Tears

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.

Looking back on tears of the past mostly brings a smile, and some times looking back on the laughter of years gone by brings a tear to the eye.

This Moment

If I could but capture this moment and lock it away in a secret vault of my treacherous heart - the crimson rays of the setting sun falling in a sheath from up above through a canopy of rust-colored foliage, casting a beatific glow - this moment that makes me blissfully content, this moment that takes my breath away!

Landing me in hell...

How my indulgence in the seven cardinal 'sins' would have led me to 'hell', if the concept of 'hell' were valid:

Lust: Talk about bulging sinews, intense eyes and perfect smiles – how could I just not lust after such guys *sigh*
Gluttony: Did somebody mention chocolates for breakfast, lunch, dinner and anytime in between washed down with tons of caffeine?
Greed: It all boils down to money and more of it – to fund the so-very-frequent vacations, to cater to ‘grown-up’ clothing tastes – in short the slimy tentacles of greed have entrapped me in its vicious grip.
Sloth: What I do today is probably what I should have done weeks ago!
Envy: Boy, if you are over 5’7” and/or can nap during the day, the green-eyed monster growling at you is me!
Wrath: ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’ – don’t ever cross me, I might forgive you in time, but never ever will I forget.
Pride: A thin line that demarcates self-esteem and gloating – I might have crossed over to the other side many a time and not even have noticed!

The Nurturer

Twig by twig, straw by straw,
Lovingly builds she the cosy nest;
Not by chance of lucky draw,
Here is the nurturer at her very best.

Day upon day, night upon night,
Patiently lends she all the warmth;
When one day on a morning bright,
The young one born as the egg shells part.

Morsel to morsel, beak to beak,
Tirelessly feeds she the little one;
Whom she to the free world lets go with a peck,
To watch with a tear her baby gone!

Of Angels And Teddies...

A few days back while visiting a friend, I happened to narrate to his three year old niece where I come from and how I live alone. The tiny tot was apparently taken up by that and offered me her teddy saying that it would keep me company when I am alone in my apartment. I thought angels wore pristine white gowns and carried wands and here was one right in front of me with a teddy......