A /एक  ★ Single Power ★ Part -I

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A drop of water shakes hand with others,

United they give life to the mother Earth,

Forms the springs, the rivers and the ocean,

Evaporates one by one to form the clouds,

Then pour down in the form of rain,

A drop is what farmer’s hopes are pinned upon,

A drop is sigh of relief for those worried face,

It is also the reason for the loss of precious lives

   ( farmers suicides are the most unfortunate , and can be avoided if the Government and non-governmet agencies can help them in rain-water harvest techniques. it is not just loss for the family but to the world at large)
        A drop of tear shakes hand with others,

        And flows in a stream from the eyes,

        Sometimes as a symbol of gratitude,

        Sometimes a joy of reunion,

        Sometimes as an expression of grief,

        Sometimes flows without any reason,

       Just to cleanse the soul.

A seed grows into mighty tree standing tall,

A grass spreads to form carpet of greens,

A seed gives a fruit delicious to eat,

A flower on barren branch gives it a lease of life.

             A storm destroys everything in it’s wake,

             A careless word breaks strongest bonds,

            A loving gesture mends the broken hearts,

            Hate is taking away thousands of innocent lives,

            “PEACE” is a word which is striving to survive,

             A word has the power to change the world,

            So please think what you want to say after the “A”
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“Mamma, in the Meantime”: Tony Luciani’s Intimate and Playful Images of His Nonagenarian Mother

It touched my heart so deeply. The pictures does speak thousand words.

On Art and Aesthetics

Mamma Elia, a ninety-four-year-old great-grandmother, is the subject of “Mamma, in the Meantime” – a series in which she narrates her daily experiences of living with dementia through tableaux vivants directed by her son, Tony Luciani, an Ontario-based artist. Documented over the course of three years, this dialogue between mother and son depicts the passage of years and articulates a profound sense of loss. But it manages to remain funny, even upbeat. A variety of domestic props – from ovens and skateboards to easels and binoculars – come together in shots that exude warmth and evoke affection.

“Together, we have created a collection of images and anecdotes dealing with issues surrounding the loneliness of aging and the mourning of unrealized childhood dreams,” says Tony. “After WWII, when my mother was thirteen, she had an arranged marriage to a twenty-six-year-old stranger. My mother and her husband, Giovanni, eventually emigrated from Italy…

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LOVE-Tender & Strong

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Image courtesy Artist Suman Gupta (www.sumangupta.com) 

Precious is the love in all forms, 

It is pure, untouched and undiluted, 

It is colorless, formless and limitless, 

It is fearless, selfless and boundless. 

 It bind the hearts and the soul, 

It gives courage to move ahead, 

It is strong enough to face fiery storms, 

Have you ever wondered at the same time, 

It is so very delicate and tender, 

That it can not take the weight,

The weight of deceit or fraud, 

It crushes and crumbles at once, 

So please handle IT with utmost care. 

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Daily prompt :Tender

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Distant not so Distant

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. . .  A glimpse of my world. . . 

( Just couldn’t find any frame with all of you, so please forgive me) 

There are millions and millions in this World, 

A few millions in the country, 

A million or so in the State, 

A few thousands in the town, 

A few hundred in the area, 

A hundred or so in the neighborhood, 

A few in the same house, 

But the one residing in my heart, 

I can count on my fingers tips,

They are never Distant from my thoughts, 

As they are in my Gratitude list everyday. 

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Daily prompt :  Distant

LOVE – A BEAUTIFUL MESSAGE 

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A friend shared this.  A monk explains the love, attachments and relationships so beautifully 

When people say we love someone, their expectations from the relationship rises. And they feel the other person is duty-bound to fulfill all their desires. They are looking to bind others to them, want them to think their way. 

In school time, we used to  trace maps for geography  by using tracing paper, so that we can have exact shape and size. (those days there  was no web to just take a print out). People also expect the same in relationships, especially in marriage and love. They consciously or otherwise want their partners to be like them. 
Daily propmt : Trace

Footprints-An Impression

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Footprints on the sand so deep and intense

Leaving a trail behind,

A wave comes rushing to fill up the steps

Leaving nothing behind,

Why then we repeatedly walk on edge for

Leaving nothing behind,

Even the impression of the journey is only in mind

Leaving nothing behind,

So my dear friends be grateful for forgetfulness

It leaves nothing behind.
daily prompt :    Impression
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Gratitude – ‘Precious Moments’ 

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Today I am posting my 50th thought, this one for my Son Arihant (Twinkle). He gave me one of my most cherished relation – MASSI


Precious moments in my treasure box, 

They are my inspiration and memories too, 

They are the reason for my gratitude, 

When I held him in my arms for the  first time, 

The Twinkling eyes filled my heart with love, 

His warmth enriched my soul, 

Priceless moment out of my treasure box. 


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Fear – Can anyone Justify Part-III

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Fear -PART III



                      ‘We are not afraid of the darkness but the fear of not able to see anything
We talk about gender equality. Have we ever thought from where this inequality comes from.? When a child is born, does he/she starts behaving according to the gender. When hungery does a boy cry differently then a girl, or smile or laugh differently. No, it does’nt. It is the parents or other people who make differentiation. Blue for the boy and pink for the girl. If a baby boy is dressed in pink, do you think he will protest or vise-a-versa. The grown ups give dolls to the girls and cars to the boys. Slowly the distinction start getting more and more marked

Right from the early years the boys are made aware that they are strong. Don’t weep when you fall down and get hurt, because you are a strong boy. And poor child in the fears of appearing weak, puts on a brave front.. When he comes crying because some other child beat him or he lost while playing, what is parents response? Oh, you are a boy, be strong and next time fight back and give him nicely.

So by the time child is ready to start schooling, he is well aware of his superiority and expectations attached to it and he is constantly under pressure to behave accordingly. Through out the school years he is pushed to go for sports and other things which will make him strong and masculine. Poor child just because of fear he may do things which he may not enjoy or like. But who has the time to ask him what he would like to do, be it parents, teachers or others around him. Even if they know, it may not be a good idea in their opinion.

By the time he reaches age 20, it is cemented in him that he has to earn a living and take the responsibilities of family being male member. And he is constantly under the pressure to perform well. For the fear of upsetting his parents, he would choose the career according to their expectations. After all as a son he is duty-bound. Do we realise the plight of a young man, who has fear of not being successful. He may have different aspirations and expectation from life but most of the time he would not dare to venture. What if it does not work out? He may become a subject of radicule among the society. As he goes further the fears keep increasing, to perform better. After marriage to be an ideal husband and a father. Poor thing , he dare not think about himself as an individual. Is’nt ‘rooted in fear’ says it all. 

Fear has a crippling effect on not just body but mind also. We associate fear with only external factors but it is more to do with our own self. The question is how to remove it? First of all, we need to acknowledge it and then try to get over it little by little. If it is too late for present generation, we can make a conscious effort to set our children free from the burden of expectations. This may pave the path towards living without fear of failure.

This is in continuation on of fear series PART – I & II

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