Just thoughts...

The trees still the same stood upright,  Leaves swaying hiding nooks from plain sight.. Lush green whispering secrets to none, Calmly herding all below be it rain or the sun.. A path meanders its ways through around, Marked by footsteps etched forever safe and sound.. Generations of men come and go in their time, Leaving behind memories more than their hoarded dime.. Thoughts of worry of the future and the past, A thing to learn from the timeless odes firmly cast.. Odes of valour and the good deeds of some, Recounted to this day and for the many to come.. Chose what you do in the present with utmost care, For a moment lost is lost forever, harsh yet truly very fair.. Glimpses through the window of solitude here, Out into the world full of love and a petty kind of fear.. The fear of losing, to be overcome from within, To realise the ounce of courage that is hidden in the din.. At last to end the day with a smile on your face, Mingling with the melo...

         The innumerable people we meet in life. Some mere glances on the timeline, while some a bookmark in our book while some a splash on the canvas. Call it what you may, but the lives we touch during our time here is countless. Some way or the other we move on from one phase to the other forever changing. The childhood story of Yudhishtira and the Yaksha by the lake pops up as a distant memory with the question very clear.      "The yaksha asked the prince 'O yudhishtira what is the most wonderful thing in this universe?', The prince pondered a while and answered, 'The most wonderful thing is that man goes on with his life every moment with a presumption that he is to see the next day when he sees hundred of his fellow beings resting in peace forever every day'.Thus the yaksha was content."   This excerpt from the mythological stories found in abundance in our texts proves a point. The unpredictable nature of life is more ...

                       "She stood there.. As gorgeous as ever.. The wind as flirtatious as ever, tickled Her locks.. Up above the stars searched far and wide for the moon.. If only they knew.. The moon was engrossed.. hiding behind the veil of clouds.. Gazing at her.. Shinning a silent shimmer on her facade.. Enchanted by the perfection of her eyes, her lips, the lazy strands rustling in discordant harmony.. The moon in love of the sight it beheld from the heavens.. Thinking of the angels who would hardly stand a chance.. She belonged here in the paradise, the city of perfections... Yet something was amiss.. The curve of her lips turned the other way.. As if waiting.. for her own reason to smile..Missing something... Missing someone...... There He was... Walking towards her.. The moon felt a pang of jealousy.. For her face lit up with the smile it was waiting for... And that moment the moon knew.. She was taken... Taken far a...