Grace & Gratitude

I remember the days when the electricity in my town had a load-shading schedule, and then whenever the electrical power was cut, most memories were made. With my mother and brother, I used to sit on the outside porch, mother in the middle and we both on her left and right, waiting for a new story. My mother is one of the best storytellers. She inherited it from my grandfather, who used to sing melodious hymns and also was a great storyteller.  My brother and I had different choices for the stories. I used to prefer the warriors, and he wanted more peaceful stories. The stories of Shivaji Maharaja and other Freedom Fighters were my favourite, while he liked the anecdotes from Panchatantra. Sometimes I wonder if that's why I have a warrior-like personality. Okay, that's another story for someday. But, yeah, that's the reason we both are filled with very much patriotism.  My mother had perfect ways to make us love the country, its culture and its language, which we often ignor

Dear stranger, This letter is for you. The story of us is so old to write but trust me I cherish your presence every day. I thank God that you exist. You exist that's why even my solo journey becomes thrilling and successful. Because of your presence, I feel relaxed, calm and empty-headed, because it's only you with whom I can share everything, cause you just love listening to me and "judging" it doesn't even exist in your dictionary and "understanding", I don't even expect. Maybe cause I already have expected it a lot...and even very profound friends of mine have disappointed me. So, I just don't expect it. I love that you don't cross-question me, nor ask more but just listen to what may come. You know what a romantic feeling it is. I love when you come out of nowhere at the station to help me with my baggage, and lessened my burden with your grin. I was a bit afraid to trust but then I looked at you and thought why you ain't doubting me

My Gentleman Night witnesses my regret, For keeping you away all these years, But it's time to wash my sins, So, writing a few words for you. From the day when you saw me sad, And asked me to laugh a merry laugh, My heart danced in your cadence, Until I asked if we'll ever part. I dived down into the ocean of forms, Flew above the mighty sky, Took the voyage around the world, Until I realized you were already gone. But then I saw hands filled with the stars, For I knew this could be only you- Sorrow ended and flower of joy bloomed, For my king brought the chariot of elixir. Your adoration spreads my wings, Like a glad bird on its flight, And you think you just turned on the light, Unknown to you-you are "the reason" to live. The world is weaving words for you, Twinkling stars adding the music to it, I'm getting tossed in the whirl of fearful joy, While glorifying you- "My Gentleman".