Wednesday, May 4, 2016

From sixteen to Sixty plus:There is always a poet and child in me.I pray they do not abandon me

A  few lines for me

The beauty and poetry of life lay in the youthful days of innocence and mild mischief and locking someone into the mind knowing full well she/ he  can hardly find place in the heart .

Pursuit of education and search  for job inclusive of finding a soul mate becomes a long drawn out process .For a while  wise and benevolent fate fills all the emptiness and barrenness of life

Then comes the cruel and wicked fate stealing wife or husband or the most beloved one we get lost in thoughts and get buried in the ashes of memory choking to death and despair/

A few kind words, some traces of smile, occasional glimpses of concern, a chance meeting of childhood friend, a fond reflection of a boy or girl floating in the sea of thought calm you down.
You get refreshed, reinvented and understand that there is always bonus in life.

When you cross the sixties limbs become weak, tiredness is routine, you get lost in the memory loss.
Who becomes your best friend? Undoubtedly you are! But this hardly you remember to internalize

And seek solace and happiness from outward orientation and active engagement. No doubt that makes you to disconnect from your worries and do some good to others.

But remember when you are a loner all the creativity under the sun envelops you and make you happy and peaceful. The universe will conspire to whisper all the secrets of life .There is nothing to fear or lose.
Pretend that you are happy even while you are not .That is one way of being wise, goes  a saying.


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