One & Same

My dear friends, my readers. How have you been? A whole year has gone and a new one has started. Well, life goes on, people come into this world, and some leave, oh, so suddenly. The year ends with  celebration and also starts with it. There have been many who have had success and many innocents who have lost lives, and continue to do so. Why this conflict, why such pain we cause for each other? Does not our heart beat the same, the breath we take is the same, our mind is composed of the same emotions? We ALL feel happy ,sad, and frightened. We ALL lose hope, gain faith and conviction? We are in this together and together we must encourage change for the better. We need to think what a world are we leaving for our children?

Thus , today I post a poem, pondering about our existence and how we may be doing different things and live in different parts of the world, but we are ALL fundamentally the same. Many have done research, written books and poetry to ultimately come to the conclusion that we all are the same!

So, as I brew myself lotsa lovely coffee, and have some serious thoughts.Do enjoy this poem of mine.

One & Same

Ten fingers and ten toes,

Two eyes ,two ears,

And one nose.

In all the poetry and in all the prose,

Who are we?

No one knows?

No one Know!

Over oceans,

Over mountains,

Inside earth,

And outer space,

Whose are these hands?

These animals?

These clothes?

These wings?

Who is this face?

Our own story we try to trace,

Did we come form monkeys, earth or out of space?

Dig this place, dig that place!

 

Talk and talk, debate, debate!

 

Who are we?

Who were we?

Use psychology,

History,

Geography,

Sociology,

Economics and

Technology,

Who are we? Who are we?

A thousands of years of existence ,

And still we ask ,who are we?

 

Isn’t it very plain to see?

Two arms,

Two feet,

One heart that beats,

One brain,

And thirty two white teeth!

All same,

All same!

For Heavens sake!

And in your Gods name!

We are all , all same!

In all wars,

In all chains,

In all busses,

In all trains,

We are one,

We are same,

 

So,

Let us throw away, our selfish claims!

 

Raise hands,

And proudly proclaim, to me, you and He( or she)

We are ONE,

We are the SAME.

 

 

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Butt Seriously?

Hello friends, you know Kim and her Butt are coming to India for a TV show, or so I hear? She wishes to wear a Sari? Sorry? What for when she has nothing left to show for imagination? This is the best place to show off your ‘butt selfie’ Kim! 

Welcome Kim! Indian women have the best and some of the biggest backsides you can imagine! ( Wrapped up and secure under family copyright laws) Just walk in to the Big Butt…sorry Bigg Boss house just like that, than we will see the bum… sorry the fun!  Am sure a lot of cameras will be ‘behind’ her for all her promos! And perhaps after her ‘public commitments’ she could take up another cause as she has done in the past somewhere else, for all the poor and destitute women in India who have no place to ‘go ‘ to but outside with their backsides in full public view. It will be an opportunity for ‘booty with a purpose’,I am sure all the media moguls  will also Digg it? How about a show ‘ Keeping Kim with the Poor Desi-ians’? ( ‘Desi’- Indian word for people of the country)

But I often wonder, why is the inter net so voyeuristic? There is also ‘sexism’ on the net. Yes it is  more and more a visual medium now, but are there really so many people, men and women, who like to watch the over load of busts, back sides and male torso’s? I doubt it? (Really, there are?). Here is a thought- women have to expose more in the media than the men. A female TV anchor for example is scrutinized more for her hair, make-up ,earrings, choice of clothes than her male counterpart who can just wear a ‘grey suit and tie’ everyday! Want proof? Read this link-http://www.smh.com.au/entertainment/tv-and-radio/karl-stefanovics-sexism-experiment-today-presenter-wears-same-suit-for-a-year-20141115-11ncdz.html

Take a look at the ‘successful slobs’ that we have in the world today. Mark Zuckerberg, President Barrack Obama! They wear the same combination of clothes to work ! Thank you very much you guys for undoing all the work (nagging) we women do to make our men wear some descent clothes! Well it means two things; one their wives have given up (than God help the not so privileged ones), or two, men are born to be slobs. Just ask any man to change into clean, attractive clothes and he will cringe and make a million excuses. Yes, I know, men have to take ‘important decisions’, men are more ‘practical’, more ‘logical’, not ‘high maintenance,’ etc. Is it so stressful to pick out a nice looking shirt, than yesterday’s ‘white with stripes’? It takes only a minute. And so, is it fair to say that the wives of these very successful men and also others do not make important decisions the whole day, that they have time enough to dress in great clothes? You know -silly decisions about what to do with children, the finance, the husbands company AND his home office, his relatives, friends and followers, their own jobs, etc?

