There was
none
to
listen
to her

Her words were like:

- A cry in the wilderness
that broke and shattered on woody trunks

- The howl of a lone wolf
that rose in the dead of the night

- The cry of an infant
that told the world, it was hungry

The cacophony of discordant orchestra
that left a jarring effect on the listeners

Her words sounded meaningless
To a world that spoke a different tongue

With no receptacle, her words like heated waters
Evanesced into vapor and billowed upward
Like coils of smoke to freeze into clouds

But one day it rained down,
Quite unexpected…….

With thunder and lightning!
-

Sitting in a restaurant
Over a cup of coffee
And silently having our dinner
With hardly anything exciting
Either to brag or blather
My eyes got hooked
On the occupants of the table, next

Two kids, seated on small chairs
A boy and a girl, obviously a pair of twins
Adorably cute, their father, so young
Who having placed the order
Were in wait for their turn

Carrying a tray, as the waiter arrived
With something of the plainest kind,
Small cartons of French fries,
Bottles of sauce and plain ice cream
The little faces gleamed in excitement
Their beaded eyes riveted,
And their heads bobbed in happy approval

As their Dad opened the carton
And placed before them
French fries sprinkled with some sauce
The children, sprang to their feet
With an upsurge of delight,
Jumping up and down,
Clapping their hands and shouting!

At a small distance, sat we
‘Solemnly’ consuming our meal
With nothing to titillate our palette
Or excite our toned nerves

I thought;
How, in course of time,
Everything becomes a routine ritual
And what stark difference
Between our subdued composure
And the overwhelming excitement of kids!
They haven’t learned yet
That such open expression of emotions,
Is not in keeping with accepted norms

To what peaks of joy, they get catapulted
With mere trifles and silly baubles
While we remain ever at the bottom
Unable to be lifted up

Is this what we call aging?

Or is it

The death of spring
The summer’s dirge
Autumn’s mellowing
Or the chill wave of winter’s blast??

Are the only true love you'll ever know,
don't break your heart hating yourself.
instead mend every crack by acknowledging
the fact that none is worth your
tears but
YoU
Don't burden your soul with tones of regret
what's gone's gone and pining about it doesn't change it
for every moment lived is etched in stone
where from it can never be erased.
Nourish your soul by let go of your past
and focusing on the future for only
tomorrow can be changed by
YoU
Don't discombobulate your mind by second guessing
the decisions you made, if it didn't work out try again
or move to something new. Thinking about what
could have been had you taken a different path
is a cancer that will infest on your mind
and from better destinations keep you blind.
Your losses can not be changed but the opportunities
on your plate can be consumed to success by
YoU
empty your heart, free your soul, clear your mind
close that account and forget the imbalances..
YoU
are the obstacle in your path
and by letting go the
KeY