Too often.. Too True..

Too often we don't realize

what we have until it is gone

Too often we wait too late to say,

"I'm sorry - I was wrong."

Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones

we hold dearest to our hearts

And we allow foolish things

to tear our lives apart.

Far too many times we let

unimportant things into our minds

And then it's usually too late

to see what made us blind.

So be sure that you let people know

how much they mean to you

Take that time to say the words

before your time is through.

Be sure that you appreciate

everything you've got

And be thankful for the little things

in Life that mean a lot.

Growing old surrounded by those we love

is a privilege denied to many

Never leave behind regrets.

~Author unknown

Wonderful spring !!

The winds are moving pleasant.. the trees blooming pleasant.. The tree was mere a sparse bunch of sticks is now filling up with lavish green color.. Sun shining on them to give them golden shine..Yellow lavender blossoms are heads up to add new fresh look to the scene.. And spotless blue skies above that, make the scene Picture perfect !!
The scene is Reflected on the glass building and the glass in turn reflecting it down on the Earth.. To walk through the scene (metaphorically).. I walk on that lonely road and feet just drag me slower.. Feeling the warmth of nature..on the way to office.. and and enter office in fresh mood :)
Also with nature I am enjoying spring , a new beginning after some cold time.. I am ready to enjoy the crispy weather.
Oh lord nature, grant me energy to enjoy this! And let my life be like spring forever !!

मी एक रात्रि त्या नक्षत्रांना पुसले

मी एक रात्रि त्या नक्षत्रांना पुसले
“परमेश्वर नाही घोकत मन मम बसले
परि तुम्ही चिरंतन विश्वातील प्रवासी
का चरण केधवा तुम्हास त्याचे दिसले?

तो आहे किंवा नाही कुणा न लागे ठाव
प्रज्ञेची पडते जिथे पांगळी धाव
गवसे न किनारा, फिरे जरी दर्यात
शतशतकांमधुनी शिडे उभारून नाव!”

स्मित करून म्हणाल्या मला चांदण्या काही
“तो मुक्त प्रवासी फिरत सदोदित राही
उठतात तमावर त्याची पाऊलचिन्हे-
त्यांनाच पुससि तू, आहे की तो नाही!”

-कुसुमाग्रज

Bangalore survival kit !!!

Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?

He came and sat by my side but I woke not.
What a cursed sleep it was, O miserable me!
He came when the night was still;
he had his harp in his hands,
and my dreams became resonant with its melodies.

Alas, why are my nights all thus lost?
Ah,
why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?

with thanks form "Gitanjali"
by Rabindranath Tagore.
Nobel prize for literature, 1913.

One Sparkling morning..

Bright Golden treasure

at the edge of mountain..
Birds sing to sugary sweetness,
At One Sparkling morning.

-A Haiku.

Music

The music just make you feel so happy… takes you the voyage long away you are living, long away you are being …

the way you are feeling that the moment :-).

Far beyond the worries , far beyond the friends far beyond the depth of thinking !!!

And leaves you in the heaven of your thoughts .. the dreams come true there , for the moment you live the way you always want to be like…. Life is no more worry no more pain no more living .. it becomes just being !! in the world of the own !! and probably with The one who rules the romance in you ..

Its not so spontaneous ever.. its like just feeling to be in heaven.. where signs also become meaningless and just the words flow like the romantic rain drizzles on you!!