Serendipity

Waves

2022-03-08T20:26:00.001-08:00

Silent waves crashed on the shore

Crying inconsolably

No one was there to wipe the tears

It was assumed that the saline is it's nature

None cared for her feelings

With bated breath and deafining silence

She wept her heart out on the shore

Sea shells scattered as her solidified emotions

Scratched the rocks heart with her nails

Rocks do not budge at her temper

Rocks do not melt with her cries

She was left on her own to die a silent death

03/03/2022

Illusion

2021-09-28T23:15:00.001-07:00

She meandered on the footpath

Smiling and dancing

Her feet moved in a rhythm

Throwing some Stolen glances

His heart melted with ease

Blood drummed a different beat

Hurried steps in her direction

Magnetic pull was observed

With a poof she vanished

Only her fragrance lingered

She was nothing of real

An illusion his mind created.

29/09/2021

College Reunion

2021-09-20T05:26:00.001-07:00

Reunion with the batchmates. Really ?? It's been so long I have been in touch with any of my batchmates, ever since I shifted to Canada. How did you found me? Whatever it's my pleasure to relive the memories. College days were the best for sure " Sudhir excitedly said all this in one breath.

His friend, Rohan from college days had called him up. Sudhir had been so engrossed in his working environment that he left behind everyone. He lost contact with his family then how come he could have been in touch with his batchmates.

Rohan and Sudhir were inseparable during college days. They were known as 'Jai-Veeru' popular characters of Hindi Film. With time things changed, Sudhir went seperate ways in search of job he landed in Canada and within a year or two he found himself distant from his motherland and people.

He bought a house and got married to an intelligent Indian girl who was working in his office. He was happy in his own sweet world away from his country. He even got permanent citizenship there and broke all ties from India.

Rohan his best friend stayed grounded in his hometown. He had his own business to take care off. He often remembered his college days, whenever he met his batchmates in the city. He was social and kept on organizing get together for his friends.

But this year was different as it was silver jubilee reunion function of their batch which was organized in college itself. He was missing his friend Sudhir a lot and that was when he searched for him.

In this technology era it was not difficult to find his friend. He got his number and dialled him for the invitation.

Sudhir, immidiately agreed and booked his tickets. "I am going Home." He thought.

Even though he was the citizen of Canada his friends phone call reminded him, he still belongs to his own motherland.

I can't leave you

2021-09-20T05:25:00.001-07:00

My values and my virtues

You are me

You shaped me the way I am

Forever grateful to you

My emotions and my feelings

You are part of me

Helping me cope with tough times

I can never leave you

O Krishna help me stand

By myself

Help me not to fall for

Unwanted desires

Let me hold onto you

To be truthful to me.

@deeप्ती

Painter of the Universe

2021-09-20T05:24:00.001-07:00

O supreme painter

Of the Universe

I bow to thee

On a rainy night

You appeared

To spread the light

Of right

O My Krishna!

You are my mentor

And I bow to thee!

-29/08/2021

Soul In Ruins

2021-09-20T05:22:00.001-07:00

On the vestibule of my mind's ruins

I sit and contemplate

Looking back at the drowned emotions

I weep for the lost times

I see my shattered soul in ruins

From birth after birth

I seek solace in His lotus feet

~30/08/2021

@deepti

Warmth of Summer

2021-09-20T05:21:00.001-07:00

It was a beautiful summer morning. The pregnant Clouds hovered above making the birds and earth smile, all ready to welcome the cool soothing showers.

Manisha was sitting on her garden swing watching the little squirrels pecking at the grains she had scattered a while ago.

Her blue tooth speaker was playing her favourite playlist. She was smiling and happy as she received a call from her husband yesterday that he was coming today on a short visit.

Manoj, her husband has been serving the country, even before they got married. She got attracted towards his uniform and his personality. He was a kind, compassionate being with an ever smiling face.

She melted in his gaze and fell for him on their first meeting. Soon they got married and he went on to serve his country as that was his first duty.

