Live A Little…

I wonder if it is in the nature and make-up of a human being to hurt another human being, either advertently or inadvertently. But hurt someone, she must as she can’t help it. She can’t make everyone happy with her actions. So, she is going to hurt someone or the other. All she can ensure is whether the hurt is rational, reasonable or irrational, unreasonable. Sometimes, despite of doing everything, despite of trying to interpret and control all the elements of a situation, it isn’t possible to predict all the variables, successfully juggle all the different balls in the air. One must fall down. One does fall down. So, what does she do? She ends up hurting someone. She does hurt someone.

So, what if she ends up hurting someone? Should she stop living in the perpetual fear of being hurt and hurting someone in return? Should she just curl up and die? No! Life is meant for the living. And so long as she is alive and breathing, she has the responsibility towards herself to live fully, freely. So, what if it is scary? Everything worthwhile is! And life is eminently worthwhile….

Die once and trying to come back to life is a herculean task. Dying daily is worse. Why not take a chance at life? Live a little…. Make oneself happy…. One cannot ensure other’s happiness… So why not just ensure one’s happiness first? Only a happy mind and body can make others happy coz as one can’t help but hurt someone similarly one can’t help but make someone happy by her actions… Two sides of the same coin…

Live a little…

Keep Walking…

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Today…

Tired feet

Turn to home

Someone’s at the door

Wait in their eyes.

Tired feet

Go home now

It’s time to rest

And rejuvenate a bit.

Tired feet

The day is past

Welcome the night

It’s calm, soothing presence.

Tired feet

The feathers call

Sink in the warmth

In the lover’s arms, fall.

Tired feet

Dream awhile

Tomorrow will be

Today’s an isle.

All Them Memories…

Do not say it to me
Let me just feel
No don’t say a word
Let me just heal.

Soak in the warmth
Of your strong arms
Put my head in
Your hands and just calm.

Life is so beautiful
Today that you’re here again
I want to race the winds
Sing in the dancing rain.

Now the time has come
To say the goodbye
You are going away
No salty tears no cry.

One day I’ll go
Wither upon the vine
Memories fade away
Those once glowed and shine.

At The End Of The Road…

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Tired old husk,
A solemn soft dusk,
The closing of a chapter
At the end of a laughter.

The ceasing of the tide,
The last joy ride.
A life lived enough
X times easy, x times tough.

Some actions good and bad,
Of moments dark and sad.
One last fallacy
A yearning for normalcy.

A lingering trace of presence,
An affirmation of existence,
The comfort of a loving hug,
On the heartstrings, an insistent tug.

A leaf pressed between the pages,
A memory mellowed with ages,
A smile, a step, a hushed silence,
A last glance lit up with radiance.

Words…

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So you need me to say
The words in which
I can tell you
How much I miss you?

Words – what do they mean?
Real, made up, faked
I might not always be true
When I say things to you.

So you need me to say
The words in which
I can tell you
How much I need you?

Can’t you just read my eyes?
Know from the beating of my heart
My every single breath is yours
In this life and beyond these shores.

Love is like a full moon night
Simple, silent, constant, bright.
No written vows nor spoken words
It’s a communion of two souls pure.

Sultry Summer…

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Sultry summer,
You make me sweat,
You make me yearn,
For the coolness of rain.

Sultry summer,
The haze is in the air,
The heat everywhere,
Red dust arises.

Sultry summer,
You renew the world,
An end of the old life,
You usher in a new one.

Sultry summer,
You take away the tiredness of the year,
You give birth to new dreams,
New hopes you bring at the end of May.

Sultry summer,
I always hated your show,
Heat, dirt, dust and flies,
Always cursed for you to go!

Sultry summer,
But now I know,
You sustain the life,
From the word go!

A Celebration of Life…

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Walking in the shadows am I,
Looking for a place to stop by,
A place I would call my own,
Among lovely beeches and rowans.

Here I could hear
Merry songs of the brook,
Willy wildflowers dancing,
The cawing of the rook,
The chirping of birds,
The baaing of sheep,
Blending in harmony,
A symphony of peace.

Here would I stay,
‘Til the next journey beckons,
To unseen lands,
Through siren songs.
Here would I tarry,
A stolen moment so right,
From within and without
A celebration of life!