Anyways, Kim dear beautiful lady, do drop by in India-guess what is trendy in India- celebrities sweeping and cleaning garbage, and adopting a village, dear-are you up for it? Do drop by, show us a bit of ‘you know what’ but I warn you! You will have tough competition! Coz u know how that song goes ‘ I ‘m all about the bass, the bass, no treble’. http://youtu.be/7PCkvCPvDXk by Meghan Trainor.

So here is a fun poem to read with lotsa coffee! Haven’t posted a fun one for some time! It’s a dialogue between a husband and a wife. Enjoy!

The Color Code

Hurry up darling we have dinner to go to!

Just a moment, I need to choose from my six different shoes!

Six different shoes?

Yes, six different shoes! Am wearing that new cocktail dress,

Oh God such stress!

What goes with midnight blue?

Ummm…Blue goes with white and white goes with blue!

Blue on white,  and white on blue?

Honey, isn’t that like the shirt you were wearing yesterday?

And, oh no, you are doing so today too!

Really? Same colors, I haven’t a clue?

Wear some red, some green, violet or pink?

Why don’t you pick your shoes, we are getting late don’t you think?

I am a man not a pansy or a young dandy on a date!

Come on sweety, don’t make the hostess wait!

Google for the male peacock, the bower bird and the male puffin?

Even the crazy turkey goes around struttin!

Darling, I’ m like the zebra, the fish, the chameleon, I like to blend in!

What’s the point of this prancing and preening?

I know I am married a rough pirate, a cowboy my dear,

But once in a while, wear some colors with no fear?

Just listen here dear, and this is how it goes;

 I got you for my cars, the earrings and them fancy clothes,

Coz once I start dressing all your girlfriends will come in troves!

Then don’t crib and shout and get your mind furiously blown!

So, you dress to impress on my arm, who cares what I have worn?

 Come on quickly, pick out your shoes that go with your dress,

Cause with you shiny and colored I can show off my success!

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Question does an Anaconda have a bum?

Answer:Ask Nicki Minaj

check out the lyrics maybe the answer is there:

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/nickiminaj/anaconda.html

What Do the Stars Say?

Hello my friends, my readers! My country India has put an Orbiter to Mars called the Mangalyaan- YAY! We have reached so far using technology, yet we all are still following the stars from earth and celebrating our festivals, fasting, shopping, praying. Where does science and cultural beliefs, start and end? OR do they merge more and more now? In India, before we get married to anyone,we are cautious about the presence of the planet Mars in the birth chart-well what happens now?  Well here is in your face all Mars Haters! Countries are spending millions to get there so ‘show some respect Mon’ like they say in the West Indies! How much do we believe the horoscopes in this internet age, or do we carve our own destiny? I think, we all, may not be able to stop the turning of Mars or Saturn but we sure can make, create and change our destiny to an extent, thanks to the million miles between the planets and us ,our creator is giving us a chance! So Good Luck to you all! And like they say in Star Wars ‘May the Force be With You’.!

Here is a poem and keep stirring that Coffee!

What do the Stars Say?

To believe or not believe

that is the question.

The moment we come to life,that moment destiny turns,

The planets millions of miles away,

Follow us in their gaze,

Should we believe what they tell us,

or should we find our own ways?

Do the stars guide our life?

Do they define our deeds done

Or should we follow our ,hearts mind or soul,

Or the many planet positions?

The predictors tell you, the past present and future,

But ‘Free Will’,will get in the way,

We get in out lives what we Will,

And the planets keep turning away.

In them does the future lies?

Should we heed what the predictor advise,

or our own?

On our own,

We have to plant the seed sown,

Cut the weeds which have grown,

Pour water and trim hedges,

And make the garden beautiful,

The sun will shine as it should,

Bees will buzz and birds tweet,

Then rain,clouds,snow or sleet,

Go on in their lives,

Each moment unique,

Each moment alive,

Each moment unique,

Each moment our own,

Our own to seek.

Mars Orbiter Mission : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mars_Orbiter_Mission

http://www.isro.org/pslv-c25/mission.aspx

https://www.facebook.com/isromom- This has a great video of water on Mars-do see.

