Life is beautiful....

Life is beautiful!

 

Jennifer was lying on her bed and was staring at the ceiling. Various doubts were arousing in her mind. She had just attended her friend’s dad’s funeral. Her friend, Jess, did not cry a bit but her face still looked blotchy and eyes were tired and sad. When she met Jennifer in the church where she was expected to recite her dad’s eulogy, just before her name was announced, she let go Jennifer’s hand and whispered to her, “I am going to make his life beautiful.” Jennifer didn’t understand this. How was Jess going to make his dad’s life beautiful, when he has already lost his earthly existence? She was now looking outside the window, as if the nature would give her the answers, which the ceiling couldn’t. The afternoon sun bathed her face and all she could see was tall trees, some bungalows in a row and children chasing each other in a small park, amidst everything. That was her neighbourhood.

There was the sound of the door knob turning and Jennifer’s attention was diverted towards her mom standing at the door. She was a middle-aged woman, thin, tall and her hair was tied in a small pony. Her face was calm.

“ Jenny, your lunch is ready dear” she said, sitting beside her on the bed.

Jennifer got up and looked at her mom. She looked kind of tired. Her eyes said that.

“Can I ask you something mom?” she enquired, letting her mom’s silky hair slip through her fingers.

“Of course Cher” her mom knew a bit of French.

Jennifer told what Jess had told her before reciting her father’s eulogy and continued,“Jess’s dad is no more. How is it possible to make his life beautiful?”

Her mom bit her lip and thought for a moment. She looked at her blue-coloured apron and said slowly, careful to not to miss out anything, “What Jess meant was that she would try her best to be a good daughter. She would lock all the things in her memory that her dad had taught her. In this way, she would never disappoint him and would make his life beautiful. He is out there somewhere. Not physically, but yes, definitely in her and in her mom’s memories.”

The meaning was slowly seeking within Jennifer. She nodded continuously while her mom was explaining her.Her mom then looked at her, the look which she gave her while teaching her maths (which she hates) and continued in a serious tone, “Life is beautiful Jenny. Its quiet painful to lose your loved ones. I felt the same when I lost mine. But we can still cheer them up by doing the right things and remembering them in our prayers. By being happy and spreading goodness. Just as an animal dies, the nature mourns over its loss but then changes the animal into manure that would let the land breathe and then trees and other species of plants grow, spreading their shade and also blessing us with the gift that is to live. It is a cycle, so magically interconnected and interrelated. But yet we take it for granted. You move on and so does the dead. But in some other form.”

Jennifer hugged her mom and tears were trickling down her cheeks. She recollected her English poetry class where her teacher recites monotonously:

“Life is to care, life is to share, brings us together, when our hands are bare.”

Indeed life is beautiful....

 

 

 

A crack is enough!

            There is a crack in everything. And that's how the light seeps in. Mistakes seem as an integral part of human nature. Nobody is perfect. We often tend to say 'he is bad!' or 'he is cruel!' There are so many words which we use to convey something that is not good or someone. People who have committed various mistakes or even crimes are considered as bad omen. It is precise and a true fact. But what if someone at the right time had corrected them when they committed their first mistake? Wouldn't things have been different? Ofcourse it would have been. It just takes the power of love and understanding. We tend to blame so many people in our lives. Ofcourse you won't be able to change or correct everyone around you. But choose the dear and near ones. Small steps can create a huge difference. If each one of us lights a candle, at the end it would convert into an enormous beam of light and would vanquish the deadly darkness. If you have committed any mistake whether small or big,(It's just different perceptions) don't worry or panic. If you have realised it, that itself is a big thing. People change, time changes and as well as the society. You can convert the wrong into right. Broken relations can be mended again,if all the participants co-operate honestly. The world won't care about your defeats if you try to release the warrior within you. There is a will, there is a way and if there is a crack, well, you are just steps away from a brighter future.

            Hope is strengthening

               At a greater rate

               Mistakes are drowning

               With a higher pace.

Light and dark

What can one notice if he enters in a dark room? The obvious answer is nothing. Darkness blinds our vision. Light helps us to perceive things clearly. So, it's an obvious fact that we prefer light over dark. But what if both if are not different concepts? What if they are shapeless but given shape?

          Our hidden fears are always alive in the dark. Fears that we fear to express. Fears that can make us a laughing stock in the vicinity. As they are not in the light, others don't know about them. Hence they are alive in the dark. But can these fears let us live peacefully? No. It just makes us more fearful and nervous. In such cases, the darkness turns into light. Our fears create a voice and they scream. In simpler words, we turn fearless to face our fears. It's similar to dancing in the storm with a smile. Even if the world laughs or points a finger, full of criticises towards you, you don't falter. That is because you know what you are and you are  no more fearless. The darkness that gives birth to fears has transformed into light that radiates strength. Strength that gives u wings. Strength that makes you agile.

        If looked into the matter more closely, one can make out that there  are no things like light or dark. It just depends on our choices and priorities. They are made by the sociey. As I have read in a book:

There is light in the darkness and in darkness there is light.

Life moves on....

Walls of fire

Takes birth sometime,

Our souls began to tire,

At the sight of bad time.

Tensions build up,

We feel it's our only fate,

Our instincts order to jump,

No chances to open a new gate!

Tears stick to eyelashes,

Growls rumble all over,

Opposites begin their clashes,

Drapping ourselves with new cover.

Steps in the design of haste,

Blocking all the uniques,

Hands of clock regarded as waste,

Shaping sorrow as a new tunic!

Cherishing the old friends,

Cursing every bit of this page,

Can life be woven into earlier trends?

Seizing the hope of slightest change.

Turn the support into God,

Breaths cannot be stolen away,

Flinch but yet fight against the hot rod,

Trees regain control after their sway!