Are you a Saint?

Father,
Are you a Saint?

Asked by an old aged man,
With a briskly voice
With his Signature Smile.

I did not respond.

Again, on Next Sunday,
He asked me.

Are you a Saint?

I did not have an answer for him.

Next Sunday,
I could not see him,
As I was down with high fever.

One week was over,
I was still in hospital.
The old aged man came to see me.
With the same smile.

Before leaving,
He repeated the same question
Are you a Saint?

Still I did not have an answer.

He smiled ... again
After some time, he told...

Look,
You are in pain now...
You are experiencing the pain...

Since you are able to tolerate the pain, for Jesus,
You are a Saint...
He smiled... again
Still I can hear him...

Once I came to reality...
I could not see him...
He had already gone...

His words are still smiling at me!

You are a Saint!...Saint!... Saint!...

If birds had sung again …

I planted a jasmine, by caring,

On the sides of the river, some day.

By showering tears,

Spreading its branches,

By the golden feather of dreams.

Its strings were touched by the breeze,

Which came in silent?

Why did it was stolen,

On the second day of its life,

And caged into the darkness.

Today, I couldn’t hear the song of the mother parrot,

Who sings by clapping her hands with bangles …

I did not feed the lovely birds and squirrels.

When the angels came,

By sleighing on the sky,

I didn’t have jasmine flowers to welcome them.

Even I did not have the pearls and gold ...

If spring of honey had come again

As a friend to butterflies,

If everlasting smile,

Mixed by beauty had given again in each lips ….

If peacocks had danced again …

If rainbow had come again …

If birds had sung again …

If dreams were blossomed again …

Talking without talking

It's strange that
We have friends
When we require.
To talk
To listen
To share
To understand
To motivate
To pacify...
It's their pure heart,
That gives us the freedom..
To talk to them without talking...

Mother

The soul of all mothers is same.

To remove the mark of tears,

Always trying to close and open their eyes.

To wipe off the shaking waves of inner pains,

They try to smile in both mind and soul.

Even if they were hurt very badly in the fire of pains,

Live their life without any complaint.

They smile with pure heart, prays relentlessly with determined mind.

Smile not miles away…

Deepness in understanding emotions...

Openness in helping others...

Without thinking in return...

We get nothing...all are strangers...

When emotions can understand the emotions we receive,

There we witness the happiness,

It routes ... it reaches, the deeper understanding.

When smile not a mile away,

It’s the great feeling...what money can't buy.

That makes this world more beautiful like heaven!

In our life,

What is it that we are searching for...?

No Title

I have to restart the program
Lot of things to be done...

Those who need the care & love,
Far away...

I will be happy when they are happy.
I will be dumb like if they are not happy.

Time , this is the time to rewrite the words,
Which were  wiped away, fade away from papers.

Either we have to ink it in new papers,
Or
Correct with the new language in old papers.

Lord of Soul

In soul, there is church.
There exists sacrament.
To be there,
To be within...
You come,Lord of Soul.