Sunday, October 20, 2013

Puppeteer

Mourn not the end of youth,
As it will dissipate health;
With every year that passes,
Do rejuvenate as young bosses.

We are just puppets of the CREATOR;
HE pulls the string with music.
As long as we follow HIS music,
HE will hold the string STRONG.

The world is HIS theater
Filled with nature as teachers!
Listen to the chats of the leaves
That gush the secrets of hopeful life.

Let love and hope reign supreme!
Bring back your youth to serve HIM long….!


















Saturday, October 19, 2013

Change of title

Dear friends,

I changed the title, as the title is already in use somewhere.

When I came across the similar title in the internet, I felt, feelings are same. There is no boundary to our thoughts.

Ripples definitely will spread the vibration everywhere!

Good Day!

VJ

Friday, October 18, 2013

Random Thoughts

Yes, I crossed the Golden Jubilee of my life. 26 years with my mother and 30+ years with my family. 

Oh! Why I am using the term 'my family'! 

 Am I establishing my separation with my mother as she is no-more? 


What is this?  When getting married, every woman starts separating from the mother. How selfish I am? I start scolding myself. 

'Never more of such feeling' - I told my heart.

Oh no ... I convince my mind - I think of my mother - think... think.... think .... 

Mm! it is not the sense of detachment, but the sense of security that I experienced with my mother made me claim that this as my family. Yes, I feel the same security which, I felt with my mother. Then it means... my mother is in my family. 

What is this 'my' and what is the 'other.'?  M(y)other - Is it correct?

There is no 'otherness' as 'myness' is not 'minusing' (my word) from others rather it is binding us strongly.  

Yes, that is why our elders say  "love all as you love yourself'"

Hence, my 'my-feeling' will not misguide me towards selfishness, but will make me generous. 

I will render every one of my actions and reactions with care ... as, I see myself in all and everywhere.

Am I confusing! Read again and again and experience it in yourself and you will find what I mean to you and me!

Spread the love as that of the mother to all and forget the word 'other'!

Have a nice time!













Holding the Hand

                    MOTHER

She caught my fingers to make me walk;
Nourished my thoughts with her talk;
Holds my breath showering her care,
Her experiences are given share;

Nothing, but remembrance of her
Will make me fly with care!
The enduring power she held
Heralds my jump over the tide.

Yes, I jump and jump and jump
As she holds my hand from above!