What is Life?

What is life?

I don't know how to classify.

Work, home, work again

or Home, work and home again.

The pandemic has made me think

The purpose of all this

There is no guarantee to anything

So is not it better living as if, there is no tomorrow!

Don't hold any grudges

Help anyone you can

Share what you have

and pray for a peaceful, better tomorrow

Fire-Flies.... (This is from my friend TS. I like this and hope those who read this too..)

It was when I was in my 17th year, that I first had a glimpse of my private hell. A place to which I was pushed again and again through my later years. There was nothing there but darkness. I could not see then, that I was already marked, stigmatised for life.

              So one day I was lying on my bed in the pitch black of the night, petrified about the future, my life. I knew I would be alone to battle out with what ever darkness that would engulf me.

              It was then I noticed a tiny speck of light that was circling about the room. It was a Fire-fly. Again and again it flew around me and then settled on the floor. I slid out on to the floor and gently crawled to where it was lying. My face was just a few inches away from it. I felt my heart beating in resonance with its glow.

            I said, " Dear friend, I don't know who sent you here to me. I don't know who I am, where I came from or where I am going. I dread the life that lies stretched  before me. But let me place my weary head for a few moments besides you "

            25 years have gone past after that incident. 25 eventful years, when again and again I was pushed beyond the realms of conciousness. I came to know love and the pain it leaves when it is taken away. God punished me severely, but He never gave me over to death. People approached me in my most vulnerable state, but no one laid a finger on me. They were good people, who came, saw and left when they realized they could not help me.

            Ultimately the real one also came. As he held me close there was no need for words as our hearts beat like one.

          The child of the night that I am, I still struggle  to sleep at night. And I don't know when I began to notice it, but most nights these days I see a Fire-fly circling about the room. Sometimes it even sits on my bed. And I say to it, " I still don't know who I am, where I came from or where I am going.  But now I don't want to know the answers. There is love, peace and hope in my life. I cannot cut off the past, but I have made my peace with it."

           May be I will die tomorrow, or maybe I will live another 25 years more. Then I wish to re-born as a Fire-fly. Somewhere in this world there will be a soul who has reached the end of his tether. He may feel he cannot go on like this anymore. He may be thinking of ending it all. It will be as dark inside him as outside.

         Then I will fly to that person. I will circle around his head and settle on his heart. I will kiss his lips and whisper in his ears, " I will be dead and gone in the morning. But you please hold on for a few hours more. The sun is sure to rise and shine his golden rays on you. However cold it may seem now, there will always be a spring after winter "

         Then I will be gone and there will be nothing to show that I ever existed. But there would be thousands of Fire-flies out there forever, as long as the suffering human souls need them.    

Rain kisses

When the first drop fell on my face

It took a couple of decades from me

I closed my eyes and smiled to myself

Not caring that my designer suite is drenched

The first rain which caught us together

Amid the deserted paddy field

We ran with all might to beat the rain

Alas! The rain caught up with us!

First on the hand which covered our head

Then it fell on our shoulders and back

We stopped running and I turned to her

She stood there looking at my eyes

I closed my eyes still seeing her clearly

Lifted my face towards the sky

Each drop on my face was a soft kiss

Kisses which made me calm and hot

Cannot remember how long we stood there

Her soft touch brought me back to reality

I saw the most beautiful smile on her

I bent my head and kissed her forehead

The fury of rain drops had subdued to drizzling

We slowly walked back hand in hand

That first rain made me see my soul mate

I wowed, I will keep her always near me

In the mad race to conquer heights

We took different roads and drifted apart

Unexpected rains which catch up with me

Always reminds me of that first kiss.

Wish I know where she is now,

Hope and pray that she is happy always;

Each rain drop makes me wonder

Would the rain bring to her my love too?

Love

You cannot measure love the way you can the length of a rod or the height of a building

- Paulo Coelho, The witch of Portbello

No way out

No way out, no way out

From this dark dark circling mess

The more I struggle, wriggle

The more I get tangled in this net

There is not a ray of hope

There is not a way out

I just cannot go on hurting

I better put a stop to all this

When I try to cut loose

The knife goes to my flesh

My life oozes out

The net remains intact

I realized with a start

I still cannot hurt the net

This net is too dear

I loved at the cost of my life..

Can an error correct another error...?

That is what I am trying to do ...

Mirror

I gave him a Mirror

Clean, bright, shining

I could see my face and bright eyes

My smile reflecting on its surface

He splashed black all over it

Greased it with bright blood

Smeared ash of innocence over that

Then slashed bright orange and green dreams

The spectators oohed and awed

What a marvelous piece of art?

We have not seen anything so spectacular

For how much we could have this please?

His triumphant smile told me

 “See, a piece of glass minting money”

My heart screamed silently at him

“But I could no longer see me on it…”