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My life’s ocean street..….. September……my thoughts

 

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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?

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…….In search of the address of love and affection

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My childhood thoughts

Lives in me today

With splendid orbs in.

I was both prince and princess

In that house where

Happiness and care clothed in

Calm innocence and loving bliss.

I flew the kites of my thoughts yesterday.

Fondly   traveled in my thoughts back

To my childhood days remembering

How innocence and merry-making was

Ubiquitous around me.

I just crossed sixty-two long years of life

Researching my childhood days’

Address of true love and affection.

I yet to locate the spot over these years even

In the verses of poets of all the ages.

Perhaps it’s well that

everything in life cycle has

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hands that serve are greater than the lips that pray

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shared….. moments…thougthts

“I don’t want someone to believe my lies, I need someone to accept my truths.”  ― Kellie Elmore

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Artist brush..colors..expressions..paints a poem without words

 

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“At the end of your brush is the the tip of your soul”…. Andrew Hamilton

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A smile………. is the universal welcome

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