The Summer Rain

Clean and clear, with no shade of grey the vast sky up above reflected the shades of the blue sea. The fluffy white clouds hovered freely across the sky. In between them, the sun majestically seated himself clad in his bright orange garb. This season, he seemed more ferocious. The heat he exuded zoomed down and hit the earth hard. Like a frying pan, the hot waves emanated out of the boundless land. The sharp rays glistened the granuels like glitters..the unbinding heat warmed the deepest of the waters.Nothing moved..all still…the trees stood erect and the leaves hushed in silence. This summer was in full swing in the city.

People down here began to accept the scorching sun – with or without a smile. The powercuts were torturing. Somehow they seemed to take control of the house hold’s daily routine and reschedule their daily affairs. The black tar roads burnt until they could go no darker. School bells rang at 12.30 p.m. and children were rushed home. All who could afford a fan were lucky and those with an aircooler were lcukier, but those who had an AC were blessed!

Afternoon shopping was striclty avoided..Early morning walks were pre poned..and evening walks were post poned. The Ads on cosemtics shot up like zooom…talcum powder, cooling oil, sunscreen lotions et.al. People cautiosly followed all the precautions lest have sun strokes and burns.

The unluckiest of all were the pedestrains. Drops of sweat dripping, eyes burning, mouths getting dried, smacking their lips they kept their pace fast. The sun up above, followed them eagerly. Poor chaps, had to walk and so walked.

This way right from the vegetable vendors, the school children, the farmers, their wives, the employees, the house wives, the servant maids, the pedestrains – all whom the heat hit, earnestly prayed in silence – for the Summer to end.

The nature, seemed unmoved. The heat began to grow and continued to show its atrocity. Upon this it mocked sometimes, a morning would dawn with a cool breeze, when all awoke to it in eagerness, it used to suddenly vanish.The sky sometimes went grey, with a hope when looked up for the rain...all soon used to disappear in the vast sky. The Summer teased us this way. With no place to go…and for the love of the city ..all remained in silence, sustaining the damned weather.

I was one of those who sustained the weather in silence. There were times when i felt helpless in the heat. The hot waves, that thrust my head, gave me an unbearable headache. No amount of water quenched my thirst. The worst part was when I had to stand in the bustop under the shadow of a tree waiting for my company bus. The hot winds hit my face hard, and burnt my eyes. All I could do was to continue twitching my nose, wetting my lips incessantly and calling my friends to know how long the bus would take to arrive at my stop.

It was already June, and we heard the other cities rejoicing the rains. Our neighbouring city, began to be showered with rainfall long before the end of May. People there were lucky, We thought. But when was our turn? Except for the irregular teasers, ours saw nothing. The whole city was like a blast furnance, heated up.

But we will have our day soon….I had always thought.

No sooner than I thought, one weekend..while we all were taking a light nap…the weather suddenly changed. The clouds hid the bright sun…and the sky became grey. The west winds, flew swiflty into the city. With itz buzzing and hissing sounds it entered every nook and corners of the houses. It swirled into the branches of the trees, sweeped the pebbles and the sands! The dry leaves lying on the roads flew haphazardly in the air. The sound of the wind grew louder and louder. By now, the whole city was wide awake and alert. Few hastily went up on the terrace to enjoy the cool wild breeze..By now the dark grey clouds appeared. They majestically hovered all over the sky, as though they were getting ready to play their show. Within moments, of the wind humbling down…the heavy down pour began. The numerous droplets that heavily fell on the ground made the rhythmic sound. In a rush they fell consistently, wetting th earth. The rain along with the wind, made the whoosing sounds – the trees vigourously swayed, and windows began to beat hard against the sills making the loud noises.

I eagerly ran up to my terrace. I could see the whole city drenching in rain. The buildings, trees , drainages, the stray dogs, the braying donkeys, the pedestrains. The roads, were blocked with the assembly of cars. The terrace floor was filled with water withing minutes. My dress, hair drenched in the rain. I jumped and sang in joy. The child within me awoke..and danced to the tunes of the rain. I really didn’t mind if I would catch cold and a run fever. I knew when I go down, I shall welcome my mom’s frowned and concerned face. I just wanted to live the moment and enjoy.