Today after eight months he is returning home. She was on cloud nine and planted a quick kiss to her loving plants and rushed inside. She has loads of work to do, he will be hone soon.

This summer is spreading its warmth of love. Summers are so beautiful she thought and smiled herself.

Not Alone

2021-09-20T05:20:00.001-07:00

Prabhu was a simple person, living in his village along with his wife. He used to work in the other people's fields when ever they needed. Rest of the time he did petty works for all in the village. In return they used to give him food.

He was happy in his small world with nothing much to aspire. He was elated when his wife Promila declared that she was pregnant with his child.

Their joys knew no bounds. But now the question of surviving along with some extra money became their priority. Prabhu, started working hard by working in a barber shop.

He was now saving for their child. Time passed and his wife suddenly started having severe pain in her womb. He shouted for help. No one provided any help and they all suggested to take her to the hospital, which was across the hill. There was no proper road and no mode of transportation available.

He felt helpless looking at his wife who was in terrible pain. He borrowed a hand cart from a neighbour and made her wife lie on it. He started running towards the hospital which was more than twenty kilometres away and that too without any proper road.

He kept on running and running. His wife was in deep pain and was crying. Suddenly her cries stopped. He looked at the cart and found her lifeless lying on it.

His entire world crashed and had no inkling what to do. He was all alone in the world. Villagers came and helped him do the last rites for his wife. He was torn deeply. He lost his wife and his child due to the lack of resources.

This did not break his determination. He took a loan and bought a bike and then helped all the needy reach hospital in time. He converted his bike into a mobile carrier for the patients. Looking at his good work and selfless service the villagers commended and appreciated his service.

He was now not alone in his journey of service. Mankind was with him. He was no more dependent he was an Independent person who had dedicated his life to help others.

Bond Of Love

2021-09-20T05:18:00.001-07:00

Shagufta was sitting quietly on her terrace looking at the stars. Soft summer breeze was playing with her locks. Shagufta all of thirteen, she felt trapped in the house.

Everyone was fast asleep and she stole few moments for herself. She had been married for five years now. When she was just eight she was engaged to her first cousin. Few days later she was married and sent to this house.

At that time she did not even knew what marrige meant. But her father wanted to get rid of his responsibility as soon as possible. Her mother could not utter a word as her father threatened that he will give Talak if she disagreed.

Her mother Bano was quiet and sucked in her tears and fears. Shagufta had no inkling what was happening to her.

She was married to her cousin fifteen years older. He had lust and unending hunger for her body. She cried endlessly but all in vain. No one was there to help her or hear her cries. All ears were deaf.

She found solace in the soothing embrace of the night stars. They listened calmly and helped her tears dry in their embrace.

Slowly she found a deep love and a serene connection with the night sky. Stars were her bond of love and her saving grace.

She vowed to herself, she will stand tall for a better life. Maybe her twinkling friends will help her gain courage and strength to fight for her rights.

*******

Reunion of Memories

2021-09-20T05:17:00.001-07:00

Sitting quietly at a corner table, Suman was deep in her thoughts. She was far away somewhere. Her eyes were fixed on a small blue boat outside her window.

It was tied to a plank secured with a strong nail. Boat wanted to set free and sail into the river. The water was calling her and she was helpless tied to the shore. Boat knew her happiness lies in the free flowing water.

Suman felt connected with the boat. Even she was tied to the shore and waiting to sail freely into the vast ocean. Her wings were clipped with responsibilities and vows of sacred band in her finger. Yet she yearned to open her wings and scale the heights.

She felt suffocated. Feelings of love have taken backstage with time. Now her past memories haunt her, they call her towards her dream. Dream to conquer the stage as an artist.

That blue boat has meddled with her brain and held a reunion of lost memories. It's time she needs to spread her wings and break the shackles to sail in the river once again.

She came to some conclusion and stood firmly with a strong dedication. Atlast she feels free.

One

2021-09-19T06:55:00.001-07:00

It's raining outside

Come let's dance

to the tune of raindrops

Let our hearts melt

With the music

Reverberating in our souls

Let us laugh

On the rooftop

Watching the sun going down

Let us breathe

Under the sky

Gazing the glowing stars

Let us be one

And live in the moment

Of silence and grace!

