Positive reflections can alter the course of our lives while turning around the life experiences. It is often how we see things that makes a big difference.
When the moments in life are so sweet that… the little voice in your head says …’it cant last ‘…
Just care enough to tell yourself, ‘Maybe its about to get better….💖😊💖
True peace flows
In the Middle path.
In between the extremes
Of nature is the path.
Extreme states create vulnerability
For the very strength of rigidity.
Is in its ability to structure into solidity
But solidity may not quantify solidarity.
Shaping matter to form
Is prone to creating cracks
In the spaces between shapes
And gaps are prone to fragility.
To thrive in the optimum
Is to value continuum
Which brings adaptability
Along with acceptability.
Our beautiful world
This ball of blue
Has much at stake
In these times of vulnerability
Our nations may play on
With tactics and goodwill
Balancing acts in deliberation
Taking much in consideration
To reach out
To stay put
To align
To withdraw
For extreme states
Are a weakness in itself
Extreme powers by itself
A very dangerous tool.
Denoting self destruction
As much as calamity in chaos
The solution is thus
Steering in the middlepath.
When structure get too rigid
Allow spaces for destress
When situations becomes hostile
Breath in to empathise
When war of words ensues
Consider the art of negotiations
For it is never bullets that truly win
It is people who do.
Steer in the path of peace
Allay fears and acknowledge the futility
Of living in the extremes.
Tread in awareness of the middle path.
Peace is not won in battles
Peace reigns in the heart of man
Make way for inner light to step out
Let peace and goodwill guide the way!
Blazing sun
Scorching sands
Sizzling days
Humid nights
Awaiting relief
Summer to rain
First shower
Fragrant earth
Heavenly delight
Rainy holidays
Feeling cool
Corn on cobs.
Cheap thrills
Small puddles
Splashing water
Rain coats and caps
Unfolding umbrellas
River on streets
Muddy water
Flooding roads
Chaotic confusion
Delayed trains
Traffic stops
People stranded
Rainy days turn dreary
All wet and weary
Hoping for relief
From incessant downpours
Awaiting a change
Of the Season in question
Life is circle
Of seasons in cycles
Each births and gives way
For another, on its way.
Amidst it all
Are those little glimmers of hope
Understated and unsaid
Unseen and unspoken
Little joys of being
That makes you make it…
Through yet another day.
These glimmers of hope
Though seasons may change
Hope is here to stay!
Savvy
Well, this one turned out to be a really long walk through the seasons!🙂 But seriously, as I started thinking of the changing seasons, with winter knocking our welcome door, I realised how much harsh winter could get for someone far away as well. So it goes for the other seasons…
Yet every season is a magical gift, and leaves us with glimmers of hope!
We do need our seasons to come and go like they always do, one after the other for then, all is well with our world. 🙂
Beautiful flower
Tell me your secret
How unassuming of you
To show up with so much beauty
All for a single day in the sun?
Beautiful flower
You paint a lovely picture
Of hope and positivity
Of endearing tenderness
That speaks much without a word.
Beautiful flower
Your colour makes my day better
Having seen you blossom in full glory.
You awaken a sense of purpose
In one and all relentlessly every day.
Beautiful flower
Your sight brings joy
Your touch gentleness
Your being fragrance
You are a sight to behold!
Beautiful flower
My heartfelt gratitude to you.
For bestowing us all, your grace of being.
Today and every day!
Savvy
A few pictures that I clicked this morning in my terrace garden. I don’t know the names of these beauties but I do know they made me reflect with a certain gladness, simply partaking in a vision of their tender presence.
Weathered and worn
I lie here today
In this moment
That you look at me
I know so many thoughts
May pass your way
Memories that only can fathom
Of a time passed long by
You and I
Have lived through
Those days protecting
Your dear child
Through rough weather
Your mother’s affection
I can sense till today
As you would lovingly
Clothe your precious baby
With me
I know we are privy
To those special times
When you child lived in me
Played and fed with me on
How many times
You would carefully wash dry
And iron me out
And keep me clean and warm
All ready for your baby to wear
Your baby may never know me
But you and I
We have a special bond
A recall of those memorable times
That we shared
Until one fine day
She outgrew me.
Today you found me
As you left me
Deep in the closet
Among the old and discarded
But am I glad to be caressed with love
And photographed with joy
And reminisced about…
For in this moment
Your little gesture
Touches my being
For I feel I have served my purpose well
Thank you as well
For choosing me
And caring to keep me with you
All these years and maybe more!!!
With love
❤An old baby dress ❤
Found my daughter’s old baby dress and I was suddenly transported back in time…
Today my daughter is indeed all grown up. I took a picture of this little dress and shared it with my daughter who studies in a land far away…
The nurturing years of her childhood flashed by and I sat down to pen my reflections…
