Thursday, August 27, 2009

Some pre-weekend thoughts


Hi All,
Hope you all had a great week. The last few weeks had been serene, introspective and busy juggling the works at office and home, but I should say it was with content and calm, preparing and packing food for my spouse with great care and ecstasy to his new workstation. Listening to his new observations of people and surroundings, I was enjoying every bit of my existence.

Checking my things to remember list and striking off the finished tasks, meanwhile checking online bank account for any positive sign murmuring prayers and looking blankly at the Poster Tuition available for English that I have pasted near the elevator of my apartment with the hope to utilize my free time during weekends to earn some extra bucks to resist recession. I look at my mobile and wonder why it hasn’t yielded any calls and I solace myself by a monologue “kids will be enjoying their vacation back home, no wonder no calls……”

I want to do a lot of things, I want to materialize a lot of dreams, I repeatedly tell myself to be patient….my intentions carry a lot of purposes my hearts desires to bring smile on a lot of people whom I love and who are miles away. The holy month of Ramadan has started and notes of peace, bliss and aura is everywhere, I tell myself not to keep any ill feelings against anyone whom had given a lot of difficult times and injury. I remind myself to make the most out of the holy month through humble efforts.

Material well being or spiritual well being is more important? I pose this to question to tackle, and let my thoughts to wander, my glance shift to the novels lying on my table waiting to find emancipation through my eyes and my minds eye, ready to take me to different worlds and action sequences, I have decided to keep aside all the books, I should be editing my ex boss’s literary debut instead, I pasted the sticking note on my PC edit the novel on weekend, I tried to recollect all the recipes and grooming tips I have collected through internet to make the weekend and Iftar enjoyable, weekend is indeed perfect time to keep worries and concerns at bay, Iam inhaling a breath of cheerfulness to my bosom to create a perfect weekend,

Cheeringly yours
Shabs

Monday, August 3, 2009

A solacing song to the soul



The tiny bird always gay and playful
Flew with the tide of the care….
Hiding the warmth of love and dreams to its skinny feathers……..
Flapping and spreading the fragrance of love to her companions……

She flew and flew with caution away from falcons……
Looking in her new nest with hope and joy

When she landed on her new nest……
She wished she could rest……..
But her tiny nest, a puzzle so hard to crack…..

She started flying again
Crushed dreams burning fire on her bosom….


The tiny bird in trance Tired and confused
Tried to sing her souls song to her mate…….
She waited for him to return to her


He did come, never trying to hear her melody
Never seeing its intensity, never listening its beating
The tiny bird still sings her souls song
Wishing for a day to sing in union
To sing and flap her wings in joy and close her eyes

Hopes of that bright and serene day
Floats her to air and she flies singing her souls song……..