Wonderful Creation

The Nature of a woman can be found amidst nature and in the change of seasons and is as sustaining and lasting as the Universe.

The person from whom life springs and flows and waters many a child who crosses paths with her in the many journeys of life.

Her love is the rain that falls upon parched faces eager to soak it all up.

Her correcting rebuke is like the wind which is a turmoil at first followed by a caress for us to understand our wrong doing.

She plays multiple roles and assumes diverse forms and is the last resort for her children to cry for help when trapped in the quicksands of life.

She happens to be the Oasis which a man mirages in the desert of life.

She happens to be the Sun who sustains life in all who is under her shadow.

As a mother, a wife, a sister, a child, she looks up to you in adulation.

If only man could respect her for what she is and pay obeisance to the wonderful Lord who put His genius to work while He envisaged about her. ..

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Perceptions

Ganga had come late to school today also. The teacher chided her for being late every now and then. She was late most of the days in a month, let alone some days when she was absent. The only municipal school that stood at the periphery of  the village had an assortment of pupils drawn from various walks of life from the village residents.

Little did the teacher know that Ganga’s day started at 4 in the morning. She had to supply milk from Lalchand Seth’s diary to around 25 households which used to get over by 5:30 and go to Ratan Seth’s house to wash and clean the dishes.
Today the teacher had had enough and decided to give the punishment to the little girl. As she stretched out our hands for the cane to land, the teacher’s eyes fell upon the marks on the hands. It was full…

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Start your day with baked words

Life is a mystery that unfolds as one lives it…

An enemy is an adversary who is only tough as you make him to be…

A wife is a companion who seeks good company in you…

In every new job you need to prove yourself and the fact that you have a job, is a proof in itself…

Enjoy the birds and the bees for they teach you to be carefree and change your anxious nature…

Birds of Bahrain — Mad about Birding and Travel

For those who are mad about birds this is a wonderful post from a great birdie blog…

“What does Bahrain have to do anything with birds?”, you can ask. And you are mostly not mistaken. It is an island nation in the Middle East, meaning it would be completely a desert or aleast arid, it rarely if at all gets mentioned in birding blogs and one would most likely not have ever […]

via Birds of Bahrain — Mad about Birding and Travel

Questions of Life

The green grass is trampled upon
The shrubs wither due to lack of care
The bushes catch fire as they flourish
The flowers sit in glamour vases
Till they slowly wither away
The trees stand still, fall after fall
Till one day they too meet theirs
What different does it make
If born a plant or as a human?
We share a similar biology
Be it Botany or Zoology…

Escape to Eternity

burnt forest
Courtesy; Gettyimages

Sometimes a visual disaster comes as a hidden blessing. At times, you never know how the Lord appears to mend your lives. I hope you enjoy this on the occasion of Good Friday.

I took off fast on my horse
when I saw the forest on fire
You, who had ventured deep
amidst the pines, a while ago
dried as they were in the heat
scorching it was, this summer 
a fire had started somewhere
had built itself now into a crown.

The logs of timber reduced to tinder
the horse though nervous did speed
through streaks of fire amid crashing pine
the dense smoke had made us to wheeze
wasn’t  getting difficult for us both
could we surrender to the elements?
when you were there somewhere 
lost yet near, waiting to be found.

As we gate crashed the rising flames
we did spy a patch of grass where
you were seen lying unable to move
with a heavy branch having fallen
that felled you as it came down
Tying the rope to the half burnt log
I asked my dear steed to back off
And then was, the tinder got moved.

I pulled dear you from underneath
Just as the fire seemed to engulf us all
‘Down you kneel’ I cried out to the horse
Helping you who could not now stand
to mount the stallion who was once
a part of a long forgotten battalion
then I jumped on to the stirrup 
And how we sped, only the Lord knows.

With the fire singing on our heels
He stopped only when we were out
of the woods which had caught fire
But it kindled the lost love in us
never any fire can burn it down
nor the earth can engulf us down
partners we were, we will remain
Till these burnt woods remain…