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She calls me psychic
for she thinks so is true,
but she forgot what I'd been
telling to her all through:
That,
when you're lost and know nothing,
or when something doesn't seem just right,
don't look up above,
for he'll help only when you do.
Look down instead, within yourself, my love,
and peep into that thing inside of you.
It tells you each word
that you're looking for in the sky,
but it whispers ever so soft,
so pay close attention
to not miss a direction
by the God enthroned inside you,
called 'Intuition'.
 .
..

Always trust your gut.
Remember? :)

ACCIDENTALLY GRINNING

Her faintly colored lips

fell slightly apart from each other

as they curved into

an antidotic smile,

where his eyes did rest:

He watched her as she slept.

Beside them stood

an envious dancing statue,

alone,

with an uneven bend in its leg,

that sheltered a bird’s nest,

each day, against each

drop of rain that had

gracefully greased its rest.

A starry facade covered the sky

as it wrapped us all in its arms;

and each pebble looked

at the moon in amaze

as it borrowed yellow light

from the chained sun,

and put it on us all, White!

There I was, glaring,

I stood there,

accidentally grinning.

THE JOY OF BEING OVER-JOYED

I can feel it. Its making me smile. Its pushing me to sing to my heart till the smile dries. Yes, I see the moon only with my eyes closed and yet, I don’t know why.

Is it because of the soothing air? Or is it the subtle yellow ball lying on the tennis court? Or am I just too happy that a dream dreamt seven years ago, is now going to come alive? And once again I wonder but I don’t know why. 

I see two little cuties running ahead with the best smiles, a perfectly suited man restlessly on his toes, following the two and a beautiful red sari gracefully darting towards me. I wonder, I still wonder and yet again I don’t know why. 

In the middle of a bright sunny day, I saw the moon; the thrilling hot rays of the sun then shimmered to become stars, and once again, it set my mind out to wonder.

With a heap of awkward questions now in my mind, I sat at the edge of a bench trying to understand what had suddenly started to go wrong. And only when the tip of my fingers picked up a pen and my eyes decided to see through a paper did I realize that it was now when EVERYTHING had started to fall in the right place – having my beloved ones around when I’ve desired to see them the most; watching my dreams form the stream of my life; and realizing that my heart lies in putting pen to paper. 

Then, I finally understood, it was all about THE JOY OF BEING OVER-JOYED.

DOES IT MAKE A DIFFERENCE?

It is a big world. It is a mad world. And it is true that all its madness has been smashed upon each one of us. But there’s a difference. A huge difference. The difference lies in the way we handle the madness. Yet, a bigger difference lies in which people see us handling the difference. And their eyes give us or take away from us the small climbing opportunities of our lives. This is fair and foul, yet THE TRUTH.

But when we blow out the candles, feeling that we have acted fairly, thousands of unrecognized voices are still shouting out into thin air saying, “I need a chance”. It is a short sentence. It is meaningless. It may get reflected from most of our strongly built concrete hearts. At such times don’t forget, we could have been a part of that voice too, if someone had not picked us up from the unseen crowd. So, wake up. Act now. Step out of your self-centered world. Pay an opportunity for your opportunity. And see how it feels to see that plant grow whose seeds you sowed. And to all those who feel unseen and unheard: Life is a long journey, make a move. ACT SMALL, YET BIGGER.