MIND AND SOUL

A proud hug, a sweet smile, glory in eyes, patting my back and a heart full of blessings only for its most important gift of life. This is the picture of a businessman whose business is only to give happiness and take sorrows of my life.  His company deals only with me and the best part is that he thinks his company is in a profit but the person dealing with him thinks that he lost the money invested. As a son, I am talking about my father. Father – what a great invention of Him. He should get the Nobel Prize of Heaven for this greatest of great , revolutionary and mind-blowingly awesome invention. The bondage which a father shares with his son can only be felt by a father ,so this is a one-way.  The bonding which a father makes with his son may be an intermediate step of a co-ordination bond’s mechanism , where the previous bond between his father and him is breaking , but meanwhile a new bond between him and his son is making. May be , this intermediate transition bond , is...

Emotions were trying to break the dam and overflow but alas again I failed to express. Today’s world is a hub of showtime. The better you advertise ,the more you are in profit. Doesn’t matter how is the quality of your product. I am a product with a dull wrapping ,with a weak advertisement budget ,with a gloomy effect on customer. Once a customer used me and jumped high with happiness ,what a product –extraordinary ,amazing,ultimate. But that customer was  the producer himself. Again my emotions were caged to the dull packing. I tried to show my true colours to this globe but everyone were interested in the coverings. They make my pre-image . I am still waiting for myself to be re-invented. But how? Should I change myself according to the world or wait for the sand to force the time to show my true image over the canvas of the greatest minds of this world. I opted for the tough decision of second choice. My waiting went on increasing like anything.  Finally the time came . My...

My mind is like roots, confused and aimless. My soul is like leaves , light and vulnerable. My heart is like branches, directionless and weak. My potential is like fruits , capable but unwilling. My emotion is like stem , tough and gloomy. My thought is like flowers , soft and tiny. Overall I am a tree , bound to my place and counting the droplets of rain over the passing sand through my hand. Why can’t I be a tree , which gives life free. Why can’t I be a tree, which grows for others. Why can’t I be a tree, which teaches the lesson of tolerance and patience. Why only that tree which I don’t want to be, which the world cuts down, which the people abandon, which the birds avoid , which the rain is ashamed to nurture, which the sunlight try to escape from. But I know I am the tree which holds nests on every branch ,whose every fruit gives life to others, which the droplets are proud to stay on , which the sunlight is glad to play hide and seek with ,which the world tries to conserve ,wh...