Shining bright stars stole the night away
on 21st September some sixty-two years ago.
22nd September was my first morning sun that woke my eyes.
Thank god no E-greetings for me, to my mum and dad.
Thus my life’s journey began and no piano was played.
My parents taught me values of life,
saving, gifting,helping the needy
not borrowing and indulge in splurging.
And the power of gratitude.
I grew up by speaking to
my encounter with life’s experiences,
with human behavior and psychology.
Hearing its essence in silence
in the pages of my life’s dictionary.
Pressed my best foot forward to the tunes
Of hard work and self-discipline faithfully.
I hardly had faiths in any sort of epiphany.
As I grew up gradually trying
to catch the art and science of
sweet and sour shadows
of the inner meaning of endurance of life.
I think ,I feel,I yet to understand the fine tunes.
On the stage of life, performances are
not polished, clapped but felt silently with reverence.
Never wasted my time in search of
En-route to uselessness, laziness and excuses.
Nor wasted time in search of honeyed lips.
Or spending time in discovering
Whether sun loves the moon or stars.
I love my life’s black box of experiences.
It taught me not to waste time in searching the
differences in life’s long and short thoughts.
Recollecting my thoughts on years gone by
I wonder how today Google would
go blush without any lipsticks
in searching the tracks of
sixty-two years of milestones in my life’s journey
of experiment with self discovery.
I wish I could draw the art of living without using an eraser.
I wish life’s sonnet should have a title theme
With rhymes tuned to love, service, gratitude and trust.
Now I ask to myself
Where do I sail my wish from here?