Walks with Strangers

Morning or evening walks

Everytime crossed

On the same path

Initially a hesitant smile

Then a broader one

Then a casual wave

Then a tentative Hi

Then a greeting

Then a small talk

One day we sit together

A Shared conversation

Begining of the journey

From strangers to friends

 

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A breeze A moment

Today on the walk

Silent breeze

Silently brought the moment

Deeply buried in my memory

A long time ago

A tear and a laughter

Caught my eyes

At the same time

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Random- Walking with myself

When I reflect

There is only me Alone

Walking with myself

With no compulsions

No need to break the Silence

When sand sinks my feet

The wave washes them

The bliss engulf me

That is the perfect moment

Of celebration of Breath

And of SELF

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MOHANJI- A Conscious

On the auspicious occasion of MOHANJI’S ( my GURUJI ) birthday expressing my gratitude for his Grace.

(Pic courtesy Artist Suman Gupta @ https://www.sumangupta.com )

With Every passing year,
I believe less and less in Miracles,
I don’t want to be rescued,
From the hardships of life,
There are so many odds,
Lots of everyday struggles,
But instead of running away,
I simply stand there,
They pass away.

Nor much I take personally these days,
But it was not the case always,
I AM WITH YOU ALWAYS
HE told me so many times,
The moment I stopped searching,
HE is everywhere,
In the whisper of my prayers,
In the warmth of my breath,
In the ocean of love,
What changed ?
When MOHANJI blessed my being,
Nothing much outwardly,
But deep inside nothing is same,
Fears anxiety insecurities,
Vanished into thin air,
Gratitude Surrender Peace,
Are my companions these days,

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MASSI – My Mother

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Every day we thank our mothers in so many ways but today it being “Mother’s day” is a reminder for us to say it in a special way. For us (Me, my brother Sanjay, and sister (Joy) our Massi is our mother our world. Massi (mother’s sister) means like mother, but she has treated us like her own children and stood by us in each and every moment of our joys and sorrows. In today’s world it is rear to find love so selfless and so profound. No words of gratitude could express what you mean to us.

Her embracing arms are our shelter,

Her soft hands have the healing magic,

Her wisdom a guiding light in our path,

Where would we find love so pure?

It is only in her beautiful eyes.

             She said you are never alone,

            She said you are part of my world,

            She said I am the rock you can lean on,

            She said all your sorrows are mine,

           She cries when we are in pain,

           She Laughs when we are happy,

            She said my home is yours,

   Where would we find someone like her,   

    We thank her everyday in thousand ways,

     Her being in our life is blessing of GOD,

     MAA(mother) represents HIM on this earth,

     But in our life HE had send two representatives,

        One was our mother and other is our MASSI,

         Today is a day to salute her and say Thank you,

         For showering us with her unconditional love.


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I am thankful for the tag

Hi All, 

Appreciate and thank you Deepika from DeepikasRamblings for the tag. It is first time for me and felt so nice to see your message. 

I started reading Deepika’s blogs through Daily prompt. I can relate to her writings as it express the everyday feelings as a mother and as a simple individual. 

Visit her space for more reading

 https://deepikamanohar.wordpress.com
Now for the rules of the game :

1. Name 3 things you are thankful for

2. Nominate some fellow bloggers to continue the TAG

3. Device a logo for your TAG. 

The 3 things I am thankful for :

1. My breath- I am all the time conscious that I am alive because of the breath and everything follows it. So I am grateful to be in this moment which is my only reality 

2. To the universe which is limitless and boundless. All my inspiration to write comes when I connecf to this powerhouse of energy. 

3. Thankful to wordpress which  has given me a space to express, connect and appreciate the people who are generous with their likes, comments and follow each other’s bloggs. Since I started blogging I feel amazed by so many different perceptions on same topics. I am really grateful to all my fellow bloggers for taking time to read my humble blogging efforts. 

I nominate following Bloggers for the TAG

Anisha, devanjanc, kamal(boundlessblessingsblog), Smitha(Silver lining), Andrey(idealizeblog), Sangbad, Swise (light room)  Aishwarya (AR) 

3. Logo for my TAG

MOHANJI-Unconditional Love 

23rd of February Mohanji’s Birthday.  A few words of gratitude on this special occasion for the Master whose ‘Path of Pathlessness’ shows tbe way to JUST BE




Nothing is such a power force

It created the whole world 

Nothing but only Consciousness 

Connected me to my master”MOHANJI”

 I went to HIM for knowledge 

And an assurance for HIM to be with me

Smiling HE said I have nothing to give

So don’t expect anything from me

I only have unconditional LOVE

It is for all the beings on this earth 

And it is limitless and boundless 

You take it  untill you reflect ME

Once you see yourself as me

You are liberated and free

Then we can connect effortlessly 


#grace #love # gratitude 

Loss of self

“M” 

In the pitch dark night stillness,

The air whispering softly

The waves touching the shore silently,

Every element aware of the agony,

I could sense the warmth of that embrace, 

My head buried deep in my arms,

The mind wiped  of all the thoughts,

An emptiness settling  in my heart,

When I looked up and around, 

The glitter of my eyes was the only light, 

Through which  I saw her saying goodbye,

After sixteen years since she left, 

My search to see her as  a glittering star, 

Remains unfulfilled because of my misty gaze. 

Daily prompt 

Glitter

#mother #ma #pure #love

A day I never celebrated- VALENTINE’S DAY

​. “M” 


                                                     Dedicated to my better half Arun Prabhakar. 

Valentine’s day so much hype around a day, 

Some may be bestowed with too much love, 

While others may feel uncared and not loved, 

For me it is an ordinary day, 

The rain has made it special, 

And my “morning friends” are in a mood to play. 

            When i think of love it is not just for a day, 

             It is not in red roses or chocolates or a ring,

            It is not holding hands or forever vows, 

             These are just gestures which may fade away. 

For me love is to let other be,

To  let other have the freedom of choice,

To let other have a few thoughts of his/her own, 

To let other decide what he/she wants,

To let the other feel partner not a slave or sub-ordinate,

To let the other agree or disagree on the same thought, 

To walk apart but together not in front or behind, 

To live the love day-to-day in countless ways. 

                     I know I can decide matters minor to major,

                    I need no permission but just a communication, 

                    That is the Love which only fortunate may have

                    Yes,  after 17 years of marriage i may not had a Valentine’s day,

                    But Respecting my individual being is most precious gift, 

                   I get  from him  everyday ,

                   And it makes my everyday  -“ A Valentine’s day”

P.S.     Trust is the oxygen &  Giving space to each other is the life-line of a relationship. 

          WHO REMEMBERS YOU

                                                              
Today my morning friends triggered a thought

Who remembers you in their daily thoughts ?

The answer may not be what seems obvious

            For me they are my morning friends

            Everyday Silently they wait on window pane 

           What ever i give they accept happily

            And then we share a few moments of bliss

           They nibbling the grains and me sipping the coffee

           Then we part to meet again to watch the setting Sun

  You may forget the vendor who deliver the supplies

  He will remember you not for the business you give

  But for sharing his moments of joy and sorrows

  You may forget the old man on the street

  But he will remember you everyday 

   Enveloped in the warmth of blanket you gave

               You may be hugged or showered with loads of wishes

               By long list of family, friends and relatives 

                On your birthday or some other special days

                But small deeds done for strangers not for your gains

                Will give you the pleasure of being remembered everyday.