Thursday, 14 June 2018

Roza..

"Roza",
a sacred word which means to fast...
lets leap ahead to know what it does.

So,When i say,i am fasting,Does it mean to be just hungry,
or to keep myself all day thirsty?

Also,When i say, i am fasting,
Does it mean to eat in morning,
And once again from evening?

The answer is beyond what it seems,
It lies in knowing the seen unseen!

And so, when i vow to fast for a day,
My soul rejuvenates to smile and weigh,

The blessings around me begins to sway,
And reminds me of my strength and faith!

Hours without water and the summer heat,
How do you manage when you question me..

To this the answer lies across a divine faith,
that gets carved in my soul with every day!

The recitation of Quran makes me understand,
and shows me way that is beyond trance!

The devoutness of the day is not mere hunger,
but reflection of patience all day i remember!

 The leap of anger how well can i  suppress,
And the smile of love may be i can spread!

When my heart meets an eye of hunger,
I know the need within him that flutters!

An act of kindness is to keep it hidden,
I learn it when for 'you' my prayers begin!

When my creator showers me with mercy,
I learn to share it on my fellow beings!

They all account for every act of worship,
Rewarded equal to my roza's hardship!

My roza believes me to dream of hope,
When dusk quenches down my dry throat!

The cold water when flows through my soul,
In gratitude my pride bows down on floor!

And when i gather with all to break my fast,
My eyes shines with gleam of love and trust.

The delicacies around is the luxury of lord,
That showers my lessons with a reward!

How beautiful turns the ambience around,
When spiritual essence rises to rebound.

My heart fills with patience and prayers,
That this month brings in to dwell.....

So my roza mirrors me to know myself,
And as this month now comes to an end,

 I shall cherish the memory of patience,
and every time i learnt a divine lesson!

So,When i say,i am fasting,
Its beyond me being all day hungry
or to keep myself all day thirsty!

When i say, i am fasting,
My every minute is a blessing!


-SSW

P.S:I shall miss these heavenly days as tomorrow is the last day of this blessed month of  this years Ramzan ,however,i will try to practice all my lessons and i thank almighty for blessing me with much more than i deserve.

Friday, 11 May 2018

Fluttered and flew in the wind

She was a humble girl with philosophical rules and stringent attitude.However ,She knew the art of words was not her job and laid her back on a couch raising her dangling feet on the square glass table.
"Sahana!! "Come on..You can! ..echoed the room with voice of her sister ....
But the girl with wavy hair tied high up on the head ,set her deep ocean eyes on the plane of the window staring in space outside their house on the eight floor.
She fixed her gaze at the torment of happenings outside ,dead to the world she rested there, lifeless,until julie pulled her hand of the cheeks!
"what's wrong di..i need some time alone"!..choked voice of sahana echoed her soul
The girl living in her was full of energy,expressing her ideas to nobody but self.Life gave her an opportunity to exhibit it to the world.
However,the battle of choice v/s destiny was going on,and she closed her eyes to meditate and reason out.
She knew the road was long and rough,the smooth ride to the world was a storm within.She closed her eyes and thoughts kept flooding like waterfall hitting the rocks on a valley.Only she could sense the heaviness of each words that kept haunting her,in the meanwhile her sister was calling her out to nag over her self confidence,pushing her ahead.
But,The mysterious voice became louder until she could hear nothing except for her soul.
She cried out loud in silence and weeped with no tears"Who would know how heavy my mornings are and how fearful is the day!The calm sea is a havoc,i don't understand my fear,my restlessness and my guilt.I know but yet i am unaware,i feel i am tied to an unknown thing,i don't have a word to describe it too.
I don't feel anything and move around like a mechanical self,something is wrong...

NO! ....came a louder voice blocking her thoughts!

This time the voice was heavier,she looked up with a pale face ,indifferent to everyone around.
Her Father grabbed a seat ahead and continued..."No,you are not going to step back.You are my child and i know you and your strengths!You can!"
Sahana's soul screamed aloud,but again to be crashed,this time by a softer voice,coming from her sister.

Cheer up girl,i don't understand what costs you to smile:smirked the elder one and room became empty on a laughter note.
Sahana became numb and suppresed her thoughts ,pulled out the pen and signed on her new project.
She looked at the window and could hear out the voices calling her,gazed at the fan and freezed to sense the urge to reach it.
She trembled and said No,I am fine!She went to kitchen to fetch a knife and fruits,walked in to the room and locked herself.
And the anti depressants lying in the bin sensed the catastrophe in her life awaiting to ruin due to negligence.
In the dinning room,the father whispered to the elder one,she is just low and nervous,should be ok next morning...
Only fate knew if the morning would rise again for sahana.


P.S:A short story to reflect what torment can rise in a depressed mind if ignored.And the helpless battle they go through each day when family does not identify the need of medications and counselling.
Be vigilant to a be a mental health soldier,you can save lives and make it better.


 -SSW


Monday, 30 April 2018

The Might

P.C: Akshay Kuntewar
The Might, to reach the zenith of sky,
The Might,to fetch the line so high.

The Might,to elope in the ocean above,
The Might,to swim acros the globe.

The Might,to break the barriers of law,
The Might,to correct the odd old flaw.

