Words fall short to describe the One
He who stops the wind
with the will of a storm
The One who serves Him
gets a taste of Heaven
In the chaos of life
he makes things right
I wonder how He entered
my mortal frame
He became the balm
to soothe my pain
The thorns were thrown
out of my path
He gently erased
my difficult past
He taught me
the Art of Living
I cherished it
so as to last
Even when I left his abode
I realized he had shared
with me a secret so precious
I sealed it in my
newly blossomed heart
As I carry it each day
with gratitude
a sincere wish arises
A wish to share it
with the rest
But something stalls
It is not meant to be
He has chosen me
for a purpose unknown
Time alone will tell
what I have to do
Till then, I keep basking
in the glow of his Divine Grace
Copyright©RiddhiManiar
on system and children play and watch television to be influenced by the popular culture. Sometimes their parents remind them that television is an entrainment box and if the kid wants to get into the box, they need to hone their skills like the prime time anchors, singers and 'stars' since they are doing it as professionals. So there is no other choice but to study. So here one studies and takes everything else as entertainment. Again while doing and growing up so some kids go frustrated and leave study for earning money. Some of them end up in becoming a driver, some open up small pan shops, some take care of their family businesses, some go to Kolkata for a better education and return hopeless to open a cybercafe, a bunch of them even go to South India after finishing the education in Kolkata for getting a better job and another bunch returns a
gain to be school teachers, both primary and high school. And a very few aspires to be a state administrator, or a teacher in a college or university or to enter the IIT, Indian Institute of Technology and thus move abroad.
arding the latest political trends looking at floating and tied-up wooden boats on the babbling water, whether the hot film stars heat up a gossiping session of young fresh breezing chaps, who stop suddenly for a while when a young perfume passes by on a Lady Bird cycle without knowing the fact that the lady bird comes to the river bank to breathe more freedom everyday and whisper it out to someone. But hardly any one can hear. Only the river current never makes a mistake to listen to that whisper - 'freedom like babbling water' -of that lady bird and to carry it forward to the vast free bay of Bengal through Koch Bihar and Bangladesh.“When the night is awake, I often wonder – what is happiness all about...
...Is it defined by your qualification, wealth, power, health and fame?
Or is the “so-called worthless things” that make life worth living – things like unexpected love, innocent smiles and noble gestures?
I wouldn’t know.
Life happens to us without our will
Coming from nothingness and melting into nothingness.
Then who makes the rules that place us in a certain category in society?
Who decides what is right and what is not?
What’s the correct way to live life?
And what the hell is idealism?
Well, I wouldn’t know.
Do we need to have a purpose in life?
A timetable planned by our limited hands to
keep us going against the tide.
And are we ever satisfied?
I couldn’t care less.”
Copyright©RiddhiManiar
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