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the Journey of my mind

I cannot write poetry . However,what I write, I cannot call it prose. Whenever I've shown it to someone they said it was poetry. You read and decide then let me know



Wednesday, 5 November 2025

Gift

 Every day is a gift we  live.

Our lives mere coffers to hold these gifts.
Some are large and some are small,
But blessed we are all.


When  our coffers are  to the brim,
And no more gifts can we receive ,
Then full our lives will be
With all the blessings  received .


So let us    enjoy the gifts of life
And fulfill  the purpose that is ours to give.
Whether  we shall be or not be
Let it be the Almight's worry .

The Leaf

 

I am rolling in lullness.

There's a stillness around.
Now and then a soft breeze blows ,
And  I  flutter  in and out.
In that bare autumn tree
I am one of those leaves,
Refusing to fall.
Holding on strong.
My aging yellowness
Makes me stand out.
Though I am not  supple and green anymore,
I am rough, tough and  ,
crunchier than ever before.
I  will have to fall one day,
Melt into the earth or
Flutter away.
Till then I hold on strong
Daring the wind to make me fall.




Wednesday, 6 January 2021

Free wheeling

1.My life,  
pages after pages 
Spiral bound with
memories.

2 Suddenly from the realms of my subconscious, springs this man.
Light cream shirt, brown trousers, stylishly dishevelled hair, standing on the road, in the middle of nowhere.


3.Aging to me is enigma.
If you have lived so long, you now know that you could die any day.
We never stop wanting to stop clinging onto youth. We visit salons, , do face firms and skin stretches. We cannot see our once taut skins  slowly sagging and wrinkling as deseases creep in .
I used to see my handsome father wilting away. How his legs thinned and body gave away. One day the pain overtook and he stopped smiling. But I remember the sweetest smile that he gave me when I visited him out of turn in the hospital. He was so happy .
It was a wonder, when he had lost count of days, he remembered my birthday. The moment I entered the ward for my evening visit , he said Happy Birthday.
That moment will remain engraved in my mind.

Yesterday , when I was in the diagnostic centre getting my self tested, a patient was brought down from the ICU for some tests. He was restless  .I was reminded of my father. His suffering s had started already this time last year




4 I visited my Uncle yesterday
  How age has withered him!
  How frail has he become!
  He swayed when he got up to walk
  His fingers trembled when he  tried to make a call.

 I watched my aunt who was once so stylish,
 I watched  how she had suddenly turned old
 I  witnessed their process of aging
 I felt death hammering on the door once more.
 We spoke of health,
 We spoke of illnesses
We spoke of what may happen if one of them die
 I sensed the fear,
 I sensed the sadness
But I enjoyed they old age love.

 When young, you may fight
You may not care,
You misunderstand and 
May have misgivings.
The when suddenly one day 
You realise that you are old--
You fall in love once again.


With children gone
leading their lives afar
The nearest you have is your spouse.
 You have made memories together,
You have , travelled together,
You have had children together,
Through thick and thin you have remained together
 So now you have only each other

 My heart filled with sadness once more
As i witnessed the decadence of life
One day you want so much
Next day  its nothing as such
 then suddenly it will be   Just



  Really. All is not lost.
 Hope begets hope. Joy begets joy,
I know that some day my dreams will merge to form a concrete reality. My subconscious mind wields its power, pulling me towards destiny.. Its is there , it is there. Hope hope every where.

 I will not stop till I face my truth,, till i do what i am meant to do. 

 GREEN GRASS BEFORE ME, the windows open, light breeze pushes the curtains now and then,
 I am content.

 I write, I shape, I walk, I gain as beauty surrounds me  I am thankful to God and look up towards heaven.







  
 I 





Tuesday, 15 September 2020

Dead

 Another Moment

It was the last day.

My mother refused to stay in bed

I put her on my feet ,

Held her  to my body 

And walked  her  to the TV room


I sat her down,

Propped her  with pillows

Lay my head on her shoulders 

 Held her close  and sang her a song

She corrected me when I went wrong .


After a while   I  said good bye.

It was Diwali.

I went for a party

I played cards the whole night


I returned  when it was early morn .

Got ready for bed.

 Just then my father called

Maa was dead

Sunday, 19 April 2020

The mind sometimes

Nothing seems to change
Boredom sets in easily.

How easily can I say _
"Nothing is happening these days"

When everything about life is about change.

The sky is not the same everyday,
My thoughts are ever changing,
Every day I get a little older
And every step that I take
Takes me closer towards my destiny.


There is so much that we don't see
And so less that we see
That we often miss the signposts
In our hurry to be happy.

What can really make one happy?
The bird, the sky?
A new dress or
Success?

What is success?
Money?Car?
A new job?
A promotion?
Your children going abroad
Or plenty in the bank stashed away?

I have no answer to these many questions.
I myself is a seeker of happiness,
A ever wanting unsatisfied mind
Trying to reach one goal after another.
Forgetting to see the sky
and the trees .
Smell the earth,
Feel the wind,
Watch the moon and
Thank God for everyting

Trials

Hazy
Misty
Cloudy
Wintery.

Alone in this  hazy , misty, dawn.

I  wake to a cloudy, wintery morn.


Loving
Caring
Slowly
Growing.
 
Slowly growing from that detached  being
I am now a loving caring evolved self.
 
 
 
Working
Learning
Trying
Evolving
 
Working and Learning in this pandemic world
Trying , evolving to  the new conditions unfurled 
 

I see

               Running.
              Rushing.
           Struggling.
        Striving.
   Hurrying
      
For what?
       
         Money?
              Curry?
                 Study?
                    Marry?
                         Baby?

 For what ?

                         Living.
                      Dreaming.
                  Wishing.
              Fulfilling.

Then what ?

                 Loving.
                     Caring.
                           Hurting
                                  Aging.
                                        Dying.
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