My friends do check out my Tumblr blog I have just started on the link I have given on the right top of this page. It has a collection of pictures and information from some great blogs you may enjoy!

The Voice of Trees

Dear friends and readers, its that time of the year again, when we remember the environment on June 5. The poem is in two voices one of how trees are a part of our lives and the other voice in the poem is the voice of trees, who speak to us. It is in our own hands that the future lies and it is with our own hands that we cut the trees. When will it stop? How much of technology and demands should we have? These are some issues we adults should really think about if we want to handover this world to our children. Do we really need that touch screen bendable mobile phone? Must we always buy a branded plastic bag to show off to our friends?

I think it is time to go back to our traditions which encourage recycling, and grandmas home recipes for cosmetics. Hopefully we can achieve a correct balance of technology and environment friendly products and habits.

Here I go have my filter coffee... oops should I ? I just opened it from a tetra pack and used a a filter paper. Hmmmm?

The Voice of Trees

Oh look, here is our old childhood tree!

And that’s not all, it is made of wood!

The pencil in childhood,

The bed in adulthood,

The stick in our old age,

Slippers of the sage,

In each book and hymn page!

Yet,

We burn! We burn!

We cut, and we burn!

For all the millions to earn!

When will we ever learn?

We are burning our fingers,

We are axing our two feet,

If we burn all the forests down?

How will homes be made and what will we eat?

The Trees don’t speak, but they feel,

Yes, even through their hard teak!

And if they had a voice they would say…….

The Voice of Trees…….

Imagine a world with no trees, just imagine it?

No table to write or discover lands overseas?

No warmth in the cold, no animals in the woods?

No one to give you shade in places where we once stood,

No romance behind us lovely green trees?

No humming of the birds or buzzing of the bees?

No ! You can’t do without us trees!

So please, please, please, don’t cut my roots and my long vines!

Take care of our Earth as our future is entwined!

So please, don’t cut us lovely trees , please!

And such will be their plight as they fall,

We only take but they always give to all,

No wonder! No wonder why,

God has made them stand upright and above us all!

Questions to Myself

My dear friends, my readers, I recently stumbled upon an internet article on a certain philosophy, which deeply touched me. Now what was that religious belief, I shall not disclose as it will create a prejudice. It basically talked of how each human being in this life has been your father or mother from the beginning of time and how we should embrace other fellow beings as one would embrace our father and mother.

To accept, forgive and love, to feel the others sorrows and joy.

This got me thinking how many times I would have offended people unwittingly? How awful it is if someone is upset and angry with me without my knowledge and having a grudge in the heart which I would never have an opportunity to remove?

It got me obsessed with all I that I had done and spoken to others, and I was determined that if I could find out, I would rectify, make an apology or explain matters.

How much does it take to be selfless and giving? Not much. BUT a very difficult task to follow the philosophy above, but I shall try.

Today I post a poem which written as a set of quick questions I thought to myself.

So here I go and have my coffee, in the lovely cool monsoon time in my home town on annual leave.

Todays Questions

Did I do all things right today?

Perhaps I did, perhaps I did not?

Did I leave anything unturned?

Did I have  wicked thoughts?

Did I do good to others , or have others been good to me?

Did I undo all good I did with my blunt words, and did I act irresponsibly?

Did I do things keeping others in mind and did I forget ‘I’ consciously?

In forgetting yourself it helps others? Then I will try to do it selflessly.

Did I think all things right today…………………perhaps  I did ,…………………perhaps not?

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Hello my readers, my friends, it will be one year in February that I would complete with this blog. It all has been very exciting this journey with my writing and the medium. I am so happy that I have got a space of my own to talk to all my friends and followers. Though a ‘dumbo’ when it comes to internet technology , I think am doing okay. Slow and steady, and I am happy with what I have achieved with all the travelling and family commitments.

In the same context I would like to THANK ALL MY FRIENDS AND READERS ! Thank You for all the support and comments, I always hope and pray not to disappoint any one of you and give you some good reading material. I hope I have been successful. A very Happy New Year to you all! Hope you achieve all that you have planned and break any fancy diet that you would like to start! Hey, life is too short ! Eat healthy, drink in moderation and enjoy!

So here is a poem for all my friends and readers,and all those whom I have left behind on moving town, as well as for the memories and time spent with all. So brew yourself some sweet sweet coffee and enjoy the short poem! Happy New Year to all!