19/09/2021

© Deeप्ती

Legend

2021-09-19T06:54:00.001-07:00

Little Pinky was admiring the fun activities of the squirrels dancing on the tree and ground. Squirrels were chirping merrily picking up food grains from the ground which her mother Sunita had sprinkled on the ground for the birds. But before any bird could see the grains squirrels came hopping and started gobbling the grains.

Pinky was excited to see them filling their mouths continuously. Her mother Sunitha approached along with Chintu. Chintu lived two houses away from them. He was of same age as of Pinky. Together they played almost everyday.

"Pinky see what I found near my gate." Saying so he produced a peacock feather in one hand and grains to feed the birds in another. Bit almost all the grains had slipped from his hand

"Ahaa.. it's so beautiful." Pinky clapped gaily. " What is in your other hand I cannot see anything. You think with your tiny hands you can feed the birds. And that too with only two three grains" she mocked.

He was disheartened yet he came forward and said "They are so cute. I love their backs as they have those beautiful lines on which I feel like riding my cycle. "

And they both laughed in their joke.

He further added " I always feel as if my cycle has created those lines on their back. Exactly the way my tyres mark the ground after rains. I could carry grains on cycle to feed them."

Sunitha was hearing their conversation, she wanted to make them understand the importance of effort so she smiled and asked them "that is interesting Chintu. But, do you know, how the squirrels got those three stripes on their back?"

"No, please tell na ?" Unitedly both asked.

She sat beside them " As per legend when Sita was abducted by demon Ravan, Rama reached the tip of the land. With the help of Hanuman he knew that Sita was across the ocean. All the vanars started building a bridge on the ocean by adding large rocks aa a bridge.

Seeing all this a little squirrel came there and she too wanted to help. As she had played a lot with Sita when they were in the forest. In those times squirrels were with plain back. They were in single plain colour.

That squirrel started picking pebbles and started adding them to the bridge. She kept on working day and night. Looking her work all the vanars started making fun of her.

"Look at this squirrel, she is picking such tiny pebbles and throwing in the ocean and she thinks she is building the bridge. Ha ha ha..."

Of course she was disheartened with thier words. She really wanted to help but she could not pick large rocks as the vanars could. She started crying silently and sat away from them.

Prabhu Shri Ram was watching all this he went near her and said " why are you crying. Your work is equally important. No work is big or small. Let them say whatever they want to say. They do not know how precious and important your small pebbles are to the bridge. Because of your small pebbles their big rocks are getting support as it is filling the space between them." Saying so he picked her up gently and made her sit on his lap. And then he gently stroked her back with his fingers. And rewarded her with three beautiful stripes in return.

And as per the legend, that is how she got her stripes."

"Yes mummy now I understand every work is important. Said Pinky

Chintu loved the legendary story. He now knew even his work was important.

********

Language of Love ❤️

2021-06-10T23:47:00.001-07:00

Unforgettable Childhood Games

2021-06-08T05:32:00.001-07:00

"Hey, Mishti... Hey.. hey.. listen.. come on . Let's play our favourite game. Aunt Sonam has gone to the market. See, I got this piece of chalk.." Tabbu smiled mischievously holding a small piece of chalk.

'kilkil kante' was their favourite game. In which they chose a surface, like cupboard, table, chair... Etc etc, and make hidden marks, with a chalk. And the opponent must find all the marks in a speculated time. Well.. Yes it was kind of their 'Treasure Hunt game'.

Their Aunt Sonam was a meritorious medical student.. she ensured that all kids at home must give their hundred percent to studies. She despised their innocent game.

She was a tall slim woman, with sharp features and lovely smooth wheatish complexion. She had straight long hair which touched her knees. In all she was an intelligent beautiful beauty.

According to her .. this 'Stupid' game was played by the street kids. BUT, Mishti and Tabbu loved to invest their time playing their own miniature version of treasure hunt. They could spend hours playing it. After all,.. the loser used to buy icecream for the other. Ahem..ahem.. that was a HUGE incentive.

