Faceless Arms

Without you, I have no sense of direction,
I'm like a bottle lost in the sea.
Its at times like these, that I look to you,
For faceless arms to take me through.
Sorrow and misery in your arms fade.
I say to you, my love,my aid
When at night I turn to sleep,
With my blankets and pillows to keep
Vigil at my restless slumber,
For faceless arms I wish tonight,
To hold my body against yours tight
Faceless arms I yearn for you,
For comfort, strength and courage too.
Within those arms I know no foe,
Within those arms I am home.
Faceless arms, I know you'll be,
Entwined around my memories.

Freedom….

 If wings were mine, I would fly

To a place far far away,

Where trouble is but very far.

I'd take my time and stay awhile

To feel the beauty of the virgin land.

Time will pass, a minute not soon

My laughter will echo till the moon

Happiness and joy around

I'd feel the sun and the ground

Stretch my arms and reach the sea,

Pluck the cherries from the tree.

Round and round I'd go about,

Skipping and jumping, all forgot.

If wings were mine, I would fly

To a place far far away.

I'd hope my friends were very near,

To share the bliss of all this here.

Epiphany on a Rainy Day!!!

A coffee in my hand and a book in the other. Yawning I take a look out. The weather is as pleasant as it can get in Mumbai. And for all my life I cannot forget the way Mumbai looks after a shower.

The sun though is at its highest point, the heat it gives is shadowed by the incessant rain. It seems for today the rain has won over the mighty sun. Its on days like this that I miss having company. Having the chatter of people around me. Though it is at quiet times like this that I am inspired to put pen to paper or shall we say fingers to the keypad and type out my random thoughts.

Like many before me I am today riddled by the question.."What is my purpose in life?” ..And I know that like many before me the answer does not lie in just an answer. There will never be an answer that will ever fully explain our purpose on earth. Or what we are supposed to achieve or gain from this journey of life. And today it seems I have found an answer. An answer that at least for the time being satisfies me.

The thing is, sometimes the simplest of things explain what even the greatest philosophers cannot explain. And for me today that answer came by looking at a blade of grass. While looking out of the window I spotted a blade of grass. And I had an epiphany. That I am supposed to be the best that I can be. Nothing more, nothing less.

When I looked at that grass I could only imagine what its purpose cold be on earth. And I realized that it just had to be a blade of grass. It was meant to sway in the wind, and bear the brunt of the wind. It had to feel the raindrops falling on it and just be there. That was its purpose. It was supposed to be there just outside my window, as a part of a view that will be mine to see when I choose to. It was not meant for any thing great. But at the same time its greatness lay in the fact that it was there without complain, without question.

That was what I realized could be my purpose on earth. To be there. To just be there, without question or complain. To be there when the time comes for me to do something. To be all that I can be without regret and with pride.