Tomorrow

Good Times,

Good Memories,

Good Friends,

Are here today and gone tomorrow,

They come like a gust of wind,

And remain in our hearts,

Like a mark of an arrow,

Sweet Talk,

Sweet Thoughts,

Sweet Exchanges,

Remain sweet and sacred forever,

And memories make them sweeter,

They sustain us in our sorrows,

When we lose faith,

Feel lonely,

And dread the day after tomorrow,

Good Times,

Good Memories,

Good Friends,

Will be there for you,

Always and Tomorrow!

The Gaga Formula

Hello my friends, my readers! Pardon my absence, it was just one of ‘those days’, when you don’t even want to see a computer screen. Well the Formula One race track is on and burning in India. Wow! Is this a sign of progress? I don’t know, if the Formula One driver would just leave Delhi and Greater Noida, and start driving on the ‘highway’ to Uttar Pradesh, they will see how bad the roads are and what fast/rash driving is like! That would be the real Formula One challenge! I think the government has completely lost its ‘formula’ in such a lop sided development. Development means destruction of natural resources, so it’s a balancing act and very few countries have got it right.

Today I am posting a poem which I wrote a very long time ago when the Mumbai- Pune highway/expressway was opened to public and I was travelling over it to go to Mumbai. The poem asks a few questions, I have also used the Shakespear’s ‘honorable men’ type of effect replacing it with ‘beautiful motorway’ (Am trying to be sarcastic). To those who don’t know Pune is a smaller, now rapidly developing town, and Mumbai (Bombay) the already established metro city with politicians, bureaucrats and movie stars.

Check out the race track here : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddh_International_Circuit

So sip your hot hot coffee in the cold cold weather and enjoy!

Some Thoughts on the Expressway

We zoom through the highway,

At high speed,

Oh! What a wonderful road it is!

I see the trees and mountains running with us on both sides!

It is a beautiful motorway,

It winds and cuts,

Through the farms ,fields and mountains,

It’s a beautiful motorway!

I see a mountain, amputated in the middle,

To let this beautiful concrete motorway pass,

Some monkeys look at us from the side,

Probably admiring the road and the speed of cars?

Or,

Looking at their brothers and sister driving over the land and trees,

which  once were theirs?

We have lost our tails , but we remain the same,

Only, we now create concrete jungles,

And run from one place to the other,

Climb organizational ladders,

Push each other,

Fight over fruits, trees and stones.

Oh! Here comes a tunnel!

Pierced through the grand brown mountain,

To let this beautiful road through!

The radio plays music and chatter,

We communicate better,

Though we still fight between each other,

What’s the use of a satellite,

if man cannot connect with man?

Whats’s the use of this beautiful road,

If it leads to the biggest slum in Asia?

The trees ,mountain and fields are gone,

Now the concrete trees run with us,

Some tall ,rectangular

with square holes,

Like bodies without souls.

People,cars,smoke,shops,

People, bridges,     lights,     sound,      camera,       action!

I think we have reached the main city?

Some more people!

Here the stars shine bright,

The politicians and bureaucrats have might,

And they fight, plot and fight!

We have lost our tails, but we remain the same.

There are Have Nots and Have Lots.

But there is hope and there are still dreams,

And we are getting close to our destination,

Slowly ,haphazardly,

Slowly, we are moving ahead at least?

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Guess what? Lady Gaga is performing for the after hours party, check out her non outrageous clothes in this article http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2054722/Lady-Gaga-India-dons-demure-outfit-local-designer-New-Delhi.html?ito=feeds-newsxml
Well , Lady Gaga, well done, well done, we love the hairdo in our national colours, maybe you should also auction of your designer collections and send the money to the poor in Uttar Pradesh? Hmmmm…..

Hello my friends, my readers! This time, my thoughts go towards the poem I was editing on poverty( ref to last post). In the new city, I am astonished to see that so much of poverty still remains in our country! We brag about Formula 1 race tracks and multi -specialty hospitals and technology parks coming up, but what about poverty? Why is that swept under the carpet? I wrote the poem watching an impoverished girl on the street, begging and playing around so happily between running cars and speeding bikes! Similarly, now, many years later, I noticed there has been an outbreak of deadly viruses here and it is  due to the stagnant waters after floods and rain, bad hygiene, and poverty.