Down their on the roads, people didn’t mind getting drenched too. Despite the traffic jams…overflowing drains…all seemed to enjoy and silently say –Thank GOD it rained! :)

New Every Day

Life is new every day, with every morning and every ray...

Bringing with it the fragrance of hope...
Spreading in us magic of mirth...
As a light feather...and a tender touch...
slowly it dawns every day...

Just as a dew drop, that is tiny and pure
Just as a green leaf, that is fresh and true
Just as a bright sun that blazes on earth
Just as a full moon that embeds in the sky

Life is new every day, with every morning and every ray...

Just as the river that flows down the mountain
Just as the love that flows down the heart
Just as the tender rain that showers on earth
Just as the brown mud that smells so fresh

Just as the waves that move on and on...
Just as the time that goes on and on...
Life is new every day, with every morning and every ray...

For One Day

For ONE DAY live your life

Cry, Laugh, Sing, Dance
Care not for what others think…
And no doubt on how you do...

For ONE DAY live your life

When you don't like to wake up. DON’T.
When you don't like to work. DON’T
when you don't want to go. DON’T.
When you don't want to talk. DON’T


Break the shackles…and run on clouds..
No one to stop you and No one to hold…
With no fear of answering anyone…
With no need to reason anything..
Love like mad…be like a child

For ONE DAY live your life


Forget the past, Cut the future
Live in here, Love your present
Don’t answer calls…Don’t follow etiquettes…

For ONE DAY Reclaim your life !

Deep Inside

It began Inside, Deep Inside –
Like Flames fuming, Water whirling
Thunder Thrashing, Wind Jolting...

It burnt my heart and stifled my soul
The pain thrusting against my ribs began creeping above...
Unfettered, my ego held the reins
Hands gripped tight, head held straight
I laughed aloud and went ahead...

The sun was scorching, my head was reeling
Give me your hand the voice said,
I don’t need you is all I said...

Neither a prayer uttered nor a song sung
Unfettered, I just went ahead...

My senses slowing down, my energy drooping down
My eyes shutting down, my ego breaking down
Deep inside it threatened to blow down
Breaking my ribs and torturing my soul...

The pain had to be thrown
Help I needed, but reluctantly I proceeded...

Neither a prayer uttered nor a song sung
Unfettered, I just went ahead...

The clouded grey sky, the deep blue sea
There I was standing at the mountain peak…
My legs staggered, my hands shivered
My body pained, my heart strained...

The thunder broke through the sky
The wind gushed on my face
The chillness crippled my body
The tears made my eyes wet...

No voice I had
No power I had
All I could do was done
All I could say was yet to be done...

From inside, the pain gushed out
Through my shivering voice it barged out
Eyes tightly closed it came out “No longer I can! Help me out!”

My legs slipped - body broke - as a living corpse – there I fell loose...
The force pulled me down, the chilly wind…wiped my eyes
As light as a feather I was… The fierce force pulled me down, down and down
Splash! Into the waters…there I fell down!!

The pain! The Anguish! - Dissolved
The Splashes! The fumes! - Disappeared

My heart felt light – My soul felt fresh
Serenity dawned and Tranquility restored
My eyes opened to the deep blue sea
There I was sailing in Peace

Talk to me again..

The gale of winds, engulf me in warmth
The waves of sand, hurdle me on..
The shadow of sun, that crowns my head..
Far beyond the mountains..I stroll ahead...

In eager to hear from you..
With slender heart I wait for you..
In deep despair I wish to see you..
With sobering heart, I look to feel you..

From the Blue mountains..to the deep blue sea..
From the pastures of green.. to the dark green leaves..
My love for you showers like rain..
My beloved charioteer talk to me again..

