Waiting for Rain

Sweet petrichor melting insides
Parched Earth heaves a sigh
Brown grass looks up at heaven
Pregnant cloud is ready to burst open
Cuckoo sings along the gentle Zephyr
'His Flute' plays a serene tune
T'is time for the healings to begin...

||18/05/2021||
©Deepti

SEARCH

On a mission
In search of unknown
Life travels
Finding answers...

Dreadful experiences
Ferments the emotions
Brewing further questions
Churning insides....

On the horizon
Sky turns red
Life falls like 'Dominos'
Prayers floats around...

Hear me O' Lord
Let the Sun shine
As before
Let us Heal ... 🙏

~17/05/2021~

©Deepti

Rose

Walking aimlessly on the fallen leaves in her garden, Shruti, was in deep thought.

Wind was rustling sweet melodies... Leaves danced in the air before falling at her feet. New leaves and flowers peeked behind the stems. Birds chirped gaily fluttering their wings.

Soft brown tereses danced with the wind.. they reached her mid back like a veil .. her matching eyes twinkled with first love sensations... 

She was an introvert and thought no one really cared.. but she was wrong.. the most handsome boy in her batch approached her and said she had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

With this he handed her a White Rose.

Remembering his words she blushed again.

Her light blue duppata swirled with the smooth wind entangling her hair. With a gentle move she brushes aside  the wild strands which captured her face.

Ahaa... What a beauty she spots.. on the rose wine there was a single Pink flower.. smiling at her, saying as if 'see my colour is matching your mood.. my fragrance is enhancing your emotions'

She smiled at the rose as if it was the love of her life..

🌺❤️🌹🌺❤️🌹🌺❤️🌹🌺❤️🌹🌺❤️🌹

The Fight

"I am sorry, Madhu... I promise.. i will never do it again. Sometimes, i don't even realize what gets on to me. You know it that I Love you .. Right..!" Pleaded Mohak.

" But why the same story has to be repeated. When you know that I hate it, then why do you keep doing the same thing???" Madhu was really angry today.

"Let me make a good cup of coffee for you and we will sit together on the swing in garden. Today weather is too romantic. I think it's going to rain." Mohak tried to cheer her up.

"You know how much I love sitting in the garden with a cup of coffee. And you have won again. Arguments with you does not lasts long." Madhu sighed ...

Mohak made two steaming cups of strong coffee, arranged it on a tray along with salted crispies.. on a second thought he even added a flower from the vase on their table. Madhu smiled lovingly seeing the efforts he was making to cool off her anger.

Together they sat on the swing.. amidst the falling leaves and dry air...  enjoying their coffee.. lost in the swirls and the hot steam arising from their cups. The vapour enveloped them with its soothing mask of love for the time being... Pregnant Clouds above might drench them any moment....  Now is not the time for regrets or fights.. it is the time to Cherish... 

................. Heal the world..............

Smile

While returning from a weekly market, on the stranded bylanes of Sao Paulo, Brazil... She was mesmerized with the orchids all around.. Peace Lily smiled at her from every nook and corner.. 

She was engrossed in the beauty all around .. hardly any person was on the road..  she crossed a beautiful bakery ... And immediately she was transported to the land of aroma... Delicious aroma of freshly baked bread was emitting in the arena.. she remembered the time when even her house was enveloped with this aroma with her mother's bread... 

Her mother baked such delicious fresh loafs for them.. sometimes ther were fruity, cheesy, filled with herbs or simple bread.. 

She was happy for no specific reason.. she felt alive amidst the narrow lanes... Remembering the good times...

Suddenly she got to see a beggar sitting in the corner near a huge dustbin.. he had some bags and a tattered rug.. that was his home.. 

While passing the beggar she stopped ... She remembered how kind her mother used to be for all the souls... She looked at him and he looked at her.. she thought something and then, pushed her hand inside her vegetable bag.. she drew out an orange and handed over to him...

He squealed with joy and blessed her with a divine smile on his face.. it seemed as if he has found a treasure in a simple orange.. 

She smiled back.. she felt happier seeing the beggar Happy...

It is true.. that a mere act of kindness can mean so much to the other... For you it might have been just a simple thing as an orange, BUT, for him it meant everything... For a hungry person even a small morsel or simply a Smile, is the biggest Gift..

Stay Kind... Stay Compassionate... 🙏

*******************************

Magic Happens

When the flowers unfurls
When the birds open their wings
When a seed germinates
Magic Happens

Magic is all around us
When a sad face, smiles
When a broken person, laughs
When one shares even in hunger
Magic Happens

The Sun, The Moon , The Stars
The Wind, The Rain, The Flowers
The Tears, The Fears, The Smile
All are Magical, and
Magic Happens.... All around us...!

#07/05/2021#

©Deepti

The Old Book

"Quickly, flip to page number 24 .. there... can you see a drawing... Ahaa, that's the one I love most.. it is indeed made by my best reader.. Yes, your dear sweet, angel Vanshika" said the Old Book, sitting on my desk.

"Pheww.. what a weird dream it was.. it seemed so real.." I woke up massaging my head softly...
" Wait... but how come the book which I took out yesterday from the attick spoke to me" I was quite surprised..

" Not only it spoke to me but it also told me about a drawing made by my dearest grand mother Vanshika.. Yes.... that's her name." Saying so I immediately got up from bed and went to my desk to validate my dream.

"Yes , indeed the book, I saw in my dream was this one only."

I flipped to page number 24 And ....There... Was the most beautiful Motif sketched in hand ... 'Could this really, be the, work of my grandmother' I was wondering .. 'wait a moment... I can see something written in pencil..'

There was a faint script written in hand .. with time it has almost submerged in the brittle yellowed page.. like a forgotten abandoned dream .... Waiting...........!!!

I took out my reading glasses to read it .. the moment the words came to make sense .. my tensed mouth relaxed and soothed my brain.. I suddenly felt as if I had found the treasure of my  Life.. when the entire world is falling apart and everywhere is hatred and fire and jealousy and anger... Those words came to me as a soothing petrichor...

On it,.... My GrandMother left words of wisdom for Me.. for the Mankind.. which are to be Understood not simply read......

It was written

"Life is not an exam or a lesson to be learnt...
It is to be Lived with Gratitude and Forgiveness..."

My tears started streaming down and felt, as if, this message was meant for ME in this difficult times of Pandemic. May peace fall on all of us.. May we learn and understand the power of

**********GRATITUDE***********
*********FORGIVENESS**********
***********🙏🙏🙏*************

Live Every moment as if it's the last.. Live it completely while walking on the path of 'dharma' to attain 'Salvation'.

Victorious Life?

Gasping breaths

Hang on still

Be steady and be calm

Don't you know 

This world is a charm

Stay warm

Stay for long

Shallow breaths

Heaves high

Sinking to the core

Behold!

There is more to be done

Smiling sun 

Shines upon

Dark shadows

Are to be ignored

Focus on the tunes of life

Happy songs 

Dances around

Victorious you are

Life triumphs !!

**02/05/2021**

© Deepti