Memories Rusting..!!

I remember when I last had my bicycle ride. 




It was more than a ride- an epicure for my hungry mind. And I wrote an excerpt by the words the wind whistled in my ears, the string of grammars the long grasses waved to me and the steady thoughts the mountains provided me with. Now after years, I found it rusting in a corner of my garage, a field of merriment of sport for the arachnids and the roaches. I felt its grief somehow. A thing which provided me the motivation to write, now simple was lost in a figment of my imagination. So, I thought to rejuvenate it with the colors of love. Why to restrict the Valentine's Day to people? Why not things especially something which filled the glorious pages of past? Every junk, old, aged, forgotten even my rusty bicycle deserves an honor. Because one cannot climb the stairs of age without few attics of past. Cherish them for sometimes the old is more precious than the 

GOLD...

It's just not an iOTA ..!!!

To cry is no sin..!!

Rather a very conventional mean to speak that for which you are at a loss of words. When you cry, you grieve and express your pain to this very nature and in turn it soothes you. A single drop of tear has millions of memories caught in a strand of pain. And I shall explain this as simply as to a little child. Your tears fall on this very earth, the earth knows your pain. The rains and winds carry it to the sea, they accompany your worse memories. The sea absorbs your tear in itself, it feels your agony. It rises to the clouds by the virtue of the sun,the heaven is laden with grief. And then the rains come down, as the skies cried feeling the pain of so many other tears. And those pains, comes gushing down your guilty flesh and soothes you as the evening music to a tired traveler. Cry, thus, until you feel empty. Cry and let this world share your pain because as I always say, you never are quite alone. Tears are precious. Don't waste them on the ones who don't care for you rather, preserve them for the few who really want you...

What If ...??

What if nature sang a song??

What if the rising sun was the curtain opening for the orchestra? What if the first chirp of the morning bird was simply to awaken the sleepy listeners awaiting all night long? What if every chore we do at every second, our every action has a rhythm? What if every helping hand we extend are those most precious lines of the song that touches our heart? What if the sound of the flowing river and the wind, the crunch of the yellow dry leaf and the hum of bees; the calling of the animals and the cry of birds; the thunder of clouds and the rumble beneath earth, every bit of these composed the entire background score? What if the music is that every bit of love human heart possess? We, but, are just a part of this beautiful song, just too deaf to hear. For the song, every word has to end. The word I made with my life shall end too and so will yours. Then why not, make it beautiful, a memorable excerpt, which shall beautify and make people remember us in the ages to come...!!!