On way Home

It was a long walk from her school to home.
But Betty loved it. She loved the deserted narrow road. She loved the greenery on either side. She loved the setting sun. She loved the cool breeze.
But most of all she loved to talk to her friends on the way, Bernie, the pipal tree and the other friends. It was a little secret only Betty knew.
In the beginning she wanted to surprise others by telling about her friends, but none ever believed her. ‘Gosh grow up sissy! ’ her brother had said. ‘What?! Trees talk to you?!’ her friends had exclaimed. Thus, she left it at that, lest they making fun of her friends.
This was 10 years ago. Now she was in high school, and Bernie and others were still her friends. On her way back home, she had always stopped by, talk to them, spend some nice time and leave.
Today, on her way back , she was tired. She slowly walked, threw her bag, and sat against Bernie’s brown trunk. Bernie was 70 years old now, and he was still going strong. Well, so were his friends around.
Betty was unusually silent, and that was not her. She was chirpy and garrulous, who loved to talk about her daily details, about how mean her school teachers can be, how irregular the boys of her school are, the secret paths she and her class girls had found, the secret lovers they had caught. But she was unusually silent today.
So Bernie initiated – ‘Good evening mademoiselle! How did the day treat you?’ Betty grunted and waved off her hand. ‘Uuhhhh…not bad then..! So did they give your grades at school’ Betty nodded a no.
‘Well then if it is not that, then...why...Is ….’
Betty cut it off and popped up and suddenly asked ‘ Bernie do you know what to do , to be perfect?’
If Bernie was a man, I would have described his expression. Bernie held for a second and gave a loud laugh. As though taken by surprise he asked ‘but why do you want to be perfect??’
‘Because, being perfect is the best. Because only by being perfect you can be the best. Because only perfect people are respected’
‘Oops and who told you this?’
‘I KNOW IT Bernie! ’ she frowned.
‘Hmmmm..! Alright when you know it’
Betty sighed. Her voice low she said ‘I am unhappy with myself Bernie. I am. I feel worthless. First of all I am not beautiful; if I was I would have received a beautiful rose on the Valentine’s Day, like all my other friends did. I am over sensitive. I easily get hurt. I am jealous about people. I am selfish. I lack sense of humor, so boys don’t talk to me! I am argumentative. I have so many flaws in me, and I wonder if anyone could ever love me!’
She halted, when was about to begin Uncle Tom was passing by, looking a Betty cheerfully yelled ‘Hey Betty! Tired of the walk? Go home soon…!’
‘Yes uncle a couple of minutes’ she managed to give a fake smile. After Uncle Tom, was out of the earshot Betty continued
‘I know am all this. And I want to change. I want to be the ideal girl - The good girl that everyone loves - The beautiful girl who gains the maximum attention. I want to be matured - The calm - The thoughtful – The selfless - the girl whom nobody has a problem with.’ Her voice trembled, and tears rolled down.
Bernie was silent.
‘Talk something Bernie!’ Betty demanded
‘Well, well give me some time! I am rehearsing my lecture!’ Bernie chuckled
‘Oh Common…please..!’
“Alright, alright let’s get serious for some time. Betty…I think I know how to become perfect’
‘You do!? How??” Betty’s face brightened.
‘Well, by not being perfect. And that makes things perfect’ he chuckled again. But looking at Betty's frowned troubled face; he suppressed his mirth and began –
‘OK let me explain, and begin with me. What do you think of me Betty?’
Though a little surprised, she gave in ‘You are a good old man Bernie. Strong..! Green..! Hmm patient! And Lovable!
‘OK. Now look at John and tell me what you think of him’
John the lemon tree was standing on the other side of the road. He shyly smiled and waved at Betty.
She smiled back and said ‘well I think he is young! Colorful! Bright! Slender!’
‘Hmmm now, amongst two of us, who do you think is perfect?’
John exclaimed ‘Oh Bernie...Please’
Betty was surprised too ‘How can we say that? I can’t compare you both! You are both good! In your own way!’ she was compassionate.
‘No I think I am imperfect Betty. I am old. I am stoic. I can’t move. I have nests all over. My leaves are dull in color. I have no wife. I feel bad too’ he sounded animated.
‘Bernie! You are not that!’ all of them at once exclaimed
‘No my friends I am! I am bad in my own ways. If a girl like Betty has so many flaws in her. What am I then, a damned soul’ he cribbed.
‘Bernie! Are you going to make me cry?!’ Betty hugged him. ‘I love you Bernie. You are my good friend! I am not bothered if you are old or stoic. Don’t say that ever again’

