultaneous and different,

And yet united as one, 

The doctrine of Chaitanya…shines like the sun,

Illuminating our consciousness,

With the sound of Harinam, 

My heart soars so high now…on the wings of Sri Ram,

I’m no longer fearful,

Of a thing called, “being dead,”

That ugly grey monster…that hides under my bed.

I now know it’s fiction,

to keep us oppressed,

in a world of illusion…and sensually obsessed,

The “keys” are now with me,

I’ve got the way out,

“Just master the tongue”… I emphatically shout! 

And so, that’s my mission,

To share this simple fact, 

Through practice and precept…my final soul act.

Please share your birthdate so that I can add it to my wish list 

Feeding my mother 

I always thought 

Mother had a small stomach 

Now I realise 

She has a big heart too 

Feeding me till I get satisfied 

Then she eats  all the leftovers 

So today I made her eat first before me 

She was reluctant 

But today I made her plate 

Full of food 

It gave an immense feeling of happiness and joy to see her eat free from all worries 

An unfulfilled appointment 

Our dreams lasted too long
But all the reality
Nothing but an unfulfilled appointment!
 
For once I was unable to decide
What pains me more
This poignant or the life without it!
 
The feeling of this aloneness
Amongst everyone around
The torment of this love unsatisfied!
 
It was so easy to love you
Never realised
Would be so hard to forget you!
 
I hear your voice — in silence
That you speak to me
In unspoken words!
 
You detach me from God
And replace Him by yourself
And I wonder whom to worship!
 
Now I am waiting
Till your memory leaves
The chambers of my heart!

I can clearly see


To lie awake each night

Body aching

Yearning

Almost screaming for rest

☆☆☆
But how can I drift away

Softly slip into slumber

When my thoughts run wild and free?

The night has become the dawn for my imagination

☆☆☆☆

The stars hold the key to my inspiration

In the darkness I can clearly see….

Wait Monday please wait 

Sundays are special days when I enjoy company of my father.

However I am just not able to figure out as to why time flies so quickly on Sundays. I hope Monday could wait a little longer 

If only Monday could wait just a little longer, 

My father would have spent more time with me;

I would have told him how badly I missed his hugs,

And would have fake laughed on another one of his bad jokes.

If only Monday could wait just a little longer,

His body would ache less;

And I would have slept on his shoulders, 

While he would have caressed my forehead.

I would have told him that I wanted his time,

I would have told him how I loved him so bad;

And I would have seen that dimpled smile of his,

If only Monday could wait just a little longer.