Close your eyes immerse in the tranquility it is priceless
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HAIKU # 156
Life is a river
Flowing without any pause
Moments memory
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Precious moments – Joy of Innocence
No words can describe the pleasure of watching pure love❤
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GRATITUDE MOMENTS-MOTHER’S DAY
Smt. Shanti Devi
Smt Pushpa Vaid
When I look back at my formative years two women come to my mind. Both my grandmothers . One my mothers mother (Shanti Devi) & other my mothers *Massi (Pushpa Vaid)
*Mother’s sister.
Today I pay tribute to them for being exceptional human beings. Humble, kind , gentle yet strong and well-read. None of them had much formal education. But their knowledge of Hindu scriptures and Vedas amazes me even today.
They taught me the value of time. Reading RAMAYANA, GITA and other books during their free time instead of gossip. Telling us stories of our rich cultural and religious heritage in the form of stories and bhajans (devotional songs) and teaching by their own example the simple and honest ways of life. They may not have their names mentioned in History but would definitely be part of my storytelling to my grandchildren as I owe them my value system.
My deepest Gratitude and respect for these two amazing women on ‘MOTHER’S DAY” ❤❤💙
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PRECIOUS MOMENTS – GRATITUDE
M
I am never lonely thanks to my friends :
The Stars
The Ocean
The Sky
The Sand
The Air
The River
The Trees
The Flowers
The Springs
The Rain
They Embrace me unconditional
With my Weaknesses
With my strengths
With my Truth
With my Silence
With my Empty hands
When I dissolves in Gratitude for their existence my creative thoughts are born.
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Why my hands are rough and coarse
M
Dedicating to the every woman 👩. I am sure this has been faced by most of us at one time or others. An introspection for The children (irrespectivs of gender) and husbands
Why are hands rough and coarse?
Is a question I am asked
By my own children and others
Sometimes accused sometimes ridiculed
Doing the dishes countless times a day,
Using the detergent full of chemicals,
Using washing powders full of sodas
Not withstanding the harshness
The clothes fade away after a few washings
I use it day after day,
Year after year till my end,
So that you eat in clean dishes
And wear clean clothes
You dare to ask ????????
Why are my hands rough and coarse ?
When we are going out
Why I can not dress-up properly ?
Wear high heels and do my hair?
Has anyone spared a single thought?
After one hour of ironing
And few hours of cleaning the house
My back is stiff and feel too tired,
To even think of going out.
But still with a smiling face
Join you in your fun
You dare to ask???????
Why I can not dress-up properly ?
Wear high heels and do my hair?
I agree world won’t stop when I am gone
You may hire helping hands
To cook,wash and do the dishes
But you will not find anyone waiting
To serve you hot meals and watch you lovingly
When you browse your mobile while eating
Oblivious to the fact that I was also hungry
I don’t expect any accolades or rewards
But then don’t deserve insensitivity on your part
You may find many friends and well-wishers
But there would never be a blessing hand
Or a warmth of selfless embrace
Love me for your own sake
So that you don’t feel guilty
When I am gone.
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Precious Moments
M
(Anil uncle and massi -our sunshine)
Precious moments in my treasure box,
They are my inspiration and memories too,
They are the reason for my gratitude,
He opened his arms and heart for us,
He is the blessing of the Father above,
He shelters us from storms of life,
He held our hands when tides were rough,
Numerous moments of his love & compassion,
Are Priceless moments of my treasure
I don’t believe in celebrating a particular day, as all days are worth celebrating.
But the Father’s Day is a reminder to us that we lost our father, but someone said that he is not like a father but a father. Thanks Anil Uncle for standing with us in our best and worst times. Walking on the path of life, we have looked up to you for guidance and support, and you have always stood by and for us.
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Gratitude – ‘Precious Moments’
M
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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Gratitude – ‘Precious Moments’
M
Precious moments in my treasure box,
They are my inspiration and memories too,
They are the reason for my gratitude,
When my son held me in his arms,
Silent embrace worth thousand words,
Priceless moment for my treasure box.
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HEAL The THOUGHTS
M
When I Walk with self companion,
With only setting Sun in the view,
Soft sand under my feet,
Listening to music of the waves,
With the silence so profound,
Is the time I look at my thoughts
They have accumulated during the day.
. Some. I discard being irrelevant,
. Some are amusing and enjoyable,
. Some are sad, some are angry,
. Some are lovable, some are amazing,
Some are so very precious,
That they need special care
. I heal them softly with all my love
. By the end of my walk I feel light,
As I have sieved through the chaos of the day,
And cleared the space for the next day.
If the next day comes I am ready
Else there is no baggage to carry with me.
Daily Prompt. Heal
In the World of Thoughts 