WARM SHADES

Child is the Father of Man

Children are giggles of our lives and epitomize innocence, love and tenderness. Many of us think and write about how to educate our children the best so that they navigate better future as excellent leaders and persons, but amazingly they have the magical powers to be our best teachers. I experienced the same recently during my Bali excursion.

Advay, walking talking angel of 1 year and ten months  updated my outdated childhood. During the journey to Bali his flawless smile removed all our exertion and his own language of some hinter land bridged his world with our world of communication. His twinkling eyes with that glint brightened our day and made many unwanted and troublesome worries take a back seat. We were his age, oblivion to diplomatic and manipulative world of adults. Moment that I seized to cease all my squirmy struggling thoughts. The impact is still travelling.

His puckish calling " Ma'am...." still echoes in my mind as it has coined his blether as so meaningful that I find a miss with best orators even. His kingly amble legged our curiosity and interest in the world so serene. At the time of lows also he taught me to recuperate quickly and throw smile to the spectators of our voyage of life, after all halts just become past as soon as we leave them and go on with all new of us.

"Child is the Father of Man", rightly said by William Wordsworth. Small child gave me lesson of life to be child like and to be free of all the manacles which stop us to be what we are......The child within us keep taking birth to face the world so hard.

Advay tutored me to child everything which comes as obnoxious  monster in our lives......the best lesson I learnt for my life.

Sangeeta Sharma

 Reflections
Meaningless Meaning of Meaningful life
Life has always been astonishing me with its tantrums. One moment it offers me something to relish and on the other to even find meaning worth meaningful. When I see a butterfly I perceive all colors of life flying.....flying and not consistent.....Which color should I pick for my meaningful life? I see a kid smiling with different muscles spread indicating smile smiles away stress, but does it make me smile for life throughout? In every human I find a little God, who preaches different school of thoughts, which one I follow? Yonder in the vast sky birds going back to their home, A rainbow full of hues, blue sky, rising and setting Sun, shades of moon, waves rolling , tides striking....everything has transitional appearance or existence, where do all these draw line of meaningful meaning?

I am no pessimistic, but I am researcher of life chasing it the way it comes to me.I smile with it and shed a tear or two when it wants me to do that even, I dance with it like its soul mate, I spread my expansions hugging it, I shout ignoring its limitations, I call it with all my desires and above all I worship it with its idealism......but where does the defined meaning lie?

Every night I sleep in its lap with peaceful yet disturbed sleep, I try to grab it with its chore values yet find lack of these in some, I try to comfort it when I find pain of life, I try to embrace it like its partner to blossom and to grow.....but in turn every morning it offers me different temptations to be aloof and alienated from it .......meaningless meaning of meaningful life.

I talk, I preach, I fight, I laugh, I sing, I love life to get back love......but do we really? These are not expectations, nevertheless quintessential panorama of just small part of life. We all try to win it with our own strategies but who wins at the end...Its meaningful Life and leave us with its meaningless meaning. Alas! It seems to be a wild goose chase....I am trying to run after it to get it in my fist but am I really going to?
It comes running to me with its pain but comes walking with happiness. What a dilemma! I try to run fast with it , I got tired but it doesn't. I sigh and doubt but surprisingly it gives me back my strong belief in its being......sits somewhere at the corner of my heart with its innocent smile and tickling me to have faith in its meaningless meaning.
All fog cleared I walk hand in hand with the meaningless meaning of meaningful life.
Sangeeta Sharma

Spontaneous feelings

My nine year old niece, Angel,  got holiday home work to write a poem on frienshipship. The poem is meant for the age group of 6 to 10 yr old.

Friendship

Friendship is priceless
It is timeless.
It is the ship of buddies best
Which never gets wrecked.

Friendship is only for angels sweet
Who care, love and tweet
Frienship is lifeline
that cures all worries and pine.

Where no one can help
Friends come with smiling gel
Friendship is so very pure in taste
Don't let it go in waste.

Sangeeta Sharma