When You Smile



When you smile, it is like a brilliantly candlelit chapel by a dark and lonely road side. For when you smile, you sustain hopes of peace and happiness, you sustain hope for Life. You would never know, how many strangers take delight, in those little lights you spread, just because you smile.

Someday, if I were to find a frown fret your brows, I would call in the Spring warriors, storm the ocean doors. I would talk to the fairies and the gnomes, I will call in the summer winds for support. And around you I would weave, your favorite dream. I would go that extra mile for I so badly need you to smile :)

Why I Give Way

My Grandma has had a profound influence on the family. Each one of us remember her in our own very special way. Each one of us have had life changing experiences with her over time. She was a very strong and mostly stubborn woman. Her likes are dislikes were known atleast a couple of miles around the town :) She rarely ventured out of our house, except to collect her pension and do the prescribed rounds of the temples. When she came back once from her trip to the pension office, she told me how she would wait for someone tall and wide to cross the street before her, and the moment she found someone fitting this description, she would quickly cling on to the stranger and ask for help in crossing the street. Sometimes she would have to wait for as much as 30 minutes before she could find someone who would help her cross the streets.

Indian streets are a desolate story. I am happy that lord Hanuman always protected here from traffic accidents.

For as long as I remember, I have stopped whatever I drive for the old and the very young. My grandma lives in all.

My Story To Tell

Long winding never ending, centered around me
It may be
Desolate with intermittent laughter
Spread around valleys of blue silences
They may be
Of longing of love and of wating
I agree

In this story book of life
It is my story to tell.

Running on Empty

This life survives on Grace. All those little good things we have done evens out all the misdeeds we keep rolling out. Strong words that burnt, promises not kept, dates not honored, calls not made, birthday's forgotten, relationships lying in deep freeze and lousy Facebook updates, all these have used up all my grace. 

Smiles that are remembered, laughter that is shared, money that uplifts, and time well spent...I am running on empty, I need to get good things going on again.

Nicotine

I can snuff you out Like a cigarette butt But the smoke that gets into my eyes And the nicotine that stains my heart Will eventuall...