The Might,to stand and gain the power,
The Might,to rise from will to empower.

The Might,to shine above the crowd,
The Might,to speak out and say aloud.

The Might,to fight back  from wrong,
The Might,to be firm against the throng!

And,
The Might,to look within my self,
Comes from,
The Might,to reflect my inner strength!

-SSW

THE DROP ON THE LEAF..

Disclaimer:A wonderful write up and a meticulous observation by an excellent colleague of mine who is not only a very good professional but also a beautiful human being.
 
 
 
 
Have you ever observed a drop on the leaf of a plant?
If you have just SEEN it you would say that the drop lies on the leaf either till it dries off or falls off...
But if you have OBSERVED it..U would realise that in a still plant it falls off only when it grows heavy enough for the leaf to carry it..
And when you keep on observing..You gets some deeper meanings that life teaches you every moment..It's not something beyond imagination..It's just the matter of keeping your senses open to receive them..
One lesson I could get was something I would share...
The *drop* on the leaf may be considered to be the *student* and the *leaf* can be considered to be the *teacher or guru*..
The Student is delicate and reflective to the teacher's teachings.. Exactly like a clear drop of water
And The Teacher is gentle and Supportive exactly like the leaf..
So when the water is sprinkled on the plant it is like the students are destined to a teacher..That drop reaches the leaf which is destined to it..The leaf holds the drop and supports it until it either grows by joining with the surrounding droplets to become heavy enough to fall off and face the world or it stays there stagnant till it dries up..And the leaf keeps supporting it till it evaporates and faces the world again..The leaf seems to do it's duty any which ways.. Without discrimination and complaints...
Thus, no matter how the student is, the teacher is always there to help and support the student...
So we have to be *grateful* to our teachers who were destined to become the leaf in our life and make us the drop that we are today in this giant universe..
*Learn from nature every moment*..It always give us the best.
 
*-Reeti C. Puthran*
Occupational therapist, Pranic Healer and Arhatic Yogi.

The Untravelled Road

P.C:Ali Wasti
Loose yourself in the beauty of kind,
Walk with the breeze and unwind.

The tall green bushes all around,
Welcomes your shadow on the ground.

The silence of wind when crosses cheeks ,
Then eyes close for the soul to sink within.

The chirping birds and the ocean of sky,
Together they all let your inner soul fly.

The highness of life is felt in silence,
Which echoes in mind rings it in life.

The freshness of happiness is song of joy,
The melody of it is a rhyme you enjoy.

You must have travelled on zillion paths,
But not the road that feels the same path!

For once,
Be the guest of the beautiful Nature,
And ,
be amazed to know of your Nurturer!

-SSW

Kitchen..Where Heart and soul meets!


P.C:SSW


Where the walls speak of hard work,
And the ceiling reflects the clock work!
It's the Place that dwells us all,
Not Of or
For ONE,
 But of All,
Its Kitchen ,to which we call,
Indifferent to big or small!

It strings the day and its earned meal,
Wiped with sweat and its feel!
It sees the tears and its half meal,
To save the pocket, half filled!
 
Where the heart beats for the stomach,
And eyes rests on the need's hammock,
Where the area of platform does not matter,
As every utensil dances to flatter!

When the sweat of love pours a drink,
Rejuvenates the soul with a blink!
Where the hands rise to mold care,
And the lesson begins to love and share!

Where the echo of hunger rises to live,
The giggles and laughter along with it,
Its the place that connects everyone,
The aroma of food is not for one!

Festive dinner or an evening delight,
The charm of it will always rise,
With the symphony of women's talk.
and children's roar and men's walk!

In happiness too shines this place,
to the melody of food and plate!
In sadness the vessels weep,
to the silence of it we can feel!

The stacked tiff-ins and morning platter,
So well they all silently smirk to chatter!
Be it fridge,sink or cooker's whistle,
Be it mysterious spill of milk over vessel!

This place is more than four walls,
It connects to emotions of our hearts!
This place understands our every need,
Resonates, when our heart and soul meets!


-SSW
P.S :This is the story of every house.Kitchen is the most special place .Be it withered walls or aced with tiles.A high platform or a floor stove.This is the first place that sees us struggle and sacrifice and has heard our deepest conversation.
And certainly kitchen has food and every one needs food so kitchen belongs to all

 

Tuesday, 27 March 2018

Sprint

Sprint to chase the road so hard,
Sprint to walk a mile so far..
Sprint to elope in to the rim,
Sprint to rise from within....
Sprint to crawl in the race,
Sprint to stand safe...
Sprint to make the ends meet,
Sprint to melt the hearts need...
Sprint to be known to the world,
Sprint to gain the worlds worth...
Sprint to wake up with contended sight,
Sprint to end the sleepless night...
Sprint to fetch the meal for the day,
Sprint to add luxuries to the plate...
Sprint to cover the destiny's fate,
Sprint to fight back the laid...
Sprint to be in the sprint,
And to live with a grin..

A sprint,
We all are running within,
In different sphere's of life's realm.

-SSW



P.S:And each one of us is running to struggle less,or struggling to run ahead.Let's not leave behind our self in this race.


Roza..

"Roza", a sacred word which means to fast... lets leap ahead to know what it does. So,When i say,i am fasting,Does it mean to...