PEBBLES

Oval,round,smooth n flat,

Whitish,off-white,yellow n brown,

Small,big,varied in size,

Edges are gone in the flow of water...

The child in me is picking them up...

Likewise I do with my memories....

Scattered all around in my mind...

Picking them up-the pebbles of life...

  Moments of grie...

        Moments of happiness...

        Moments of dosappointments...

        Moments of sheer-joy...

        Moments of piercing pain...

        Faded are the pains with the flow of time...

I am...

Sorting them out...

Weighing them each...

Feeling their smoothness...

Washing them to clean...

N keeping them in a glass jar...

So that..

    I can see them evryday...

As I go on...

Their numbers may increase...

Towards the end of the journey...

They may make a mountain itself...

          Pebbles O' pebbles...

          Poems of Nature...

          The child in me is happy....

           You are Nature's therapy....

Dew Drops Are Crying

One fine morning....

Cloudy fog blackened the day...

The windows were curtained by the fog...

With a finger one can draw pictures on the window-glass...

Tears will flow...

Its the pain of seperation...

The fog and the window-glass were stuck together...

Now, one finger,of some unknown artist,seperated them...

Both of them are crying...

The finger which seperated them,

Is rejoicing at the art..

It has drawn in the canvas of the window-glass...

Tears and joy exists together...

One without the other is incomplete...

Its the lesson, the philosophy...

Life teaches us everyday...............