God's Handiwork...

The beauty of a golden sunrise,
is impossible to describe,to collect,to capture
It has to be seen,with the mind's inner eyes
And felt,in all its imperious rapture...
Many such creations, of God's holy might
A tiger's cub,an eagle's flight,
An elephant,an ant,
an owl in the night...
In the ocean's blue,swim a hundred whales,
A butterfly's rainbow,
A millipede's walk,
And yet we know not a million other tales...
Of snow-capped mountains,of ravines,
of a calm glittering lake,
And swift flowing rivers, and the rivulets they make,
Of acres of orchards, and flowers in bloom
Of soft velvet moss, just woven in God's loom...
Like dewdrops, like fine mist,like a falling snowflake,
Like the sun kissed sands of a beach,like the summer rain;
We see His unseen hands, every moment awake
These are moments to rejoice, to praise Him again...

Christmas time...

I sing with hope,
a merry song
That happy tidings may come,
And hope I get to stay up long
Long enough to see Santa come...
Red ribbons, wrapping, mistletoe
And cake,and cookies,and so much more
'Tis time to rejoice, to let everyone know
The season's joys, to raid a candy store!
'Tis Christmas time, all happiness surrounds
The world,in pure white snow;
'Tis Christmas time,when love abounds;
And comes wrapped up in a neat little bow...
Its the time when families re-unite,
Come together to feast and pray,
But it tears my heart,to see an orphan's eyes
Oh woe,to be alone on Christmas day...
07:07pm, Wed 15-12-2010

NIGHT

Night,she walks on silent stones,
Through the misty quilted sky
And slips into my weary bones
She wipes my tears dry...
Beside my bedside, she sings a song,
She sings an endearing lullaby;
And tells me stories, fantastic,long,
Of treasures golden,of days gone by...
She tells my mind, to rest awhile
Rejuvenate, tomorrow be whole
For today,i'd walked a hundred mile
To reclaim my stolen soul...
And believe the stars that hold my plight,
To rest my head in her bosom, to sleep
Until She no longer sees me weep;
She slowly slips away,into daylight...

New York

Sau Gram Zindagi….

This title from the Guzaarish film track somehow finds a chord in my heart on many levels..

All the happy moments in life can be compressed and saved into 100gms, but these 100gms would be the most precious thing we all would have.

Sweet, sour, teary-eyed, hysterical,thoughtful, all the emotions we have ever gone through, all the pictures of vivid colour, all the great days when we thought it couldn’t get any better, or worse.

100gms of life. What a concept. Hats off to the guy who thought of it.

We all try, hard enough as it can get to find some meaning in our life. Why?

Can’t life be just about collecting all those moments that we could say we can not do without adding to the 100gms of life? Can’t it be just about spending time with someone you love, just being there to watch them smile, to hold their hands when they cry, to have someone do the same for you….

The sad part about life is people go about it wishing to leave their stamp on the pages of history. Instead, leaving an indelible mark on people’s hearts is a much better way to be remembered.

The best thing about life is not having done everything you write down in a bucket list… It is looking back at the 100gms of life, and wishing that you had the opportunity to do some beautiful thing over again, just so that you could feel the same emotion, the same rush of life that you felt then…

At least, that’s what I think.

Florida

In the US of A

Sometimes you write just out of a compulsion to write, sometimes there are a thousand words inside you just wanting to come out....
I have been in the US of A for more than a week now. I would think that this is kind of a pretty major milestone in my life, but it doesnt feel that way.
It feels much like everyday life, except for the food. With all due respect, the food here sucks bigtime!
I haven't started cooking yet, but give me time and I can mess that up too with equal aplomb and talent.
Getting here was another big jhol.I hated the 25 hours of travelling, more than anything. Counting the hours,watching endless miles tick away on the monitor, and pretending to sleep,trying to fool my body into thinking things that are far from the truth...What a way to start off an important journey...
I didnt get the time to roam around in Schiphol airport, I had always wanted to look around when in Europe... still, there's always next time.
There is so much I want to say, but somehow, I cant find the right words for what I am feeling. Maybe I am not supposed to say it out loud,maybe I am just supposed to feel that feeling, to experience it,to know it but not say it out loud.
Maybe, the right words will find me, some day.
Till then, these words will have to do.
Till then, au revoir!!