A PINCH OF SUCCESS....

He put in two bottles of life, for us to strive,
A crystal of family, one wants badly,
A handful of friends, our sorrow to end,
A trough of love, all above,
And then stirred the cauldron, under the bright sun.

Hours of stirring, the potion didn’t shift,
The change in no way was swift,
It yet was clear, lucid and still,
Not a drop out, did spill.

He stopped it there, to think and retrieve,
To ponder upon, what ingredient did he leave,
Spoonful of adventure, cup of exhilaration,
And then he waited for some duration.
Yet, no change, it all seemed strange,
All ingredients were right,
Still, the potion didn’t burn bright.

He sat and thought again,
Stressed his brain but all in vain,
It seemed like hours until it appeared,
The idea, which was to be cheered,
He got up, walked and in he went.
Returned, all with a pinch,
Threw it in, and saw it spin,
It bubbled and rose,
Fumes of color and beauty froze,
Merry bubbles did dance,
As swirling colors did glance.




A pinch of success was all it took,
To make the life, worthy to look,
Just a pinch was all it took,
Which did change of life, its outlook.

3G.....ShApE YoUr DeStInY!!!!

The cold wind rushed past her caressing her face, and the mild rays of the winter sun warmed her. The scenery visible was beautiful(so much green was a rarity). And yet, aloof from the shuddering of the bridge as the train crossed it, away from the call of the vendors, and far from the regular chatter of her fellow passengers, her mind had wandered miles away, and the thoughts that passed sure did bring a smile on her lips.

In some hours she would be back to her home, she could not recall her last visit. But what she could clearly recall was some words of her father. the words still rung clear as crystal in her years, she remembered the joy in his voice when after returning from a tour he sat chatting to her uncle. It was a great source of joy for him that on the airport, he came across a very good old friend, his best buddy during college times, but who could not remain in touch for long. it was really a coincidence that brought them together, it was fate, you could not fight against it. You had to let destiny decide who remains in your life and who disapears. But she knew how good it would feel to challenge destiny, she would do it.

She had not disclosed her plan to anyone, so she took a taxi and reached the place which had held so many memories. She took some time to swallow in the air around it, even the winds around had a different appeal, the noise held so much familiarity.

Stealthily she opened the gate, walked in, and without knocking went in through the back door. she knew everyone must be in the living room at this time with a cup of tea in their hands, and a newspaper spread on the table in front of her father.

She opened her luggage and with the package in her hand entered the living room. The joy that resulted could never be described in words but that which could be described was the joy on the face of her parents when she connected the call to her sister living abroad and handing them the phone. Seeing their daughter on the small screen made them feel so close to her, after all those years, she felt at home. This had eaten away a chunk of her first salary but the joy it came with could never ever compete with all the money of this world.


She sat the whole day, connecting calls to all her parents friends and relatives, from the big list she had already compiled, and looking at the joys when old bonds were retied and strengthened, great memories relived and more beautiful bonds formed.

Now, it was not destiny that would decide everything for her, but geniuses among the human species had made it possible for her to change destiny, make it function according to her will.

FaiLeD AtTeMpT

In span of the finite and countable moments of life that have been alloted to me till now, I have spent quite a substantial fraction of it with myself, just me and myself alone.

Every moment of it, I had to analyse situations at hand, take decisions and bear the outcome of my own deeds. So, I got a faint idea of myself, got to know the me with a bit more accuracy( at least that was what I thought).

So, I sat in a lone corner, in the darkness of the room, myself being my only companion, to get to know myself a bit deeper. The word is INTROSPECTION. Quite a heavy word I would say.

I tried at the brim of me and carefully stepped into the untreaded territory of my own soul.

Some moments brought me to the light of the past, some flashes. I, with all care and concentration tried to tread on inside what I felt like a spider's web, trying not to break a thread, but all that happened was me stepping into the realm of confusion where overload of information and hazy picturews blurred the serene lake of thoughts, and bond of frustration had clasped my mind preventing gettign further trapped into the dense and perplexing mysterious spider's web, or rather my own web, and ultimately my mind was thrown off the track and back into the real world.

It seemed there was some barrier within me beyond which I could not peek, some things that my mind could not understand.

So, I still remain a mystery to myself with failed attempts at introspecting myself.

I got up, switched the light on, went up to the mirror and still saw a strange set of eyes staring at me.

TrAnSiTiOn

I love the deep darkness of the night,
And yet love the morning light,
But what I love the most of all,
The transition from dim to bright.

The dusky sky,
The sun goes shy,
The veil falls over,
In darkness, giving it cover.

Pitch dark of the space around,
The dark sky seems to meet the dark ground,
The serenity it commands,
Till the morning light lands.

After the deepest of the dark,
Comes the singing of lark,
Tardily the veil lifts,
The shy sun out of it shifts.

Bestows the golden rays so week,
The silver dewdrops they all seek,
They play for time so long,
Dew gets tried, retreat to where they belong.

The fresh morning air the rays feed,
The cold, out of air lead,
The sun sets up its workspace,
The air with extreme heat does it lace.

All this, till dark takes over,
Again to sky, does it provide cover,
This goes on and on,
Everyday comes the dusk and dawn.