Mind and Matters

In an era of fast foods, gadget and social media, it always seemed a life of quick pace . Every day the hurry in which we all get ready at home never left me the time to think of all that is beautiful around me. Yesterday, I made a conscious decision of observing and living every moment, the vaguest of smells and minute sounds and what unfolded was no less than magic. The love in which my grandma made me every morsel of food and the very existence that I am able to spend time with her was filled with emotions .The long sleep in the morning which is usually a rarity had me dreaming beyond what I thought about myself. The moment I stepped out of my house with my little daughter and mom , the journey opened up eye catching sights – like the smell of soil after I saw someone washing their ground , smearing it with turmeric and drawing a rangoli. A sense of tradition and oneness is what that scene arose. When I saw my daughter, all of 6 able to make her choice so definitely on

Lost I was in my thought He was there for a brief pause What was that something that stopped me In having that time that was meant for we Running like a schoolgirl with no one to help All I wanted is for you to know me Tight was your hold , I wish I had told I allowed you to grow, so the sorrow A gallery of dreams , of words , rhymes and themes Is it not fair that I too get some peace You sit in my heart and flow in my vein  When you know I just run in vain It had to be one and the one was none You had your name , just everywhere Fear, scare, terror; laughed through the mirror Combat will I ever , with a shadow so near A tiny space, with letters in a maze Triumph I will with a spirit so pure That moment was mine ; only to shine Lost I was in my thought; to pen down what I had sought My attempt at writing  rhyming  poetry got a lot of sneers and for me to over come it is what I have penned down today ... http://writetribe.com/

Was it in her womb or in the flowers bloom ; Up in those valleys travelled , in the moments that left me baffled ; In the smile of a tender face , all those tears I shed in those phase; What was that which made the difference ; it was the time I learnt to be creative Am I the one to inspire which is what I aspire; Are you the one who inspired and never gave in to what you desired; Through the dark tunnels and the lit up sky , quite a contrary is what I sigh ; What was that which made the difference ; it was the time I learnt to be creative Noises that I hear all the time, in this world of brain that is mine; Words out of a voice , where the need is just for poise; A life worth a million dollar , all it requires is love and valor; What was that which made the difference ; it was the time I learnt to be creative Will we ever meet , O supreme , in your space so sweet; Colors is what I see as far as my eyes could sting like a bee; This is what ma