....Things go wrong!

Wherever I feel my life is gonna blossom....

....All the flowers wilt!

Whenever I feel that I am gonna smile.....

When my family heard the cries of their brand new member.

My mom could barely smile and cry at the same time.

My dad could not stop acting like a wind chime.

My sister went berserk, to find a baby girl.

A brother that she wanted, those tantrums that she hurled.

The grandeur of my existence.

Was surely more than its pretence.

I never knew I'd be so well treated.

And my parents would be so well greeted.

As I happened to grow a bit older.

And I no longer remained a toddler.

I was not much pampered.

And my identity that got hampered.

I could no longer cry for any toys.

And often fought with all those boys.

I was punished for behaving bad.

I howled but no one seemed to feel sad..

I soon realized the beauty of being old.

Cuz all that glitters is not always gold.

By now, I had learned most of my life lessons.

Something I couldn't afford to be missing.

I was young, pretty but not very shy.

Surely ready to attract so many guys.

And now I'm here, turning much more older.

Wishing to turn back into a tiny toddler.

God turns our days into years and more.

I thought I heard something whilst I was busy trying to wind up my work at 10:00 pm.

I heard it again. This time I couldn't resist opening a slit from my window to check it out! and I yelled.."Heyy it's raining!!"

I just turned around to find a few curious heads up and all staring at me! "First rains!!" and in no time I had like 5-6 people around me trying to get its glimpse.They all were piercing their heads as though that was a rare sight to capture!so finally the hoax call had turned into reality.

Not too many stay back in office that late so the entire 'late night' gang was just enjoying the hustle and rustle of the leaves and the smell of wet sand.Thats one thing that turns us totally nostalgic!

One remembers his school days, the other remembers how he got wet when he was a kid, the third remembers how much fun he had in his home village, and the memories just pour in!

I quickly shut off my PC, packed my stuff and ran downstairs to get some drops on my face. The whole place smelled great. I took a deep breath to and hugged nature.

It was dark and I could see the rain pouring from the light of the street lamps. It gave it a yellow color..

I wished I could stand in the midst of this beautiful feeling that nature has to offer. Nonetheless I didn't have to feel too bad cuz it was the first rain for the season and there was yet more to come my way!!...

And I carried myself back home..the first rains had paid off yet again!!

To thee I pray.

Please forgive me.

For all the sins I commit today

I want to be the best daughter.

Of those who gave me life.

Giving them all my happiness.

Would that be enough to suffice.?

I want to be the best sister.

Of her who loves me much.

She fought with me, through thick and thin.

I would love to repay just as such.

I want to be the best friend.

Of those who stood by my side.

Through all those times, happy and sad.

And wiped my tears when I cried.

I want to be the best wife.

Of my man who seems to appear.

To give him love in every way.

And drive away all my fears.

I want to be the best human being.

Those good deeds that I would follow.

To love, care and help in every way.

To earn my very own halo.!

Oh lord my mighty lord.

To thee I pray.

Please take care of me and my people...

Each second, each minute...every day...!

With a person, over and above.

For a heart to break so fast.

To the love that doesn't much last.

We do everything that we can.

To go against all odds and up we stand.

To love the world's greatest friend.

For all those reasons we can't apprehend.

Then why do we give in so quick.?

To a relationship that seems so slick.

By the end we just ought to know.

All feelings that we could never show.

Why do we ever fall in love.?

Randomly that we happen to rove.

In the lands of no man no mercy.

In the land that is so much farce-y.

We lose out on who we are..

From our identity that goes so far..

We don't know what to do next.

For each step, that turns into a big jest.

Why do we fall in love.?

With someone over and above.

Do we always need to prove.?

That he is always so much grooved.

Let him know you love him.

From deep down your heart and within.

And if he never feels the same.

Then love will never justify its name.!

Life for me is the making of an Ocean..made up of high tides and Low tides.

In High Tides, the ocean water is all thrilled to swim ashore ready to tickle our feet.

It gushes its way creating huge waves and finally bursts over the shore and all the huge rocks and settles down to form small crystals that shine over the whole place.

The foam that is formed gets stuck on to the wet sand giving it a soft white cushion look.

The waves are happy to get so close to the earth, and they are accompanied with wind breezes that blow over the water towards the land.

Whereas in low tides, the ocean water is standstill, expressing sorrow for being so much away from the land. It misses the big waves and the breeze that accompanies it in its good times. It can see the land but it can't get to it. It sees the huge rocks waiting for it to burst over them, but it can go any further. It wants to force itself to splash over all the small creatures and carry them with it to get to mother earth but it needs to wait till its right time.

Our life is just like these tides.

At one point of time we are in the High tide. We experience enthusiasm and excitement, since all our needs and wants are being taken care of!

We stand over the shore to enjoy the tidal water. It slips under our feet washing away all the sand that lies underneath, almost loosing our balance and making us fall. In those times we need to take a step ahead or backwards to keep up our balance so that we don't fall off.

Our happiness can just be so much that it can swipe us off our feet. We need to keep the balance otherwise it just can go out of control.

When we are suffering the low tides, we experience the worst sorrows and try to get away with it. We see happiness just around the corner but we can't get to it. We are stranded with something we don't like in spite of knowing that it's gonna last just for some time.

We crave for those happy moments but we are not able to get to them.

Life is like the ocean that keeps changing with time. At times we r happy like when the tides are high and at times we r unhappy as the low tides.

Time can be the best healer and at the same time be the worst destroyer!

Across open blue skies...

It takes a high leap...

And flies over miles...

I keep staring at it...

Accompanied with much noise...

It glides smoothly through the air...

With a perfect steady poise...

It carries my loved ones...

Over the seven seas...

I wave out to them...

For I'm not very pleased...!

It takes them abroad...

To a whole new world to see...

To a far away land...

Miles and Miles away from me...

I sometimes stop and wonder...

When I would get to be a part...

To see the world from the top...

And to skip a beat of my heart...

Those tiny little roads...

With mini cars that speed away...

It seems like a huge toy store...

Those small bridges and trains to play...

I open my eyes and find myself...

Still staring at the huge white bird...

It slowly disappears in those fluffy clouds...

Leading its flock to herd...