 Questions: Why can’t the government spray insecticides and provide a better standard of living? Are the poor so used to not doing work that they WANT to live this way at minimum cost? We have families living in our ‘out houses’, with crying children, and mothers working as helpers in our homes and their men- staying in the house-doing NOTHING ! Some don’t even send their children to school. The elder child stays at home to look after the babies. Why so many babies you ask? Well ,the women may have given birth to two daughters and hence wished a son for carrying the family name forward, or they are too poor to get operated, or they think ‘as many hands-as much money’.  

 And what will happen with the petrol prices going up- EVERYONE will be affected! It may soon be cheaper to eat out in a restaurant than at home! ……..And even drinking coffee will be a luxury!!!! So quickly…..grab yourself a hot strong mocha and read the poem below! Do let me know what you think!

At the Traffic Light

As the traffic light turned red, in all the din,

Sat a tiny girl,

With a bare torso,

a sweet smile, milk drop eyes,

and a dark chocolate skin,

With knees to her chin, and

two plastic cups in hand,

All her dreams and thoughts within.

Some saw her through their AC windows,

Some through their helmets and glares,

The horns blared, the traffic snarled

The petrol polluted the air.

The road was her school, her home, her bed hard,

With two plastic cups in hand, she played in her backyard,

One cup on the other, she created her rescue tower,

She looked through the plastic and her dream became sour,

One cup her tower come tumbling down,

In that instant gravity was learned and then she frowned,

She took the fallen cup and hit it with all her might,

She hit, it crackled, she hit it, with her tiny fist tight.

The tower now broken, yet one cup in hand,

She looked at it excitedly and filled it fully with sand,

Thoughts of a sweet drink, yet sand in her hand.

The cup filled with dirt, a cup full of positivity,

The traffic light turned green,

Her thirst was quenched, as she tipped the sand out,

she came back to reality.

Naturally Wired

Hello my readers, my friends!  A new city, a new month and a new thought! Am in the new place and getting visits by the stray cows, monkeys and dogs who probably think my garden is a ‘drive in restaurant’! Well, I don’t bother them too much, I let them chomp on for some time and then drive the visiting creatures away.  Now that we humans have occupied their areas, we have to live with each other in peace. And, I finally watched the movie ‘Avatar’, yes, I waited for it to come on TV! I know, I know, a bit late, but nevertheless I  loved it, a tad slow but it had a good message of what might happen if we don’t live in tandem with nature.

This reminded me of a poem I wrote in frustration. It was a wonderful sunny winter day, when I decided to fine tune a poem on poverty. What kept on bugging me were two helicopters which kept on circling above my head! (My husband was posted in the ‘field area’ of the army-hence the helicopters) There was some VIP visit due, so they were practicing! But in that process they were not only annoying me but also, sleeping babies, and birds which flew in all directions confused! Then, later, I saw cows being stoned and driven away back to their barns as their ‘grazing time’ had ended for the day! I was amazed at how much pressure we give these animals, I never knew that the poor cows had to also follow army timings!!  Then, there came a time when we ladies would freak out when we heard a bell in the middle of the night, only to find out that this ‘wandering bell’ was a large black buffalo who had not returned, and would graze through the night!

So, the poem below was written while working on another one. It speculates on how life would be in the future, I have written it in short sentences, as if a computerized voice is saying the lines.  So have a cup of cold coffee and enjoy! Do let me know what you think!

Naturally Wired

Two helicopters circling above my head,

Oh! I remember, all the birds are dead!

A motor car running on the side,

Oh I remember……all the buffalos have pulled so hard they died!

Acid drops keep falling on my head!

Everywhere pollution has spread!

I am so alone yet I talk all the time?

Oh, I remember……… on my phone and online!

Acidity is burning my insides!

Oh! I remember………………. All vegetation is finished or dried!

Can’t feel any pain or cry?

Oh! I remember………….an artificial heart pumps inside!

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Why dont you also read what the Fantastic Cow did to the Mayor for her rights- in my 'Blog of Short Stories'-have a look!

Struggle for Freedom

Hello my friends, my readers! On the 15^th of August we celebrated our Independence Day! We are independent since 65 years! That’s not a lot of time, I must say? When did USA get ‘Independence’ 1776? (pls correct me if I am wrong) And now, we are known as the ‘developing country’ of the world and a so called a future ‘Economic Super Power’. Yes, there is development in technology and industry but we have still a long way to become a truly self sufficient developed economy. The competition must not be with any other country but with ourselves. But , there was poverty then and there is still poverty now.