"Wow really.. she has gone to the market.. I know she will take atleast 2 to 3 hours to return. Let's play. Yayy!"

Both happily left their books and rushed to the terrace. Today, they had selected a wooden cupboard on terrace, which stored pillows and mattresses for the night.

Summer nights were absolutely fun. Everybody slept on the terrace... Right under the dark blanket full of sparkling diamonds.. and one big white dimond, which changed shapes everyday.

In the evening the terrace was sprinkled with water to let the heat evaporate and thereby, it got ready to spread the matresses..

An earthen pot was filled with water and left there... After an hour or so ... With magic.. it had the coolest aromatic water.. water tasted like the Best cool drink.

To jump and roll on all the matress at one go was the happiest game they had ever enjoyed. Mishti loved to gaze at the stars and form different patterns joining the sparkly dots with her imaginary pencil on the skyline.

******

They had started their game when suddenly Tabbu shrieked.. "Aa..aa.aaa.aaàaa"

Mishti looked up to Tabbu.. and turned white immediately.. to her horror..

Aunt Sonam was standing behind and pinching Mishti's ear.

"How come you have come so early??" Mishti asked crying with pain.

"Ahaa.. so.. you wait for me to go out and play This game... Why can't you play better games..?? Like Chess, Carom, badminton, Guess Guess..." Aunt Sonam was furious... "It was good that I returned home.. and caught you in the act.."

Mishti and Tabbu were feeling sorry now.. they admitted it was bad of them to wait for her to go out..

"Well.. Now when you both are sorry I must tell you that, I returned because I remembered.. you both wanted to see Movie Jungle Book." Smiling she continued "Come.. let's get ready and we will go together to watch it. I bought the tickets already. And promise me... you will play good games."

" Yes we promise Aunty.. but, if we want to play this game sometimes .. will you let us play for just once in a week..maybe.." Tabbu asked sheepishly.

Aunt laughed heartily and hugged them both.." see... now you know, how to do things. If you want to do something then it should never be done in hiding. I love you both"

Both smiled and said sorry and never to repeat.. a lesson learnt well in abundance ....with Love.. ❤️

*********©Deepti******

Caged

2021-06-06T22:16:00.001-07:00

Inside a cage
She lived
Not aware of
The world
So bright.
She saw
Others
Flying high
In the sky.
Her wings
Fluttered
But did not
Spring.
Her cage
Was small
And tiny
Walls touched
Her clipped
Wings.
Who are those
In the sky?
Her heart yearns
To fly one day.
Is there a heaven
Beyond
My cage
Or
An illusion I see?

07/06/2021
©Deepti

Desert

2021-06-02T23:44:00.001-07:00

Walking on the barren land

Far away eyes see, only sand

Empty heart filled with grains

No vegetation could sustain

Cactus stands tall around

Eagles lurch from behind

Vacant eyes and dried tears

Parched lips cries in despair

Thirsty soul wanders around

Waiting for a soothing sound.

~03/06/2021~

©Deeप्ती

Waiting for Rain

2021-05-20T05:48:00.001-07:00

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

2021-05-16T21:42:00.001-07:00

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

2021-05-13T06:05:00.001-07:00

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

2021-05-13T06:04:00.001-07:00

"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

2021-05-07T23:52:00.001-07:00

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... 🙏

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Magic Happens

2021-05-06T22:20:00.001-07:00

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

2021-05-03T00:05:00.001-07:00

"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?

2021-05-01T19:25:00.001-07:00

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**

The Road Of Life

2021-04-26T22:19:00.001-07:00

Walking hand in hand

On this road called Life..

We have come a long way

Yet, it seems only yesterday

Quarter of a century passed

Since we had known each other

Caring for all over the time

Yet, it seems only yesterday

Will reach the horizon

Holding each other

Far away we will travell

Even if it feels only yesterday

Our road of Life

Be it any how

Will travel together till end

Where ever the end is.......

27/04/1996 to 27/04/2021