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When I see life

When I see life as a garden, I see flowers, trees and lots of fun, I also see pests and weeds, But when i clear them, I get my needs. When I see life as a tree, I feel like leaves high up and free, Then comes the autumn and I shed down, But then comes spring: a new dawn.  When I see life as the sky, I feel like a bird and I can fly!! I also see clouds that make me feel low, But only clouds can bring rains and a rainbow.

Miss you thatha

A walking encyclopedia he was I still can't accept his loss "Life is a Maya" he believed With positivity and wisdom he lived A doctor, a spiritualist, a poet he was Always learning without a pause Any subject, the depth he knew People like him are very few His writing, preaching, his poetry, His wisdom, vast as branches of a tree, There was no one he couldn't inspire, He's one soul we all dearly admire, A wonderful husband and father, The world's best grandfather, A cutest great grandfather he was, His pure soul deserves an applause. The past is gone, he is gone, Now it's our time to move on, He always talked of the 'power of now', At present what is alive is his love

They Are Too Young To Go

They are still children, Why should they cry and suffer? It's their age to explore life, Here, they see thier life buffer. Some don't know, Some are well aware, That they are going to go, And that's really not fair. Their life is ending, It's their age to play. "Why should they be in pain?" Thinking this, I just lay. Young kids in their last days, It's their age to dream, And here they are facing, A reality to its extreme. Many terminal patients Of  cancer , today I saw, I was disturbed when I thought, The kids are still fresh and raw. It is not their time to go, It's their age to study, To face the ugly side of life, They are too young to be ready. I have so much to thank, My family, my life and god, So much I have in my life, I feel so blessed by the Lord. Sometimes I feel I've faced, "A lot" in my childhood. Today I realised for sure, My life has treated me really good. I realise I should be stronger, I

The Midnight Rain

Rain rain, so nice and calm, You are always a pleasure, Relaxing and refreshing, You cool the heat down. Here you come today, With bombs of thunder, And swords of lightning, Scaring the whole town. Like in most horror movies, An almost pitch dark room, Lights up with a loud sound, With a terrified dog's mourn. There have been times, When you came with smiles, And we enjoyed playing, And running on our lawn. At times you sweetly come, When the sun shines warm, And make the sky romantic, As a lovely rainbow is born. Rain oh rain, just like a mind, With flowing and pouring Feelings; some are calming And some make us frown. A mind with fantasies, As colourful as a rainbow, Giving us a dreamy hope of a Soon to come, new dawn. The thunders are the voices That constantly push us Into thoughts and dilemmas, In which we tend to drown.

THE FLYING LOVERS

Once as I was relaxing, And whiling away time to glory, I spotted: On my green terrace, There were two cute bulbuls, Trying to build their sweet home, To make their sweet small family. They co-operated with each other, with great love, Understandingly they shared their work, As one got the twigs, the other would weave, Sweetly singing, “tweet-tweet” as they, Passionately built their home, sweet home, To make their sweet small family. Both husband and wife, very adorable, Hopped and played on the terrace, Day and night as they struggled hard, They took breaks and romanced in water, In the bird bath, beside their sweet home, Where they planned their sweet small family. They saw left, right and all around, To make sure, no one was eyeing, And there were no predators around, Evil and cunning, like the hungry crows, Wait to destroy their nurtured sweet home, And wreck their cute small family. One fine day, the mother bird, Laid

Life Is But A Dream

What we do not have today, May get it on trying, tomorrow, And what we have this day, May later be no more, It seems really magical, Cause life is but a dream. Sometimes, we may not know, The reason for excitement, happiness, And sometimes without reasons, we show, Weird mood swings and depressions, It does seem really ridiculous, Cause life is but a dream. Sometimes, we do not understand; What is happening in the world around, Many questions come to mind, Making us feel, answers’ not found, It seems really mysterious, Cause life is but a dream. Sometimes, we imagine things, Which do not really exist in our fate, And about those things we think, That makes us contemplate, It seems really like a movie, Cause life is but a dream. The precious things lost today, We may get it back no more, We have to move on, our way, And open the good hope’s door, And the windows of memories, The room of future is now bright. So row,

Cradle- That’s life

On 28 th march 1990, I was born, So little was I, wrapped in a pink blanket, I was brought to my mother all clean, And was put in a cradle, A little wooden rocking cradle, For a little sweet baby me! My daddy came in to see his child, Admiring my little hands, so mild, He was lost in a new fathers’ world; Looking at me seeing him from the cradle, Yawning with my small mouth open, My dad felt, to him I had spoken! I grew up playing in my cradle, time passed, With dolls, teddies and ribbons, I slept there in my baby bed; Protected in a pink mosquito net, And cried out for my mommy, As I got up… “Maini”, that’s what I said. Now that I am a grown up adult, A cradle is no longer my meaning of security, As it was then, when I was an infant, Now, the world seems like a cradle to me, With the ups and downs, oscillating, Alternating, and swinging me. Looking at my life as a

Our life- A Butterfly’s life

We are born - we slowly crawl, And enjoy nature as it is,  Like a little caterpillar; We’re small and delicate. When a little older, Protected by the pupa of parental love And School teachers and friends… Then, before we realize, We are out with flying colours, Flying like a butterfly, In the garden of life; A garden of sweet flowers and thorns, And many butterflies like us, Exploring this colourful garden… And also, many competitors Like the honeybees, Wanting to collect the same nectar; The nectar of knowledge and career That we want to live on… Many frogs and spider-webs, Wanting to trap us, But yet, we see our life as A beautiful and colourful place To live in, in the very less Time we have, to spend and to find A meaning for this warm and green, Colourful garden called - ‘life’!                                                                ~ Mridula.N.Murthy