Little Encounters

Quiet amusing it is,

People whom we never knew,

We spent time for a while,

In a story of its own, we become a part,

The rendezvous is really short;

But, the moments

Mark their footprints in our heart.

Different lives, different tales,

Interact for a little while.

On the life’s journey, we share a small walk;

It’s neither the bond of blood,

Nor the bond of any relation,

Just a little encounter, for a little while.

As time goes by, I think of that moment,

Wondering how destiny writes its plot.

I, who would have never met you,

Met you in a strange phenomenon.

That small moment of truth,

And the moments are still embarked in my heart.

All that gave a wish, to meet you again,

In a better situation this time.

Just to touch your feet

And seek your blessings.

Have your hand on my head,

And I can feel the warmth

That I felt when I had held your hand.

I wish I could meet you…

Rest in peace Dadiji !

The Reason

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The quest had been for words,

for reason, for purpose ,and, the destination;

As I sit to write, I ponder,

I don’t feel the need for the quest.

 

Even without my notice,

the belief has somehow emerged;

I had always kept a green tree,

thinking that, the singing bird will surely come;

I can hear some melody somewhere;

 

Things don’t make sense all the time,

if they did, the purpose would have been defeated;

The unbecoming of what I’ve become,

only to discover the carefree joy;

 

The tiny sprout has found its way,

I wonder at seeing its victory

it has a long way to go;

Seeing it waving with the breeze,

belief gets stronger,

unknowingly, there comes a smile;

Some things have reason which reason can’t reason...