For my Mummy, who is just like the wind.

You are just like wind, gentle breeze of summer nights.
Floating and fluttering in the day to day fights
You are just like the air, filing my lungs out of dispair.
You are just like the fire, in the cold winter frights
with warmth and comfort to regain and repair.

Today, I missed you because you are not near
For me you are just like the wind, which travels distance for its dear
eventhough I fear the distance, you will float me through withour fear
it becomes so clear that distant become so near.

You are just like the sky, crystal clear in the winter morning
gving way to rays of the sun, for comfort and fun
you are just like the skies, which doesnot change its colour
for me or for flower.

Most of all you are just like the wind.
gentle when needed, gustly when intended
blowing till the end, filling the senses with subtle presence
when you are near and nothing less even when afar.

LIFE AND ME

'Think of death everyday'. No! I can't. It stresses me out. (I disagreed with the Buddhist text)

I have no time for an end, life is a means. I wish to smell aroma of life, and feel the freshness morning breeze. Store the process of winter giving way to spring. I want to witness a rupturing bud and blooming flower. I want to share them with my daughters pass them to grand daughters.

I want to share my joy, borrow the grief. I want to lure the pain to blanket in pleasure. I want to spend time to earn, without forgetting the fun. I want to grow plants in the desert to cool down the earth. I want to end conflicts and begin convergence.

I like the falvour of beauty beyond its realm. I like to remember the morning sun colouring the sky. Not to forget western sky giving way to the dusk. I like to watch the first evening star welcoming the rest.
Night falls, I will lie and rest because I lived a day. For me unlived life is a death in disguise. When he comes, I will smile and say KADINCHEA (thank you). By then I would have the solution of life, death would just be a solvent.