Trees

When trees pause to think,
flowers bloom.
And look at our foolish desire,
The moment something fragrant emerged,
we chopped its neck off.

A friend

We share the lunch time together. She isn’t in the canteen food. So she brings her tiffin with her. Nice round plastic box, having few chapatis and sometimes vegetables too. Thanks to her, I get home cooked meal, every now and then.

 Deepti, that’s her name. A senior to me in office, but a friend once we are off the table.

The conversations we make during tiny breaks, goes from, something funny in office, a gossip, to her marriage and her life before getting married in Mumbai, a city she loves till date and then she talks about me and listens to whatever I have to say.

She is definitely more experienced but when she smiles, it’s like a child with a new toy, each time.

I find so much to learn from her.

From that heartfelt smile to cooking a great meal for an unexpected guest.

A lot to learn.

A lot to remember.

And a lot to be thankful for.

Time to Let it go

It is always important to know when something has reached its end. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, it doesn’t matter what we call it; what matters is to leave in the past those moments in life that are over.

Forgive and Forget

I forgive the tears I was made to shed, I forgive the pain and the disappointments, I forgive the betrayals and the lies, I forgive the slanders and intrigues, I forgive the hatred and the persecution, I forgive the blows that hurt me, I forgive the wrecked dreams, I forgive the stillborn hopes, I forgive the hostility and jealousy, I forgive the indifference and ill will, I forgive the injustice carried out in the name of justice, I forgive the anger and the cruelty, I forgive the neglect and the contempt, I forgive the world and all its evils… I also forgive myself. May the misfortunes of the past no longer weigh on my heart. Instead of pain and resentment, I choose understanding and compassion. Instead of rebellion, I choose the music from my guitar. Instead of grief, I choose forgetting. Instead of vengeance, I choose victory. I will be capable of loving, regardless of whether I am loved in return, of giving, even when I have nothing, of working happily, even in the midst of difficulties, of holding out my hand, even when utterly alone and abandoned, of drying my tears, even while I weep, of believing, even when no one believes in me… So it is. So it will be.

To My Wife

To My Wife by Oscar Wilde.

(Just few favorite lines of my brother) 

I can write no stately proem
As a prelude to my lay;
From a poet to a poem
I would dare to say.
For if of these fallen petals
One to you seem fair,
Love will waft it till it settles
On your hair.
And when wind and winter harden
All the loveless land,
It will whisper of the garden,
You will understand.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Following are the lines written by Robert Frost. 

Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep. (This para !!!!)