let the wind wash my face
I want to live for a moment
pause and take in all
that life has to offer

let the seas send its message of love
I want to hear it again and again
slow down and hold in my arms
the message of what is the purpose of my life

let the leaves rustle
to produce a symphony
of the secret of happiness
I want to skid a bit and enjoy its beauty

let every drop of rain touch my skin
revealing its texture and feelings
that reflect its transparent quality
refracting the wonder and beauty of the world

let us move our feet to feel all sand under our feet
and consciously know the different particles
variety richness of its finesse
and admire the great art of the creator

let us move on
exploring and enjoying the richness of the world
find out the purpose of our lives
and remind ourselves again and again.

let us love ourselves and take a little time off
a little drop of everything
the softness of flowers, the fragrance of the earth after the first rain.
let us remind ourselves to move on but love ourselves a bit.

let us love, love a little
take our time stop to pause
and love ourselves and reflect our love for others
let us move on and fall in love...

Take a few steps to make a high leap
Fall many a time but get up and continue
Hop a bit, stroll a bit, run a bit
It's not the method that is important
However tired and shabby it becomes
Life is a quest to learn new things
Each time you fall and get excited
When new chapters are written
But in this infinity path the little and the great trials matters
As each polish and mould every thought we take
While still making evident the wonderful and diverse pleasures of the world
To be perfect is an utopia but to strive to experience variety is a quest a longing that stretches and pushes us towards the meaning of life.

Thank you all....for all valuable criticisms and liking my poems which edges me to write more..
Thank you once again....

The world is so connected and indeed, it is not in many ways,
From newspapers to the internet, social networking sites to video calling and last but not the least telephonic calls.

We are so absorbed in the world that exists not as a tangible reality,
that we forget the ones seated next to us,
to smile at our friends we forget or we don't realise
but find time in all the world to smile at a WhatsApp message or a Facebook chat.

We miss the chances to care and help others in real world
while we make panels and help groups on social sites,
And work ******* promoting  stressing and straining to make things work.

We forget our loved ones while trying to find new loved ones
through distant chords and invisible strings of a virtual world.

It is indeed right we learn of cultures and diversity
and acknowledge most kinds and varieties
forgetting the very near and very much wanted.

It is a difficult question as we are still gestating in a world of virtual reality
far fetched from the perceivable reality
if we still wanted to continue as such.
But the truth is that we are more connected by this umbilical cord of illusionary virtual global connectedness  that we block real realities in the dawn of it.

We are not ready to be reborn with more sensitive capabilities,
to transform and reunite and catch hold of our lost sensibilities and sensitivities
to save our world from being so disconnected.

Is not it time that we did redesign a new world
Where love and care
Warmth and tenderness reign.

Is it not time that we stop and stoop to hold our old world and yet conceive of a new world integrated
With technology and live side by side
And weave a wonderful life for us.

The other day was quite different for me, as I was reminded of my old notebooks,
The sketches that adorned the edges of each page and ton's of scribbled messages, I went hunting for those old books in my huge collection of books, usually, I never get back to the things I left years ago, colorful name slips and neatly covered books they still carried the elegance that was left of my mother's artistry, I could visualize how for hours she went on cutting the brown papers and neatly covering them and me on one side happily sticking colorful name stickers , as I turned an old book found the big curvy 'and 'f' that echoed the little gal, leafing through the pages I could draw a million stories, stories of my friends and teachers and all our school days, the day at the lemon juice vendor when Achu got dysentery and so many faces popped before me alive, many laughing giggling girls and boys, all had their happy little faces the excitement of a great joke,
the next was a tiny italicized scribbling, I scrutinized it for a moment then it occurred it was Anu's handwritten message that she is leaving for another city, while all these years I went on thinking where she disappeared, I had forgotten to check my notebook, I had missed her for years and always thought one day I would find her, after all, these years of hiding, she appeared suddenly on my pages!

There are a million reasons to say you don't love, but a million others to prove you do so,why is it that you deny saying it, is it a trick or a magic spell, to deny is to hide who you are, but the trouble is when it just reflect in your actions, there are a lot of ways you can hide them and a lot more excuses to tell you have never been before,but is it because of the fear that you run from love or the want that you graciously hide to look perfect, or is it a sad story of yourself or a friend that lurks behind whenever you think of love,is it just a veil that you don't love or truly can you be without love...