In remembrance of the place lived…

The Road was pink, and yellow and red and green…
The ‘fall’ was showing its true colors.
The trees on the side walks were barely dressed…
The wind was dancing with the fall(ing) leaves…
The house stood lonely long time...expecting for someone...

It was the Stone Bench’s favorite place…

No one passed by for years...
No one listened to their silent melodies…
The Road…
The Tree…
The Wind…
The Bench…
The House...
They grew all their ages waiting……waiting for someone to hear their melodies.

That day…
She came; she came with her Family; she came to live in the woods…
It was then ‘She’s and the Bench’s favorite place.
She grew there from dawn to dusk…
They all witnessed 'She', grow, laugh, smile and cry…
They listened to She's every thought…
She listened to their Melody.

Everything seemed perfect and happy.
Perfect and Happy till,
This day…
The day she cried out loudly leaving the place…
...In the pursuit of…living and being well.

The wind had stopped,
The road had frozed,
The bench...left alone…
They all cried melodiously…
The Melody was unheard…
But the ‘PLACE’ was remembered...

The Road…
The Tree…
The Wind…
The Bench…
The House...
they are waiting...waiting for someone to hear their story!!

Shades of life....

As life takes its path, we walk through different world of feelings where we never belonged once.
Sometimes the feeling of sadness engulfs us, we miss to see the happiness around us, the hatredness when not being loved overwhelms the love we have, disappointments often misleads us…not to look at the brighter side, more often we run behind money and we choose to leave the glory and enjoyment behind us.
Finally we grow old with regrets of not lived the life we wanted...
We seek for Happiness when it’s long gone…

It’s the other feelings which give Happiness its life…

It’s up to us to realize what we want in life and where we are going?
As it’s often said, nothing is going to be permanent and nothing is going to follow us. Everything is left behind, with only the shades remaining …to guide the next step we put forward.
It’s from the experience we might need to grow,
Grow not with regrets…
Grow with Satisfaction…

Shades of life, sometimes though it’s not colorful……..still remains forever to help us grow!

For a better start

Take sometime to walk alone in the early morning hours..
Don't rush, there is a complete day ahead....
feel the freshness in the air....
feel the fragrance from the roadside flowers....
watch the sleeping dew on the grass..
watch the sun's rays trying to reach you....
look at the wandering clouds....
enjoy the remix of the birds, insects and the vehicles....
listen to your heart...
come back with a Happy tune...and start your day!!

Letting go....

It was a bright beautiful day… I guess it should have been a day dedicated to spring. I could hear the birds singing, see the flowers blushing, and could smell the fragrance of the air as I stepped out of my house.
I was in a hurry to catch my office bus, so I buried my desire of 'enjoying the beauty' over there and continued to walk. It’s around 10 minutes walk down the street, which I always find it a long journey to accomplish. Most of the time all my plans for the day are planned in this time…. I did not mind to look around the streets in the early morning hours (which would have become cherishable memories)
But I guess that day was planned for me differently.

With my thoughts as usual wandering around my work, and yeah I remembered to put a remainder in my mind to call my mom in the evening to tell her about the dream I had the previous night, ah...then I just noticed a small girl calling me from other side of the road; I looked around and walked to her wondering whether I know her from before.

She gave me a broad smile and handed me a bunch of balloons to blow them for her. I looked at my watch and I thought I would tell her a Sorry, but it was only in my thoughts…I was almost done filling the air, tied a knot around the balloons and handed it to her praying that none of the balloons should burst or weaken.
She took it carefully and pulled me down to give me a warm Kiss. I was little surprised by her act, but what surprised me more was when she let the balloons go. It went so high that no one could catch. I was afraid to look at her face, with a heavy heart, I turned slowly....oh I could see her waving hands at the balloons…..she pulled me down again, but this time she whispered in my ears that the balloons are going to heaven and she was happy letting them go…..I happily hugged her and waved her a goodbye and walked to my bus stop.

Thankfully we had many buses to our office…I sat in the bus, and then I realized that, " I was peeping through the window, looking for the balloons". I felt it would have been harder for me to let go things that I adore. But that day I realized the real happiness is letting things go rather than holding it to ourselves.
I learnt that, only simple things in life brings the real joy…Some things in life happen all of a sudden, that you are bound to change and realize that you are not the same anymore!!

The next day when I started from home, I took time to look around the world and its nature which I always wanted to admire, and the few people I passed by too...letting my bus go...

That’s how all it started

I wish I could write each moment of my life……
Wishing there is always someone to listen to my words……

When I thought about writing....the first thing that came to my mind is “My Diary”....”the secret pages of one’s own mind”!!

I guess I was in my 6th grade…my dad handed me this beautiful diary. Excited and amazed by the look of it (guess I should have got bored of the usual ruled notebooks!!), I started writing poems (oh...that’s how I name it then, though they are not), and then I used to do this, cutting some pictures from my little brother’s book and sticking it in my Diary, but now when I flip the pages of my Diary though I stopped writing a long time ago, it seems that my childhood days were not too long gone. The diary still reminds me of each and every moment of those days…I could look back….

Mind though amazing, etches those special moments, hiding them deep inside our heart…and yet keeps the fear and worries above them…
How many of us could remember those happiest moments.....the childhood memories??

No one could ever remember the moments just passed by,
The way we feel for something at this moment might change the very next moment....
Only way to remember the feelings is to write it down at that moment… (Or at least according to me…)
So here I am to blog my moments of Joy and Pain,

My thoughts, beliefs, Wishes, Regrets and my little Stories…

This blog is my thoughts...
the 'Thoughts I can Keep and share'.


[PS: Some things are meant to be shared between one’s own heart and mind…those things will be kept secret…]