A story of a flower

I went to a garden and plucked a flower!

It had a heavenly fragrance and the innocence of a new born kid!

I kept it in my shirt pocket and enjoyed its beauty and the smell!

The envy on the face of the onlookers made me happy..

My smile broadened with each step...

The whole day went by as an illusion!!

Something heavenly was taking shape...

Everything around me became beautiful and the life became a bliss!

Every smile was cute and every taunt was a playful remark!

Nothing hurt, except the thorns that I had forgotten to remove from the flower!

The lower end of the flower kept hurting me with its sharp sting but I didn't realize the pain, I was too happy! :)

Evening came and I looked down!!!!

The flower was dead and there was no fragrance anymore!

I rushed to my home and tried everything, everything, to save its life!

But... I couldn't!!

I put the flower on my study table and tried to sleep, thinking I will get another one in the morning from the same garden!

I woke up to see that the flower was long dead.. I put it in my diary and closed it!

I got ready and rushed to work.

On the way, I passed through the garden!

Everything that happened yesterday flashed in front of my eyes!

I looked at the flowers around me and smiled!

I kissed a flower and left...

The whole day passed with the memory of the dead flower and the fragrance of the new one!

I reached home, opened the diary and saw the flower!

It was a part of the diary now!

I closed the diary and pressed it against my heart and slept!

I haven't slept so peacefully in my life ever!

As I Thinketh...

It’s a fight between two minds.

Who knows who will win?

At one point, it’s no fight at all!

Everything is at peace.

At the other, it’s like two ragging bulls, on each side, are waiting to tear the red curtain apart!

Who knows who will win?

The sandstorms keep clearing the air of freshness!

Everything is calm like an ocean after the storm!

But, the storm hasn’t passed yet, to be true!

Then how come there is this feeling of serenity?

May be one has won the battle!

But then where are the victory flags?

Why can’t I hear the roars for the marching troops?

Am I deaf or blind or both?

Why is there always a question?

May be there is not!

It’s just a matter of perspective!

After all, at times no one wins!

The battle is still on….

My Castle

My First ever poem...

A bucket, a spade and a thought…

I took it all and ran to the shore, leaving my father’s hand…

The sound of waves and the whistle of the air invited me…

I filled the bucket with sand and poured it out on the beach, making the shape of a castle…

A small cake of sand, as if resisting, fell down and the palace came down.

With annoyance as well as rigidity, I destroyed it with my own hands and again filled the bucket.

After all the efforts, the palace finally rose, displaying the beauty of its creator.

I put a flag on it and looked at it with pride of ownership... and said, “That’s my castle”

I was so engrossed that didn’t notice the time flowing by…

It was growing dark, my father indicated me that it’s time to go. But I wanted to protect my castle.

But my father’s stern face made me realize that I’ll have to go. With questions and broken heart, I left.

I promised to come back the next day and looked up, I was leaving my castle in the hands of the God, I thought… My Castle…

The next day, I scampered hastily towards the shore… But there was no sign of my castle…

Only the flag was there half wet and half still flying…

The waves destroyed my castle. I looked at them with sinister thoughts and cold malice.

But my eyes stopped on a shell, a huge shell. I picked it up, looking at it with amusement.

And put it against my ear, I heard the sound of waves and the whistle of the air.

They were telling me something, the secret of life, probably… Yes, that was it.

They were telling me the story of my castle. I smiled in amusement. But there was no time to reflect upon anything.

Again, a bucket, a spade and a thought, I took it all and started building another castle. This time stronger than the last one, that no one can destroy.

And raising itself from the sand, it was my castle.

It was growing dark, I will have to leave. But I was not disheartened this time.

I had learned something, the secret of life.

Offering my royal castle to the sea, paying my homage to it, I left.

I looked back, displaying its vanity and the beauty; it was my castle, my dream…