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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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