Bernie smiled, and calmly said “How I wish I could hug and tell you the same things Betty! Yes, no matter, if you are sensitive, careless, argumentative, but to all of us you are one of the best humans ever., who has been for the past ten years religiously stopping by and talking to us, the immovable souls, who can give you back nothing except love!”
‘Wipe your tears now’ John said.
‘Nothing is perfect in this God’s creation. Have you seen a square leaf? A rectangle cloud? A crystal clear river? Look at the mountains there; are they all in the same height? Well look at your own fingers are they of the same size?’
‘No’ she looked at her fingers and smiled as though amazed.
“Now does this mean, everything around is ugly? Absolutely not! These imperfections are the ones that make all the creations around beautiful..!”
Betty just gazed.
‘Life would have been so boring if all is perfect Betty’
‘How’ she quizzed.
“How? Well do you like the spring to be all year around?’
‘Noo…..It would be boring’
‘But why, that’s your favourite season’
“well, not for long! I might fail to appreciate its goodness, if I don’t see the winter” she mischievously smiled
‘Haha right! There you see! People, similarly fail to understand your goodness, if you have no vices!”
‘aaaah’ Betty awed, as though some brilliant thought had dawned into her.

‘So Betty, it’s perfect to be imperfect. And because you’re imperfect you are already perfect!” Rosa, the eucalyptus laughed.
‘Hmmm! I would have not liked myself to see with a smooth trunk, with my 65,789, 765 leaves in round shape! The grooves on my trunk help the ants to climb up easily, the thick leaves and their color protect the birds. My huge, rugged trunk helps me stand erect all the time! You see Betty; it’s not the perfections that make things beautiful. It is the originality that makes it beautiful. God is too efficient, to be questioned dear.” He smiled.
“Wow Bernie!” Betty almost shouted as she clapped.
“That was a speech Bernie’ Rosa exclaimed. ‘Yes. Yes’ murmured all.
Just then, Betty heard her mom’s voice shouting. “Betty! Betty! Where are you?”
It was then she realized, that It was quite late, and the sun almost set. ‘Oops it’s late! I have to rush. Will see you all tomorrow!’ she waved and ran down.
She confronted her worried mom, who was relieved to see Betty. “Betty! What took you so long! I’d called your friends; they said you’d already left. And I was….” Before her mother could finish the line, Betty hugged her and calmly said “I fell in a pit mom, an old man helped me come out; and it took me this long” she smiled.
“What? You fell down? Where? When? How did you? I mean when?”
“Come along mama, I will tell you along the way” she looked back as though knowing that Bernie heard it from that far.
--- And so they walked down…

Life is Beautiful

Life is beautiful..Yes it is..
As the Sun raises early in the east..
As the cock doodles early in the dawn..
As the birds chirp and chant..
As the buds blossom and flower..
As the first rays kiss the earth..
As the waters ripple down the rock..
I smile..and then i smile..and sing..
"Isn't life beautiful"

Life is beautiful..Yes it is..
As the day goes and night comes..
Sun adieus and moon creeps..
Birds asleep and crickets awake..
The wind.so cool and nice..
No one to see..No one to rule..
There is freedom and silence..
As the breeze brushes..
I smile..and then i smile..and hum..
"Isn't life beautiful"

Life is beautiful..Yes it is..
When my courage rules my thoughts..
when serenity controls my joy..
when my eyes brighten in hope..
when my heart blossoms in peace...
when my mother hugs in happiness..
when my father approves with a nod..
when my sibbling pats on my shoulder..
and when i jump in joy..
I smile..and then i smile..and tune..
"Isn't life beautiful"

Life is beautiful..Yes it is..
When all around me is not fine...
When i walk all alone...
When the sky is night and the horizon is dark...
When i suddenly realise somebody too with me
In eager, when i look at the moon..
In whisper, when i hear it say " hold on "
I smile and then i smile...and sing..
"Isn't life beautiful"

Life is Beautiful..yes it is...:)