What decides innocence?

Fluttering of eyes or calm gaze
Rapturous laughter or enigmatic smile
Clear face or clear mind
Beautiful features or graceful gestures
Carefree attitude or careless mischief
Boisterous talk or placid temper
Ignorance of knowledge or humble display of skill
Negligence in understanding or understanding of negligence
Move in diffidence or act of pretence
Thoughtless response or shy reaction
Obeying commands or unable to demand
Misjudging characters or expressing concerns loudly
Refusal to face situations or unsuccessful in attempts
Full moon’s glow on the face or Candid brightness
Abiding truth or non-exposure of falsehoods
Display of emotions or content within
Loud express of love or quiet admiration of love
……..
……..
It can go on and on

Or maybe

Candid eyes that speak the truth
Beautiful smile that reflects the heart
Simple words that talk of mind
True concern for others shows the grooming
Lovely gestures give a soothing feeling
Love of nil expectations ensure the purity
Tears for others’ welfare hallmark the personality

If we look through the eyes of the world
What could be true love for one
Might be the play for the other
What could be innocence for one
Might be the ignorance for the other

Flashes

Baby’s toothless laughter with a crackling sound
Mother’s affectionate embrace of her sleeping child
Bird’s feeding on the mouth of its offspring
Eyes of the lovers in trance
Pregnant lady’s care for her baby
Old man’s blessings when he is revered by youngsters
Toddler’s walk holding father’s hand
Woman’s cooking trials for the beloved
A warm hug of doting friends
Poems dedicated to loved ones
Fond recollection of memories looking at the name
Tears of lost love in seclusion
And many more………..

When such flashes of love are seen
In the eyes, minds and hearts
I wish such love stays forever
But they are only flashes
Like lightning
And not a sun of any sort

Lines in phases

Grand do they look
When I see them on others
Twitching and turning
Displaying naked truth
Of the springs
That ogled the faces
Knotting with wisdom

I cry aloud
‘Am I an exception’
Never
My turn is not far
To flaunt them in style
And be flattered by those lines
Drawn on my face too
After all
I am not a ‘Queenie’

Don’t be in haste
Relax a bit, Time
I am still a juvenile
Of life immortal
I shall wait for your lines
For some more time
To decorate me too
For I am a woman of patience


[Read this piece with an upward curve on your face] :))

A reader's delight

I wish to find out how a human mind works except mine of course. I would be more happy if it is Umbarto Eco, author of many bestsellers.

After a long time, I got the courage to take the book, The Name of the Rose in hand and determined not to accept defeat. You may wonder why but the contents are way too much for my little brain. Even for an avid reader, this classic is a bit heavy dosage, I must say. Bravo, Padmaja! You have completed it.

Adso's innocence (of Melk) , William's intellectual brilliance (of Baskerville), mystery murders, the labyrinth, the cruel wars waged by the various Christian orders and to top it all the definition of laughter - all made me reel for a few days.

Full five stars from my side for the book.

At present, in the verge of finishing "Who says Elephants can't dance" by Former IBM CEO, Lou Gerstner. Contrary to Eco's style, this book is written in simple language. A must read book by every executive who wants to be the leader of his/her company.

My last day

As I was lying relaxed on the bed
A fairy with a crown on her head
Appeared to pronounce my death in a day
And gave me a hug of warmth as I lay

Began to ponder over my luckless fate
Bewildered why it comes to me in haste
Blowed up was I so looked in the mirror
Bundle of emotions surge to my horror

Calmed down to go through my memories
Capped with the solitude of unknown theories
Craved for a helping hand to understand
Cornered was I in childhood as I stand

Dared not utter a word in distress
Dreamt of an angel to ease my stress
Dumb was I lacking in confidence
Dear were my near ones whose love was intense

Entered into teenage life easily
Enacted the role of a daughter swiftly
Educated only to realize the nuance of art
Evolved as I grew with a soft heart

Fables and fairies faded away in time
Found that life is worth without crime
Fumbled many times only to rise in vigour
Fascinated by people whose characters differ

Game of life is sure to end for all
Glad am I to be announced of my call
Give is what I should hold throughout
Great shall I be when I die with no tout

Happy am I not to announce anybody
Hunger will I appease to cater to my body
Hear the prattles of my heart as usual
Humble will I be to behave only casual

Inform my friends my love doesn’t fade
Instill in near ones my love is no fake
Illuminate the lives of others in my little way
Induce the spirit of love as I finally lay

Rose have thorns

A man of sixty now
Life I led somehow
Meant only to bow
Though I have a vow

Lost my father at nine
He was a drunkard and swine
Cried not for this loss of mine
As my mother made me dine

She had no money in her hut
Wanted me to study but
I was a headache throughout
She understood I was a nut

One day I saw her body still
Consumed by flames like a hill
Tears flowed out of will
My life came to a standstill

Became a flower vendor forcibly
Handled those roses fondly
Groomed as an adept in my field slowly
Food and shelter I got nicely

Fell flat for her beauty stunning
I metaphored her to be my rose shining
Started my life with her dreaming
Only to find her nature cunning

In this situation we got a son
He grew up as his mother’s son
Fed up in life I wanted to run
Life lost its meaning and fun

Money and wealth he grabbed
Thought I was ruthlessly stabbed
Remembered my mother being dragged
Mercilessly by my drunken dad

Life is like that I realised at last
Learnt not to accuse at any cost
Became an island yet laugh from the heart
Though memories bring emotions of the past

Now I handle roses passionately
Though pricked by thorns sharply
People flock to hear my wisdom repeatedly
Appreciate thorns too in this life worldly

Today’s Prayer

A waft of cool breeze passes by
Gently hugs my body as I am shy
Lifts my colourless spirits high
Makes me fly up happily in the sky

Heart flutters like a butterfly
Thoughts wander in a reckless sly
I patiently watch them as a spy
Bowing down at the play till they die

My joy is gone in a swish
Pain of rejection mocks me in a rush
Dread to live as if I am impish
Pinching my character as rubbish

I open my closed eyes only to see
That none loves me except Thee
Accepting this wisdom in glee
I thank Him day and night as my fee

I see You in the faces of all lives
I see You in the beauty of nature
I see You in my sorrows and pains
I see You now in my heart’s chamber