HUMAN - NATURE.

It is almost mid-morning when I step out of the house. By now, the world outside has settled into a comfortable routine. There is no early morning rush or frenzy. Except for the occasional blare of the horn from a vehicle...it is almost a hushed silence.

It is nice that people always leave some grains and water for these birds. We are human, right? These birds too, after their early morning chatter and clamor for food, having had their fill are just loitering around gossiping. 

I always love watching the birds and also animals in general. They have this 'peaceful easy feeling' about them. 
They live in the moment.
They do not think.
They live for survival
They live by instinct.
They hold no grudges.
They love unconditionally. 

Why were we given brains? For wisdom, to think and contemplate, to spread knowledge? Each of us can come up with many answers.

I come home in the afternoon. We have opened the windows of our home for the first time in 2 months. That is because we have barricaded the grilles of the windows with plastic mesh. The reason - we have a pet cat. He is home grown and is afraid to be on his own outside. Yet, curious by nature, he would venture out whenever the window was slightly open and stray into the adjoining building. He would not know how to come back. He may lose his way. He may not be able to fight other cats or defend himself against them.
Or so we think!!

 Eventually, he would learn to survive. It would take him some time to hone his instincts, but he would. Given time, he would even find his way back home. Only that we did not let him be.

Now, Snowy feels at home on the parapet. He loves watching the birds...feels that he can catch them. And, we are at peace that he cannot stray and lose his way.

 Isn't it the human nature to hold on, to possess, to control, to form attachments, to misuse power or what we make of it?

I wish we were more like these birds and animals - free, without malice, living more in the moment and going by our instinct rather than over thinking.

 If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were.
Richard Bach

This is true of every attachment we form.

This post is written for the prompt by my dear friend Dagny Sol who blogs at Serenly Rapt.

Her prompt -  Step out of your house and click a picture. Then come back into the house and click another picture. Write a post connecting the two.

 

  

  
 

WEARING MY FEELINGS.

                                                                                    

 

Joining Corinne again with her prompt "WHY CRY" on Everyday Gyaan.

Is crying a sign of the weak or, that of the person who feels?

Being born among a gang of guys, I used crying as my weapon and also as my defense, to make them include me in their group.

I was the crybaby. Still am.

Any extreme emotion…I cry.

I cry when I am angry! The reason being that, I am frustrated & cannot fight the way I want. I cannot be really mean.

It is neither my strength nor my weakness now. It is that I am more emotional and I wear my feelings on my sleeve.

WHAT'S YOUR SONG?

Suzy  blogs at Someday Somewhere and she is hosting a prompt for The writers Post. 

What's your song?

Though, I am not a part of this group, I went ahead with the prompt because of my love for music and the memories they bring back.

We connect with the lyrics of each song deep inside our hearts and that is the reason they become our favorite.  

Like you all, I have a whole list of my favorite songs...each special in its own way.

This particular song by "Hold on to the night, Hold on to the Memory" is my song this day because I am missing out some people in my life. And, their memories color my life.

SOUR GRAPES.

 

If

Hope

Is 

Eternal

Optimism,

What 

Is

Letting go? 

For - dVerse Poets

BINGO.

 

It is a full house,

In attendance.

If blood is thick,

Bingo makes our bond thicker!

The family get-togethers

 Were never complete

Without this game.

Unlimited food

Unrestricted laughter

Never ending conversations

"Two fat ladies"

"One little duck"

"Two hockey sticks"

"All by itself"....

My uncle, the official "Caller"

Cancer clawed

He passed on....

The baton

Will we ever play again?   

For - dVerse Poets   

   

CAVING TO OUR CRAVINGS.

 

We all are strong

Or so we think!

Anything chocolate,

The knees goes weak

Some are nuts over doughnuts,

Coffee and tea?

Don't even talk about it!

Temptations, addictions, emotions-

Defy logical explanations  

A hearty 'Yes'

Vs

A mindful 'No'

It is no secret

We let our resolve go.

Easy to conquer our fears,

Conquer the cravings first!

For - dVerse Poets

Poetry Jam 

 Theme Thursday     

TRUST SHADOWED.

 

Wrapped in a colorful gift box
With an equally bright bow
Upon opening the box
Lay all those things told.
The promises
Dreams of togetherness
The kindled romance
Oh! those sweet nothings
The words, endearing
And dripping sweet
Words oft repeated
One comes to believe.
Now, laid bare across the floor
They were nothing but
Well crafted lies to the core.

For - dVerse Poets     

BY THE RIVER.

She loved nature, the beauty - untouched and virgin. This is where she escaped every weekend. This is where she found solace, inspiration and the will to live. It was the salt/sweet smell of the river, the placidity of which filled her with immense peace and tranquility, very unlike the place where she made a living.

Here, she was alive. She could sit by the river feeling and experiencing the innumerable sunrises and sunsets, the splendor with which they splashed the sky with colours - pink, orange, red, blue, indigo, grey, silver, black and their infinite hues....mersmerized.

After all these years, she could differenciate the sounds they made; the ducks, eagles, kites, coromorants, herons to name a few. This was her haven, her home. This is where she composed her music, on her violin. The music that made way to Broadway musicals. This is where she found music...in the incessant stridulate of crickets and grasshoppers, the noises made by insects during the night; the stillness of the night broken by an occasional call of a bird, complaining about its disturbed peace. She found music in the gentle sway of grass, the ripples the blowing wind caused in the river, the rustle of leaves in the nearby tress, the bird calls. 

As much as she loved it here, she always went back to the cacophony, the fast paced life, the human rush chasing something. If she did not go back there, she would not able to appreciate this...the silence and solace. She was tuned with the elements here.  This was a place without expectations instead it gave. 

This was where her beloved had lived and perished, in this very river. This is where she had lost her legs, in that terrible boat accident, binding her to a wheelchair for the rest of her life. This is where she has lost her unborn child. The river had taken a lot from her life...but, she held no grudges. She had let it go a long time back, because this is where she would feel the presence of her husband and child. This where they merged.

For - GBE 2

LIFE - A STORY THAT IS WRITTEN.

 

Everyday is a new story that's to be written

Destiny preordained,  some parts has HE written

The path, arduous; seldom twice trodden

Each chapter, each journey pre written

This journey, a task - many a twist and turn

 Every crossroad, every encounter aptly written

Tests, trials and tribulations fills our cauldron

The people, their stories merging and re-written

We change the plot and create unnecessary drama

Going off track, transforming what is written

Positive thoughts keep us afloat and ease tension

Beauty - color unfolds, be open to what can be written  

Relationships, meetings, the break-away, well woven

Lord, your ward Janu bows to the decree written.

For- dVerse Poets

An humble attempt of 'ghazal sonnet.'    

    

ALL THOSE THINGS.....:-)

 

Taking the cue from Corinne Rodrigues again from Everyday Gyaan .

The small this that make me smile :

-The extra 5 minutes of sleep that stretches to 15.

-My first cup of tea in the morning.

-The chatter of birds outside my living room window.

-The "ME" time as the family sleeps.

-Snowy, my cat, the way he sleeps. He fills me with peace.

-The aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

-My son's incessant chatter and antics.

-The daily dose of crazy, interesting and uplifting chat with my friends.

- The way my daughter's face lights up when I cook whatever she fancies.

- Curling up in the bed with a book and getting lost in its world till the wee hours in the morning.

- The sight of my maid servant.

-The reassuring presence of hubby at home, even when the silence between us is comforting.

- The dad feeding his teenaged kids whenever he is home.

- Songs...any song that fills me up that moment. 

I can go on and on. These simple things make up to a large part of my day.