My thoughts in the rain...!!!

It rained today! I felt like a little kid who is not aware of the worldly matters, a carefree human being. I wanted to put my feet in the moist mud. I wanted to feel the showers. Several thoughts were playing Hide n Seek in my mind. Winds were rubbing against my face. I could feel the breeze.
Everything was green. Birds were hiding in the mid clusters of branches. The leaves were on a high. Surely because they were experiencing the nature's bliss. The drops on them looked like jewels. The stones showed their success.
But I was standing at my door. Something was going in my mind. "Shall I go for it? Shall I enjoy this rain ?" The hesitation was because I realized that I am a girl now, not a kid. I am not free from the chaos of the world. Suddenly a sound hit my ears and a heart beat pushed me! That was a motivator. My mind said,"Go enjoy!"
I went for that. I moved forward in a pink salwaar-kamez bare foot. I looked like a school going girl. I danced, but I was missing one more hand who could give me support. That would have been a delight. I wanted to have a ball dance. But I did it alone. I could imagine somebody's hands. That was fascinating. I jumped. I played.
Thunder lights fell on my face. It was a magical scenario.
After some minutes passed away, I went into my room. I was completely wet. My Net Dupatta just had a big fight with the rain drops. I looked in the mirror. I saw an image of a grown up girl, rather a woman. It was Me! Suddenly I realized, I have changed. But rain will never change for anybody. It is for everyone to enjoy. I can still have the same pleasure in the rain. One fascinating feature I found in the mirror image. I could see a beautiful human being in that. The beauty was not of a small girl , but of a young woman. The beauty got matured. And I loved myself in that look. I felt like an angel.
Nothing was changed. Only I had a difference in my appearance and thinking. The description of my beauty got altered . But I loved it.

Its for you Mom...!!!

It’s a universal truth that the most precious gift a human being or any creature in this world can get is “mother”, and the irony is that, for a mother the most loving and cherished gift is her child. I am writing these words for you, but I wonder, if they would be a little valuable in front of you. Yes I am making a move to write about you.

I define her as my soul, yes, she is My Mother…and I call her “MOM”.

Why does a child always feel secure in its mother’s arms, the answer can be given by any son or daughter. You are my soul, somebody who understands me better than anybody else.

Elegance on face , white color with blushes on cheeks , black eyes full of innocence and spark, heart which is full of love , arms which are always wide open to adore anyone, hands which are always prepared to beatify, voice which always gives a sensation in ears and make us feel the candied elements of nature. Are these words competent? No! they can never be.

Mom, you are recognized by your elegance, dignity and your values. Your style is rare. Its not a competition. Saree with a Bindi on forehead that matches your Saree color. Your walk shows your achievements and your purse tells that you have earned nothing but respect. That’s your style statement. Can I ever match yours? Though I copy you a lot.

You are a perfect woman. Like every girl has certain questions in her mind which are stormy. I also have those. Can I be like you? Am I a good daughter? Will I prove to be a good professional? Will I prove to be a perfect wife? Will I be a perfect mother like you? Will I be a good homemaker? Can I be a good daughter-in-law? Will I be able to fulfill all the responsibilities of a woman? I know I will have my mother-in-law in my life , who will be like you only , but will I be able to make the place of a daughter in her life?………

All these questions make me scared sometimes and I don’t get any path on which I can move and get solutions. Then suddenly you come, look at my face, stare into my eyes, give a smile and say…….. ”YES ! You will!”…and I get all my answers and I get my calm back.

Mom, you are my best friend. I just wish that I can be like you. All these words are straight from my heart and I feel you can understand their depth.

Love you Mom!!!!

"Depth of My Eyes...!"

Behold ! Look into my eyes,
Something to comprehend;
I look up to You,
And the riddle originates;
Either You make a gaze,
Or they again close themselves.

There is a sky in my eyes,
Stars pretend to be silent expressions;
Behold ! They have a lot to speak,
Words are not just what You understand,
Each one is itself an accomplished emotion.

Brown color of my eyes throws a spark,
And you get a thrill;
Is that the lightening in the empyrean !
Or the fear of solitude.

Drops fall from my eyes,
You call it the ocean of emotions;
But it is serene !
Is that because of the Faith I have in You!

Sometimes they tell You about my thoughts,
Sometimes they tell ,how happy I am,
Sometimes they show You a halo,
Sometimes they show You my tears of being away from You,
Sometimes they tell you about my waiting moments.

You felt my eyes are beautiful,
You understand my thoughts,
You draw out the fear in them,
You make them cry,
You make them shine,
You understand the depth of my eyes.