From the heaven of silence in mother's womb into the cacophonous world...Excited and joyful faces that the fresh brain doesn't register...The pride in the father's face, the relief in the mother's face... nothing the just born brain knows...eating and sleeping were the fortes...
Tears on the first day at school...the tender hands reluctant to leave the mother's sari...
The boring teacher...the flitting butterflies outside the classroom window...the first girl who shared her pencil with me in the 5th grade...who had all the qualities to be my life-partner (so though my amatuer brain)...Pride in examinations cleared...Tears over lost competitions...Hatred and envy over the guy who got one mark greater...First real crush in the 10th grade...Pain over your best friend wooing her away...Victory in the life-critical examinations...
Entry into a new world called college...on one's own foot...meeting that one person...butterflies in the stomach whenever that person crosses...thousands of unconveyed thoughts and poems...
Pride over the first job...exhilaration over the realisation of self-supporting...the never-ending search for a life companion...culminating in finding one supposedly compatible person...True love's first kiss...marriage...
Search for status and recognition...MONEY...MONEY...MONEY...
CHILDREN...The proud father/relieved mother feeling now very well registered for eternity...the toothless smile of one's offspring - BLISS...The tender fingers pulling the hair out of my chest...Driving with the child to it's school with the warm hug of it's little hands...
Children grow...graduate...marry...birth of the grandchildren...the grandson/grandaughter leading to the park holding the wrinkled hands...
It goes on...
As the soul departs, faded grey cells recollect these... The heart is light.......
LIFE is indeed beautiful...
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5 comments:
Makes an interesting read. U r getting more poetic with every blog. Good going.
I cannot but agree with you more. I can only remind myself of the simple liberating fact that Bhoopesh once supposedly said: The joy of life doesn't rest in the lofty things, rather it is the simplest of the things that can create joy. I concur absolutely: Simpicity is the hallmark of bliss.
P.S: It was indeed great reading your post.
An appartment of poets is what we really deserve and thats what we really have now. ;-)
This post is superb as if written from experience :-)
I don't think this is just poetic as everyone opined. This looks more soulful...the feeling you get when reading Tagore's Geetanjali, Ramalinga Swamigal's Thiruvarutpa, Thayumanava Swamigal's poems...makes you think about the never ending cycle of birth and death and the relationships we hold in this material world. Nice to feel the peace inside...wud feel even nice if we read such poems in the stillness of the night and think after reading, with the book upside down on your chest..
great post yar... interesting
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