A solitary walk

Urging the will to move away from artificial laughs of the world, I reclined on the chair of thought-beds.

Trying to shirk off diffident knocks within, my feet stood up in anticipation of silver cuts.

Playing the drama of real life in the cosmos, I saw the bees and butterflies cheering the cause of art.

Sinking in the arrays of visual treats, my eyes that flickered with a lull failed to send them to heart.

Marching towards the gates of everlasting love, my feet faltered many a time to hold a hand of blessing.

Hiding the words that haunt me day and night, I looked in awe at the cherubic face of the peak that hates hissing.

Searching for a soul to accompany me with pleasure, my cells yearn to spin yarns of love that knows not any sale.

Sneering remarks in mounds heralded my crown as I crossed the deserted path towards the peak of fairy tale.

Walking in solitude with quick paces, my panting stopped upon seeing the beautiful face alighting in love.

Researching on the serendipity of wavy thoughts that bother still, I wanted to transform into a dove.

Thanking the gentle pat of the face on my back, I knelt down with eyes full of tears to kiss its hand.

Reminding the return solitary walk that awaited me, the holy face sank happily in my heart of sand.

Rhythmic beat

To enjoy music, one need not be a master of it. It is also true that listening to audio or watching TV may not be as effective as one's physical presence during a live performance.

Today evening, I had an opportunity to witness the young budding artistes displaying their various skills in music, classical instruments, dances etc. They had all assembled under one umbrella - Indian Institute for Performing Arts, Bahrain. It was a delight to see those youngsters perform with elan during the 4th anniversary celebrations of the institute.

Needless to mention, Atul has participated in the group performance of Tabla. These boys (of senior level) played well, maintained rhythm and perfect synchronisation. It was a moment of pride as a mother to witness my son's one of many talents that he has been nurturing, being staged. God bless the child!