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Back From Shopping.

We came back from shopping, Ma was looking sad. I asked Ma-“Ma why are you sad?” She asked me to sit in front of her. I sat in front of her on a stool.

Then Ma said-“When we had gone to the market, then I wanted to buy a few things.”

Ma had saved some money to buy some things. When we had visited the markets, there were few things which were available there of the things which Ma wanted to buy. The things were wipes, one or two frying pans, a bottle of shampoo, few eatables, etc.etc.

But after picking up two things our budget was crossed and we couldn’t buy the rest of the things.

Ma explained this to me. So I said-“Ma for this you are upset.”

Ma-“Not only for that. There is one more thing.”

Me-“What Ma?”

Ma-“I wanted to buy two double scooped cone ice creams, while I could only buy two single scooped ice cream.”

On hearing those words from Ma, I felt sad, I felt as if Ma had become a small child and I also felt that I was looking at my own self.

If Ma had bought two double scooped cone ice cream , then nothing would have happened. But Ma kept the budget in control and didn’t overspend. I cheered Ma up and said-“The next time, Ma we would as many as double scooped ice creams as you want.”

Adios!     

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Weekly Activities.

Weekly activities keep us fit,

They make us happy so that we all don’t become a git,

An idle mind is a rubbish heap,

Which only manufactures loads of trash and keeps our minds uncleaned,

Which can’t be recycled,

Can’t be cashed.

It’s better to exercise,

Better to sing,

Better to draw,

Better to paint,

As without them our mind rings.

For maintaining weekly activities,

It requires a bit of patience and hard work,

But with good time,

All will be good,

As with hard work comes very good results,

With very good results,

Comes happiness of mind and heart,

But don’t be fooled,

Results vanish as they come,

They are like that beautiful smell,

Which lingers for a while.

So keep your mind steady,

Be ready, be well,

As weekly activities have to be done with spree and happiness,

As you and your self,

Know yourself the best,

As it is those weekly activities which keep us happy, truthful and ready to face life

Adios!

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The Stale Flowers.

The stale flowers are not to smell,

The stale flowers do not fall,

They have fallen a long time ago,

As they couldn’t soar the skies,

As they couldn’t reach the nigh,

The stale flowers were once beautiful,

The stale flowers were once flowers of which were all good,

But now they are being absorbed in the nature,

Rather than being trodden upon,

The stale flowers were once yellow,

Now that yellow is all gone,

It’s like they were never born,

Never been good,

Never have seen the day,

The flowers which were once yellow in colour

Are now nothing but stale.

Staleness is good, it doesn’t upset you.

Now what upsets is when nothing comes out of good.

Good remains good, state remains stale.

The flowers are naturally a part of the nature,

Whether they be stale or good,

It’s simply time and man’s play.

Adios!

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What Am I?

All Is Mine,

I have conquered the world,

There is nothing left to be seen,

Nothing is left to be eaten,

I am both complete and incomplete,

I am that which we all fear,

I am that whom we all carry,

I am that which often leads a man astray,

For I am that which cannot comprehend love.

What am I, that all is mine and can be mine?

Think and let me know.

Before you even let me know, I would be aware of it.

So, keep on thinking kidos……………………..

Adios!

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The Existence.

To feel that I exist in this world, makes me feel unaware of that, because that is unnatural. The sounds come in the brain that I am so and so. How does it feel when I listen and become quite off with it. The name what my parents gave me is a boat to sail on. I have a nickname and another for school and college certificates, passport and all. Am I really that with what you call me? Many times in my childhood I used to think what is all this? This thought was prevalent in the subconscious. Was it like that my original soul was telling me my real name and the sounds got propagated and came to my conscious which says that I am so and so in this birth. Again I took my name and questioned me what and what? It was like a small whirlpool in which I remained for sometime and then came out as I love you all. It all happened when the sunlight reached the verandah and I stood there. My existence is just like a confirmation of a post in an office. I listened to my breathe, ran to my mother, felt my heartbeat and oh! She is there cooking food. My school homework is also there and I am so much worried about my small world. I love to play with my toys. Oh! Vast is my creation.

My toys though police cars will not end up catching real thieves, only my treasured mind will play. See there was a toy cooking set. My restaurant was going there. Who bothers with the identity when all is mine? Please do not give me applause if I have done well. If you give then please don’t take it away because I have not changed. Please do not make me an object to be seen while I am absorbed in my creation. I will suffer my joy and fun and my privacy of cognition will lose its flow. Please let me be there in this world as hidden, as playing, as vast as I have chosen to be. In and with you all I have grown. Let me be like that all what I am.

Now worthiness I have to prove, because already I loved you. My heart I have given to you. Same I am still now. Give me my little space among you. If you cannot just forget me. My achievements will be yours only but name will again prove my existence. What do you say? I have gathered so much, my basket is full. Fill my heart with love from your heart. My highest friends are pouring it with abundance and waiting for your turn as love begets love which is life.

Adios!