Life's little lessons....

Its an oft heard philosophy life often beats you down, pounds you to the ground. Its up to you to pick yourself up and move on. Everyone has to go through that phase at some point or the other. But what about those times, when you felt like just lying down and not getting up? Personally, for me, I have reached that point several times in my life, at different points. I found myself alone, friendless, abandoned, for the lack of a better word. I found out the hard way, that family members are individual human beings too, and they too, get tired at some point or the other. During those times, I cried out for help, and no one showed up. It was like one of those accidents you see on the road. You stop, you look, you comment on how awful the whole thing is, and then you move on, when you could really be helping the guy out. Don't get me wrong, I keep doing the same thing. But, during those times when I found myself nose down on the pavement, and realized that no one is coming for help, I felt like I had nothing to look forward to. There was no reason to get up. After all, what is the point? The people you know think you are dirt anyway. But as I lay there, letting self pity wash over me, it just struck me that I am giving up on a life I can have just because someone else is disappointed in me. I realized that all my life, I have been groomed to live my life the way my parents wanted me to live. I am now 25, turning 26 in a months time. A quarter of my life has gone by, and all I have done is waste my time, trying to please everyone around me. That realization woke me, gave me just that tiny bit of strength to get up.

I was almost finished by the time I did, but before I could collapse again, someone special came into my life. She looked at me with loving eyes, told me she loved me just the way I am, put my arms around her, and lifted me up, and helped me walk again, and finally find myself. This is by no means an advice or a lesson, its just a testimony of what I have been through in my life. All my life, I waited for someone to pick me up, I prayed for strength. But finally, life taught me one of its greatest lessons: when you pray to god for strength, he does not give you strength, but an opportunity to be strong. Once you manage to make that effort and pick yourself up, he steps in and makes sure that you never fall down again.

Be Still

This is another poem I wrote, again inspired by the very same very very important person in my life :)

Be Still

The road is long, the journey tiring,
You are out of breath, perspiring,
And though your heart is aspiring
to find its home, you are tired,
Be still.

You yearn to cry out loud,
For your heart is heavy, filled with doubt,
You cannot, though you need to shout
for help, but you are tired,
Be still.

Take a deep breath, close your eyes,
For I am with you, holding you tight,
Breathe easy, for the end of your journey is in sight,
For, my heart is where your home is,
Be still.

The Peace Lily - My first attempt at poetry

This is very much the first time I wrote a poem, inspired by a very very important person in my life :)

The Peace Lily


'Twas a flower,
A peace lily, caught in the passing storm,
Tossed around with the storm's ever growing power,
In mid air did it hover,
Till it started losing its form.

The storm came to pass,
And the lily fell back to the earth, torn,
Lost amidst the rubble and mass,
Of a desolate landscape, uprooted trees and pulled up grass,
Thirsting for a breath of new life, tired and forlorn.

And along came a fair maiden,
Lost amidst the destruction, saddened and weary,
For she had survived the worst, but now carried the burden,
Of rebuilding her life which was once laden,
With riches and happiness, but was now devoid of hope, and dreary.

Through the rubble she went,
Searching for some sign of life, loosing hope all the while,
And come across did she on the lily, broken and bent,
Roots pulled out, its will to live completely spent,
She picked up the lily, tears in her eyes, and whispered, you are mine.

So she took the lily with her,
And gently put it in a pot by her window sill,
Loved it, nurtured it, giving it sunlight and water,
Till it became whole again, became better,
And they live happily together to this very day, loving each other still.