Rebirth

He had been a nomad in search of love,
Longed he to love himself,
Love the way he was,
Love the way he lived.
Yet the devil in him held the reign,
The passage to his heart lay sealed


Thought he about the wounds he inflicted
On self and on his loved ones
How he had been in search of a herb
To soothe his bruised heart.
But all he could see was miles of land
Parched beyond a green revival.

In despair he began to tear apart his memories
Searching for the early lullabies of love
Sweet whispers that played subtly in his ears
Mother where are you?he cried.

Far away he saw the outstretched arms,
He surged ahead to soak in the warmth of love
Love that was engulfing him and stifling him
Finally he had found the love that evaded him all along
A silent smile lit his lip as he fell into the eternal sleep
Thinking of a rebirth..Mother earth here I come!

Hibernation- An excuse for being lazy!!

Its been quite some time since I last visited this literary frame. Blame it on my laziness! After all where there is a will there is a way....

What better way to be back in action than pen down a few thoughts about excuses.What a way to camouflage your intentional/unintentional thoughts and actions."Sorry I did not mean to hurt you", "Was stuck in a bad traffic jam". As the various verbal manifestations of excuses started lighting up my thoughts, the creativity adorned by them amused me. After all coming up with new excuses each time is no minor task.

When talking about excuses I cannot just forget an earlier reportee of mine who used to excel in this art while reporting late to office. The subtle humor in his excuses were such that the entire team used to wait for the moment when I used to walk up to him and he used to let go his excuse of being late.

Thinking of excuses is just not an excuse of being lazy, signing off with this enlightenment!