Today in India we are faced with a different type of a struggle – It is the Freedom of the Country from Corruption’. And the lone leader is Anna Hazare, an ex army man who got a calling to help the society. Through his life he has always worked for the people in the most honest possible way.(http://www.annahazare.org/) And now he fights for the ‘Lok Pal’ Bill , the Bill which has been swept under the carpet since 1969(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lokpal).In brief, it allows the people of the country not only to question dishonest people but also the elected representatives. Following Gandhi he is following  the ‘non violence and fast to death ‘ method-  a difficult yet successful method. He has the people’s support. And one must wait to see what happens, next. In India we are pen poised to see how history will be written. Do the people win or the government?

Let the men, women and children be honored for the sacrifices they made in getting freedom for this country. I am happy to come from a more secular, socialist and democratic nation. It’s good to be free, isn’t it? So I just hope this time justice and honesty wins and we become the first nation to become the most ‘non corrupt nation’ of the world if nothing else!

On that note enjoy the poem below written on India’s Freedom Struggle. I suggest you put in a bit of crushed cardamom and cloves to your coffee and try the Masala Coffee! Enjoy and do let me know what you think!

Weapons of Freedom

A pinch of salt can save a life,

A pinch of salt can kill,

A fist of salt can free a nation,

Solely on one man’s will.

A length of rope can water fields,

The rope can hoist flags of national zeal,

A rope can tie a noose so tight,

For three braves to be killed.

A meter of white cloth can be spun by hand,

A meter can cover the shame,

Bundles of cloth can be burned on the streets,

or cover those who had fought for the Nations claim.

Salt, rope, and cloth,

Are the weapons for freedom to instill,

Stick, swords, and stones, will always break bones,

With bullets great leaders are killed.

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Moments

Hello my friends, my readers! Long time, no write! Well, today I thought I would offer you a poem about all the immeasurable moments in our lives. Get yourself a large mug of coffee with cream if you must, as since I have not written for so long, it might take a while reading!

Well, I am still on vacation! And it’s raining cats and dogs, and I am worried about a flood situation! Not only has the Monsoon set in, we in India faced another one of our yearly routine, of triple bomb blasts which ripped through crowded places and killed a lot of innocent people. And as always, the media is busy and the politicians are doing a lot of blah, blah,( even the statements are getting stale and boring) I am SO tired of hearing the words –‘resilient’, ‘spirit of the people’, ‘the perpetrators will be brought to justice’, ‘US/UN/UK/France condemns the attack’, ’Even we are facing terrorism in our country’, etc, etc, etc.

I, myself, suffered the loss of my grandfather a few days ago, whose health suddenly deteriorated and he breathed his last just a few seconds before I entered the ICU. I was heartbroken that he did not see me coming to meet him, as I thought it was my luck to be in the city on vacation when he was taken ill. I cursed myself as being the worst grandchild in the world, as I left for home. I remembered the whole night all the sweet moments we had shared together , and I dreamt of him smiling at me. But my father then called me the next day, and told me how fortunate I was to not have seen him suffer in the last moments and how I would remember him only as a healthy, happy grandfather. I then felt better, and I let go of him, slowly.

And thus, I realized how life’s moments are precious, and how we have to make the most of them, as you never know what destiny has in store for you in the next moment. Hearing of the bomb blasts and having experienced the loss of a close one, I realized I will have to make each moment of my life count, and not sulk or have any disdain to anyone or for anyone. As I remember from what Mark Antony said, in Shakespear’s classic ,drama ‘Julius Caesar, ’the evil that men do lives after themselves, the good is often intered in the bones’ (this is from memory, kindly check the actual words).

So here is the poem,…… and how about another cup of coffee?

Moment

A moment can last a life time,

A moment can tell all,

A second can be too late,

A glance can make us feel small.

A whisper can say softly, things sweet,

A shout can turn to a brawl,

A touch can cure all sickness,

A hit can make your soul fall.

All we need is a moment,

A moment that says all,

Life goes on and is timeless,

Moments that we cherish and define us,

Are the moments when we make others feel tall.

 Also check out what the Fantastic Cow-Monalisa is up to in her next adventure in My Blog of Short Stories !