Salute-TheGloriousOldMan-Story

An old man sitting on the sideways of a busy road, with the small stall of chalks. An onlooker, thought to help and bought some of the chalks, and tried to pay amount more than he has asked. The old man returned the rest of the amount. When requested to keep the remaining amount, he just shook his head and gazed at the onlooker with an expression that he doesn’t want any favor. He kept the amount at the edge of his small stall, in the direction where the onlooker was standing puzzled. The old man went back to his work, cutting and trimming the chalks.

The onlooker was none other than me, on return from one of our vacations. I was waiting outside a shop, my husband was buying water for our journey. I was engrossed looking at him, and work he was doing dedicatedly. The wrinkles were reflecting, it has been many years he is busy earning for survival. The walking stick presented that he needs a support to walk. And as I wondered who would be waiting for him at home, his wife with cooked food or his sons and daughters.

The white thing in the picture is kind of thin chalk, used for writing on chalkboards. The decoration with pink roses revealed welcoming he was.

 

The black glasses on eyes shows that he is having sunlight sensitivity.  Or had some eye surgery.

At the age when people think to just rest and relax this man was working in harsh sunlight. I captured him with my pocket camera to admire and get inspired in my lifetime. It really is unusually inspiring and fascinating.

I salute this unknown Glorious Old Man!

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Love you…🌹

Don’t just grasp my outer shell,
I want you to reach my soul,

The outer shell may wear and tear,

My loving soul will hover everywhere,

 

Like a shadow accompanies in the dark,

I will remain always in your heart!

Love you too!🌹

⌛GrAsP mE iF yOu CaN-tImE⏳

the world tries to grasp you,

hold you, stop you, grab you,

no matter with or without the tick-tock sound,

you are slipping like gripped sand,

urge you, please stop, STOP! for a minute, or a second or a jiffy,

why you are in rush all the time,

let crave be filled with one’s mind,

let the whistle sing, the tune of life,

let the eyes glance, the beauty around,

let the heart breathe, the love around,

stop, please let me sip the morning glory,

just wonder why you are in so hurry!

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

The time never stops, we just start doing something, and the next moment we look at the clock, we are running short of time. Lot’s to do in very little time. It’s hard to  grasp the fleeting time! ⏳⌛

tHe ComFORT of MoThEr👩‍👧-CaptiVATING

Oh, dear mother…

Those were the days of captivation I remember,

I  miss and I wish to be there,

Those were the days I cherish forever,

I was just a free bird in your care,

Those were the days of my pleasure,

I  always recall as my treasure,

Those were the days of no measures,

I just had enough full days of leisure,

Oh, dear mother …

Most captivating is, being with you, in your care,

I am a mother of two beautiful girls now,

And I am captivated by all their affair,

Still, at times I crave for the same fascination I had in your sphere!

Oh Dear Mother I really Miss You Everywhere!💖

Meander-Just be vital and find the path

Kids saw me in the meander,
in the search for some splendor,
I said I surrender help me out of this meander please,
Kids laugh, with Bright eyes they said look around,
you are at the exit of your own meander, your maze,
the path ahead is straight with no turn, no twist
But…
remember you just need to be in your vital formation,
no tangles, no angles
just you, with no seasoning and no reasoning
the kids disappeared,
and I found a new way,
out of the maze,
with no angles, no tangles,
no vogue or no craze
neither seasoning nor reasoning

Sometimes we just get stuck in our meander, thinking no way out of our sorrow, stress, and grief. The moment we surrender to HIM and we become just witness to our surounding, all the tangles are gone!