Penned thoughts

Live every single moment of life, without any remorse or guilt, with just the pride in the way you lived.  What if you could meet someone who is wise enough to teach you life lessons and has understood you much more than you yourself have? It could be an old friend, a grandparent or a mentor. The author, Mitch Albom, was lucky to get such an opportunity. If you have not got such a chance yet, stop worrying and read this book. Deadlines, promotions, assignments, projects, bills, family, money.... The list goes on and on. These are the things behind which we are running daily and try very hard to be happy and proud about it.  Amidst all these, sit back, relax and be a student. It might seem ironical, but this is what everyone of us is deprived of. Rating: 😊😊😊😊

Do we really need to have something in abundance to kindle the thought of giving? Is the joy of giving proportional to its value? Does the thought of sharing cross our minds when we possess something which might be a dream for others? Why is it so difficult to give away things which we know can easily be afforded by us? Are we selfish, frugal or evil? Isn't being empathetic a vital part of us? Don't you feel anything doesn't serve its purpose at the right time is equal to being non-existent? Isn't it a blessing to look at someone smile and know that you are one of the reasons for it? Finding solace in others' happiness is the most valuable gift one can give themselves. Hope you now know what to do when you want to treat yourself.

You are just a piece of paper, Without you, people are said to be poor. You travel everywhere around the world, Using you, everything is marked sold. Your abundance diminishes peace, On your shortage, life doesn't cease. Those who have less of you long for a little of you, Those who have more of you long for much more of you. Many think you are their life's key, You don't always bring happiness, they never see. Your presence gives them an attitude, In the end, they suffer from solitude. The rich never treat you with respect, You never would like it, I suspect. You never talk or laugh or soothe, They realize it the last time they breathe. You can never advice like a father, Nor can you worry like a mother. You cannot fight like a brother, Nor can you care like a sister. Never can you replace a friend, Whose affection will always transcend. Nor can you love like a wife, Without whom any man cannot thrive. You are just like an infatuation, Your...

It was a day to relax since it was a holiday. My mom and me had loads of plans for the day, which included a doctor visit and shopping. I was actually excited about the second part though. I had plans of booking a cab from my home. But you know, like all mothers, my mom didn't want to waste money and urged to go by bus. After a string of arguments, she won. Hence, I had to abide by it and we started walking towards the bus stop. It was an extremely hot day and after few minutes of waiting, I could feel beads of sweat trickling down my back. We could see a bus coming and hoped that it would be the bus which we were waiting for. But as the bus approached us, we realized that God had other plans. As it came to a halt, we and others waiting at the bus stop were covered with a humongous cloud of dust. I tried to cover my face with my veil and later realized its worthlessness. As the conductor blew the whistle for the bus to start, the sequence of events repeated. I was brimming with...

Love is blind, they said, True love is hard to find, I said. Love is lust, they said, It's all about trust, I said. Love forgets friends, they said, True friendship never ends, I said. Love is all about romance, they said, Love has no demands, I said. Love cripples on ego, they said, It's a part of life though, I said. Love is selfish, they said, It gives moments to cherish, I said. Love diminishes with distance, they said, It's all about persistence, I said. Love lets you down with burdens, they said. It offers itself in abundance, I said. Love transforms each and everyone. Love makes life beautiful. Spread love and enjoy being loved.

"I wonder if love is the ability to live with someone. Or the inability to live without them".                                                                                                 - Anonymous "Miracles cannot be explained. They exist for those who believe in them."                                                                                                 - Paulo Coelho "Be the change you want to see in the world."                     ...

He asked for her hand on a beautiful day, And she said yes since she felt the same way, Already being close friends, They became unbreakable as lovers. Their meeting was the work of destiny, On to bountiful years of journey, Each day passed without his company, With his voice soothing her like a symphony. Each second seemed like a year, Losing him was her biggest fear, She wanted to relive each memory of theirs, She came to realize how love was such a magical force. They were on either sides of the world, With so many dreams on hold. Even though they were miles apart, They were invincibly connected by heart. Her eyes were longing to see him smile, Her hands longed to feel his touch at least for a while, Her lips wanted a pair to rest on, And she yearned for his shoulder to lean on. They took a step into a new life, And he said with pride, she was his wife. From then on, his family became hers, New relationships bloomed like flowers. She caressed hi...

As she walks towards the altar, One last time as his daughter, His eyes gleam with pride, With her by his side. His love for her is a super power, Which will remain the same forever, Tears roll down like a river, He hugs her and she feels his body shiver. He is always her king and she, his princess, He is the cure in her times of distress, They have had lot of moments to cherish, Her love for him is never to diminish. As he gives his hand to her prince, With his face shining with bliss, She can feel his eyes speak, Which makes her feel slightly weak. With wedding bells ringing, And humming birds singing, They exchange rings, With a whole lot of blessings. As they step into a new life, As husband and wife, With a big bunch of dreams, Adding a lot of colors and themes. At this moment, she realizes, There are only two men in her life, One, who loves her expecting nothing in return, The other, who will never let her heart burn.

Confused since I'm born, we all look the same Breathe the same air, the food we eat is same Then why differentiate and cause such chaos At our own hands, we're nailed to the cross I dream of an India where each kid is born free  Free from the shackles snapped by such decree  The day we get united, The day we stop fighting That golden day we'll see the dawn of India Shining  The trigger to start writing a post on such a sensitive topic came from a series of incidents that I have witnessed over a long period of time. Each time I come across any incident related to caste based discrimination, I just wonder if God has spent so much time in marking a difference in all of his creations. For Him, every living being on Earth is the same. When the Almighty himself sees his creations as one, why have we divided them into thousands of groups?? Each time I witness any such incident, the sense of anger in me grows by hundred folds. And here I am, to vent out...