Less is More to me...

Living life doing things that one likes and is fine with, is the best type of life one can have, instead of trying to live gang-wise and all. When in a gang and all, at one time it all fall apart. After all different people has different views from the rest. They can never reach one single solution. Decision is supposed to be unanimous, which is more or less not attained as time goes on. Ignorance is bliss and next to godliness to me. Yes, these are my views. I love being left alone, doing things that I find comfort in. That may include shopping, blogging, having ice-cream, evening walks with the lover, the in-between romance and so on. But more or less....I have learnt to live my life with these only. The little things that life gifts me are enough for me to get by. A coffee-tea break in between walks on a rainy day...is best enjoyed when with the person you love the most or when in solitude. That's what what my life is to me now- my Teddy, my parents, my blog and laptop... :-)

Goddess of Wind

She is the mother,
Her anger gives you grief.
But she loves her children,
Her care gives you relief.


She is the ruler,
Raging over the sea.
Even the lofty mountains couldn't-
Stop her from running free.


She is the best companion for your child,
The balloons and kites one can see flying.
She is the main reason why,
Mankind took birth and is living.


She moves like a lady,
She moves like a Queen.
She dances around like the happiest damsel,
One has ever seen.


She is the breeze,
She is the gale.
She can spin about...
A wonderful fairy-tale.

But she is beautiful,

With pale valor.

Her hair flies all around,

With the soft magical words she murmurs.

The goddess of wind is friend of all.
She has shunned her vanity. 
She reaches out to those,
Who are in dire need of her touch.


But then the goddess of wind is blind,
She rushes of to any direction,
Leaving all behind.
She moves hither and yonder..
Like a soulless young girl,
In search of her long lost lover.

Truth is...

It takes some time for you to realize,
But when it hits on you,
It makes you wiser and not morbid.
It clears the fog of a new path too.


The fragrance of truth is exotic,
It sets your spirits free.
It protects the tender heart,
After all it's the fruit-
Of the forbidden knowledge tree...


Truth is that it will end up hurting you.
Truth is that without which you can't move ahead.
Truth is as fragrant as a wild rose,
Whose thorns will always leave-
Your soul and body deeply wounded.


But can life go on without truth?
Truth is that without truth-
Life can be picture perfect.
But then life loses its meaning of moving on.
This sadistic Utopian kingdom is something-
Which mankind will always hate.

Bananas!

A bump or two,

I go wobbly woo!

With the specs hanging over the nose,

The dishes crash over my toes!

Jumping here and there,

When on the phone with my friend.

The next moment I am in the air

And eventually landing on the floor,

With the phone falling over my head!

I go all blah blah blah,

When I am walking down the road.

My eyes would always miss the dent.

I would surely trip and fall flat like a toad!

I gaze all dreamily at the night sky,

Blinking at the twinkly stars.

The dark clouds would just then gather up,

And start scaring me with its lightning sparks!!!