…as if there is no tomorrow!!

This was the day I never waited for

The butterfly flew away as if there is no tomorrow

I could never understand the bond

the flowers shared with the butterfly

Neither was it a factual love nor a true friendship bond.

Was it Platonic or just a feeling, I know not!

Any relation will not justify the flowers’ thoughts

The thoughts which were left orphan today!

She might have laughed and called them insane

But why did the flowers sob as if there is no tomorrow?

I would call as always -

Never in the twist of fate nor in the heavenly disguise

Will she return back.

Wishing the “best wishes” and a “Good bye”

from any star or planet was not easy

And not even from the far away Pluto.

But why did the flowers stood with a smile

To bid the final bye as if there is no tomorrow?

It might have all started with the butterfly’s presence

But, the ballad will never be written on her again…

The flowers have many wishes to be fulfilled

And the whole world is yet to be embraced with its’ fragrance

I wish them to blossom ever again as if there is no tomorrow!

It is written!

Once in a while stroll down the avenue

And imagine a carefree life with all the good health,

imagine your needs are satisfied with all the worldly things you aspire for

Imagine you are living the life you always wanted to live

Imagine you could turn all your wishes to reality

And imagine no restrictions in the way you think with no strings attached

What can be an ideal life?

I fail to understand every time I wonder why and how

It appears to me always, I am just an insignificant actor

With a script very well written in the book of life

And very well directed in this fascinating world

Try to change the way you live and enjoy the adventure

Change often as if it is inevitable

Change the script of your life and again you will be taught – It is all written!

On Children...

Recently came across a beautiful poem written by Kahlil Gibran – a well known poet whose work is full of lyrical outpouring and expresses his mystical nature.

On Children…

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.