The Shining Stars

The stars shining brightly

Millions and millions of them

Twinkling in the hazy sky

They look like a faraway gem

They are so lovely

Forming new things in the sky

Sometimes it’s a scorpion

Sometime a butterfly!

I just wish they were a bit nearer

That I could extend my hands and touch them

Feeling the tenderness and affection of their touch

And happiness in my life, they’d condemn!

I wish I could catch them

And decorate them in my home

These twinkling, shining little beauties

Would lay embedded in my heart’s dome!

The Indefinite Wait.....

She sat near her only treasure….her creased eyes staring longingly out of the window. Her withered hands which looked like rusted gold, as the sun shined softly on them, were rested timidly on the panes and she looked out as if there was no tomorrow. She gazed out where the shimmering Sun penetrated through the translucent leaves of the majestic trees and the dew drops shone as diamonds on the soft blades of the grass.

But her eyes could adore no such beauty. They could only see one thing, which was the face of her son. Her husband had died of cancer when their son was only five years old. She would have killed herself because of the shock and trauma that there was no one left for her in this world. But she had lived…and a painful life too, just for her young child. The childlike innocence in his eyes, his naughty voice and his warm gentle hands, all had compelled her to live, never for herself but for her small darling.

She toiled from dawn to dust to educate her son and provided him with three square meals a day and good clothes, eating only a mouthful herself and moving around in rags in search for work. She provided him the best education possible protecting her son from all evils in her arms. Her son went to the best college, got a reputable job and settled down comfortably with a family of his own.

He bought a huge house where she lived too. But not as a mother anymore, she lived as a nurse or a maid without any respect or value. She cared for her grandchildren, looked after the house and did all the things possible in this old age. Her own child was unbearably harsh with her.

One bright autumn day, when she woke up, her room looked bizarrely bare. All her things had gone. She sat up in bed, when her son entered and told her that all her things had been packed and loaded in the truck. She battled her eyelids with surprise and a tinge of fear stung her deep inside. He pushed her into the car and informed the driver to take her to the old age home. In his last words, he informed his mother that his family was going on a holiday so they were sending her to the old age home, but they would be back soon to pick her up.

Her eyes glistened with tears as she wished to look at her Grandchildren for the last time and say good bye to her loved ones…but she looked on as she did everyday from then onwards.

She does not eat a morsel and goes without water for days, but sits in the derelict room staring out of the window with yearning eyes. In her mind, she knew they would never return but in the bottom of her heart she told herself that they would come. But now…now..it was too late. She kept looking out as her eyes slowly closed with tears glistening on her face as the dew drops outside, just as they did the day she had left them!

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An Inspiring Letter by Abraham Lincoln

Hello friends, I am back this time with something new! Recently while flipping through a literary book, a letter caught my attention. This letter was written by the former President of the United States of America, Abraham Lincoln, to the Headmaster of the school in which his son was studying. After reading this letter, it touched the core of my heart and so I thought it best to share it with all of you! I am sure it has something for all of us to learn from….whether young or old, it has a profound message for everyone. Here it goes:

To,
The Headmaster

He will have to learn, I know,
That all men are not just,
All men are not true,
But teach him also,
That for every scoundrel there is a hero,
For every selfish politician,
There is a dedicated leader!

Teach him that for every enemy there is a friend,
It will take time I know but teach him if you can,
That a dollar earned is of far more value than five found!

Teach him to learn to lose and also to enjoy winning
Steer him away from envy, if you can
And teach him the secret of quiet laughter
Let him learn early, that the bullies are the easiest to lick!

Teach him if you can the wonder of books
But also give him time to ponder over the eternal mystery of birds in the sky,
Bees in the sun and flowers on the green hillside
In school teach him it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat!

Teach him to have faith in his own ideas,
Even if everyone tells him they are wrong
Teach him to be gentle with gentle people
And tough with the tough!

Try to give my son the strength, not to follow the crowd
When everyone is getting into the bandwagon!

Teach him to listen to all men,
But teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth,
And take away the good that comes through!

Teach him if you can how to laugh when he is sad
Teach him there is no shame in tears!

Teach him to scoff at cynics,
And to beware of too much sweetness!

Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to the highest of bidders,
But never to put a price tag on his heart and soul!

Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob
And to stand and fight if he thinks he is right!

Treat him gently, but do not cuddle him,
Because only the test of fire makes fine steel!

Let him have the courage to be impatient,
Let him have the patience to be brave!

Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself,
Because then he will always have sublime faith in mankind
This is big order but see what you can do
He is such a fine little fellow, my son!

Yours sincerely,
Abraham Lincoln

This letter by Abraham Lincoln has left me spellbound and speechless. I had read about this great soul; but after reading this, there is more respect and admiration embedded in my heart for this eminent personality.

The Indian Festival of Colors

This is the time to rejoice and have fun, the time for celebration and festivity, a time for union of everyone! Yes, this is festival time all over our country, India. This festival is called Holi and I am all in the mood of it on this 21st of March. It is colors and sweet delicacies everywhere. Red, green, yellow, blue….Wow!

Now, now, I know all those who do not know about this festival must be thinking that I am going crazy but guys, it is not so! Holi is also called the Festival of Colors and is one of the most popular spring festivals of India. On the first day we light bonfires in the death of night to signify the end of evil….while everyone eagerly waits for the second day to arrive! On the second day people throw colored powder and water at each other and enjoy themselves. The faces and dresses of people become unrecognizable smeared with bright, vibrant colors.

Old friends and relatives come together and enjoy the festival! It is certainly a great time for merry making and fun! It is a colorful and gay festival and one of the best Indian festivals for me! Happy Holi to all you friends who enjoyed their Holi and also to those who read this post!

Happy Holi :D

The Prince!

He cried when he saw them

The children at the park

Playing and playing and having fun

Where he could not make his mark

He looked at them with eyes

That were glistening with envy

Oh how he wished to be there too

With remorse he said, Oh Lord! Why me?

He kept looking from day to dawn

Until the game was over

And until a harsh sound he heard

Calling him down for dinner

How could he forget?

That a royal prince he was

Who could not even have the pleasure

Of even walking on the wet moss

How could he forget?

That the Palace was his only home

And the world outside the window

Was but a covered dome

He never could play in the sun

Nor even in the sparkling rain

Not when the trees shed their leaves

Or the Earth became a white plane

He was always provided with luxury

The best a man could get

His parents thought the Prince was happy

Not knowing happiness he had never met

Money could not buy everything

But who would make them understand?

The desire of this little child; who was tagged a Prince

But in his heart and soul he remained a young hand!

People must have always thought how much fun the life of a Prince or Princess would be. But have you ever looked at the other side of the coin?

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