I’m seeking, I’m searching, I’m looking, im finding 

I’m waiting impatiently though.

I’m simply repeating Lo! 

The light is dimming,

 the path is fading,

Although it is lit by a faint candle

I am managing my feet, I think I can handle!

But I am stating yet again I know not where to go.

To go up the column or just follow the row?

I know u have set a path for me just show me a way to get there.

There is dust on my way can u blow it away with some gentle air ? 

I’m questioning with a bunch of answers within me;

Give me the strength to make the right choice,

A stethoscope that makes me hear my inner voice ! 

Too many options with which I juggle 

You say it’s a play, but a playful struggle 

I know you are listening, watching and making the right moves

Up there and down here and everywhere just make those moves as steady as the horses’ hooves.

 

And may I soon come to a closer ladder 

Around you that makes me gladder 

Just make it soon just make it quick 🤗

In life so far we have had our shares of ups and downs ,
greens and browns 
but at some point you felt that it all went smoothly down ,
Because the guru got involved 🙂

Many enterprises may have been tried and tested and failure attested
But if it is your wish , do it any way 
Because now you have a guru involved !

There are some times where you know not how through the hot sultry sun you made it,
There was a point where an umbrella came  to shade it 
Because the guru is involved !

So take up a challenge , make up all ammendments and patch up  all relations give this mending a second chance ,
Because you have a guru involved

Oh a doubt has come , should I give up? this obstacle I have to overcome
No !
Because the guru is involved

No matter what be our fate, 
No matter if the dollar rises at any rate ,
No matter if I get hit by a rock,
No matter even if the world is coming to an end, I am rested and assured there is a key to every lock ,

Because I have my guru involved !

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My guru is my govinda ;

My ashram is my vrinda ;

In vain i longed and longed to be meera

But my heart was all radha .

Getting teased and pleased by my kanha

His sweet sound of flute makes every gopi fumble

His sound of flute turns every droplet into dew

making my feet tremble in joy without me having any clue ;

every leaf twirls every petal swirls

and all i do is dance around my centre in circles

like a hopeful myrtle

and an innocent laughter wells up everytime i see his dingly dangly mor pankh

and yet so much peace dawns when for him the pundits blow the shankh

and then he comes with a glow enough to lighten up the entire world.. ❤

~~~~~~~~~~~ Rima ~~~~~~~~

There is Someone who stays up all night,

Beyond mum and dad when my heart is in fright.

There is someone i can call out,

be it day or night

Morning or noon

dusk or dawn

and he is relentlessly working without a yawn

If i want to cry I have his lap to lay down,

If I want to Laugh I have his arms to drown

If i want to Love I have his smile to Die for

If i want to hate, oh forget about it , its only on Happiness he makes me rely!

There are moments of turmoil as if i am literally burning in oil

There are moments of sorrow , deep deep sorrow as if i am hiding in a black soil burrow,

Stuck there down beaten inside;

Something is pulling my heart and then keeping all art aside,

When i Flip out a page, and strip out a line , there he is standing upright to set things bright.

With so much to give and nothing to take, in every moment of slumber only for me to wake

I start of in a worry, landing in wonder !

For whatever i am facing has been precied down to the little most bit, in the form of a chit

And he has taken all the burden

Those footprints i see,they are not really mine

Oh now i get it, that story of God was really about just you and me.

I can only wish and pray that this truth i am always able to see ! 🙂

As the Elections are nearing this wave of Vote is in the air atleast in the air where I stay. Other than party campaigns and publicity stuff like rally or even the fact that this vote will bring about a change etc etc I have a deep rooted not so patriotic reason to vote this time .

So this idea to vote takes me back to when I was some 7 or 8 years old and my school in juhu that time wld be a Polling centre for Elections and that day being a holiday parents would go to vote and then we as a family would head out for lunch or dinner . I would be so agitated to go to my school on a holiday I mean who does that right !! But well was dragged with my parents back then. So it was then when I saw my dad entering some room all normal just like me and we waited outside but when he was back I saw this amazing black ink on the nail of his index finger I was so Damn thrilled ; and out came all my inquisitive questions I wanted to know how he got it where it came from what for etc and there was this mysterious power I felt in that one dot it made me think of it as a super power that superheroes would have and that this will be my weapon to every mishap in my surrounding and that I could be one of the power rangers with that ( as children we were so imaginative, and hell yes optimistic) and now I wanted that too .
So as I grew up I had suppressed this dream of mine somehow under the blanket of friends , feel of worthless studies and all that jazz ! When suddenly it came back to me like a frisby so I am all charged up to go get this super power at the tip of my finger just because it had been my childhood dream I’m sure u had this feeling sometime too so please join me in it 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

Hi,
Some time ago I was told to write a blog and I kept thinking it is the very first I must write something nice inspiring put up a great poem may be because its my first blog.
But at that moment nothing at all came to my mind no philosophy no literature neither loveology :p
But soon then I just realized one thing. This is my first blog .
There is no other reason for it to make it more special. Just like the first showers of rain in monsoon after those sultry summers ; just like the very first day at school with the fresh smell of the newly bought notebooks ; just like the first time you drove all by yourself; just like the very first time you kissed someone.
I have never experienced the first showers of rain at a fancy beach it’s always in the middle of the Mumbai traffic . It’s never that the school I went to offered me chocolates on the first day it wasn’t marine lines that I took my car to drive the first time it was just a busy lane down road and it wasn’t a moonlit romantic night where I had my first kiss in fact it was at a porch by the shut terrace
So none of this had anything so special yet it were special the very fact that it is my first makes it special
Like I still remember the first time I meditated the memory of it is just so special
And I will always remember the very first time that I will be Voting this 2014 so more than special I’ll make sure I make it a wise “First” this time. So that’s about it for my first time 🙂 many more firsts to come.