The Little Things In Life

Wondered a precious, little flower one day, Whether it fit well into the world’s way. And knew it not where to it was bound, For it had not, hitherto, its purpose found. It looked at the rose with awe and wonder, And upon its own flaws it began to ponder. The rose was fragrant and delicately made, Whilst it was plain, and in shadows it laid. The mighty rose adorns the hand of a bride, And is fondly every love’s first gift of pride. But our P recious was not so well-known, It stood in a corner, weary and forlorn. Then came a sunbird to suckle its nectar, In that moment P recious felt like a victor. It saw how a rose is a rose, and a lily is a lily, To compare one with other is so lame and silly. Each little thing has a place of its own, An inimitable place none can disown. If the whole world were just one flower, Spring'd have nothing much to shower. You are truly special and one of a kind, Your own sheen in no other soul you’...

There was once a little lamb life saw, White as snow, but with a major flaw. He had a limp that made him slow, And to him this was the biggest blow. All his friends would make merry and play, But his wary steps would quiver and sway. Hobbling groggily he would fall far behind, Thus to his own lameness, he was confined. He sat by the river all  gloomy and glum, His mother came by and cuddled him some. He asked his mother why he was this way, With a useless limb, his life looked only grey. His mother kissed him sweetly and gently said, “Don’t you scorn yourselves or doubt a shred. Think not less of yourselves, or be remotely peeved, For isn't it remarkable what you’ve thus far achieved? In your struggles, you’ll find your real strength, For life prepares you thus to go to any length. Turn you pain into power, and grief into glory, And make it the true story of your victory. Embrace yourselves the way you truly are, For thus alo...

Mornings, O ever pleasant, joyous mornings, What thrill to my heart are your callings! The sparkling sun glitters at the window sill, Smiling serenely and looking ever so tranquil. Chirpy, little birds begin their morning banter, Welcoming the day with a glorious grandeur. Entranced by their sprightly melodies I embrace, The tender breeze that manifests nature’s grace. Gentle dew drops drape the earth with skillful flair, The canopy of trees whisper in the morning air. Mingled in moist and mist, it drenches my spirit, With a surreal joy no wisdom can truly outwit. I look at the horizon and break into a happy smile, Watching nature’s splendour spreading every mile. The sun fills its canvas with shades ever so intricate, This bewitching beauty can an artist’s brush replicate? #TheLittleThingsInLife #Mornings #Sunrise #Nature By the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and His beloved Mother in Heaven. You might also like :    The Story O...

Lately, I have developed a kind of fascination for birds - those chirpy little things waking us each morning with their perky little jingles and their endless chatter cheering us through the day. I might have heard these birdsongs a gazillion times before, but it is only now that I have learnt to appreciate the sweet comfort they bring into our lives. It’s a perfect blend of varying sounds and pitches conjoining into a symphonious orchestra of nature. The sad melancholy of the cuckoo, the sprightly joy of the sparrow, the sweet melody of the Indian rock chat, the angry bickering of the common babbler and the spunky alertness of the myna call out to us each day through a legato of tunes, notes and emotions. And just how they manage to bring it all together is a mystery unto itself. A little birdie would begin her throat singing from one corner, and another one from a completely different direction would instantly reciprocate. And the next one would chip in from quite...

Summer nights and the stars so bright, Oh how it fills my heart with delight! The moon adorns its brightest yellow, Can the night be ever so mellow? A little girl serenely looks up at the stars that wink, Wonders what her distant friends at this hour think. She smiles merrily at the moon that so joyfully beams, Grinning mysteriously, in a star spangled sky it gleams. Oh, the splendid beauty that surrounds us all! The sun and the moon, and everything tall. If only we would open our eyes and see, The simple joys that fill us with abundant glee. #TheLittleThingsInLife #Poetry #SummerNights #StarrySky By the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and His beloved Mother in Heaven.

“Do you love me?”, little Joe asked his mother. She smiled warmly, but spoke not word another. She parted his hair and buttoned his shirt with care, And prepared her son for the day with a silent prayer. With a healthy lunch and the school bag at the ready, Waved him off to school with nothing to brag already. “Do you love me?”, little Joe asked his mother. She smiled warmly, but spoke not word another. Little Joe fell down and bruised a knee that evening, Came running to his mother, weaning and whining. She carried him in her arms, and took him aside, Bandaged his wound, her heart pounding inside. “Do you love me?”, little Joe asked his mother. She smiled warmly, but spoke not word another. Exclaimed his mother as they sat for dinner, “Eat, my baby, for you are getting leaner!” Morning came, and she woke him with a kiss, How could such tender love little Joe ever miss? “Do you love me?”, little Joe need not ask his mother, For her sw...

Off wanted to fly a bird into the open sky, But alas! The poor, little thing had her foot tied. A string pulled her back and would not let her fly, She yelped out in pain, and in misery she cried. She tugged hard at the string, venturing to break free, Budged not the string and slowly her courage waned. She battled against the stubborn string’s spiteful spree, Came crumbling down as her strength fully drained. Then one morning, she decided she’d try with all her might, Shuddered the string a little, and off it began to come loose. The little birdy spread out her wings and prepared for her flight, Saw that she could break free the moment she’d choose. Watching the gallant bird’s conquest, Lizzie learnt to forego, All her fears that tied her down, made her stumble and slack. Silent they fell as Lizzie chose to brave her wretched foe, Valiantly broke free from all things that once held her back. You can break free the moment you choose to. By t...

Life is a beautiful journey. At times, it is also a long, hard, bumpy ride with shaky, potholed, uneven roads. And sometimes, there are no roads – at all. You follow a certain path only to find out that it takes you nowhere. You hit a roadblock, or worse still, it is the end of the road for you. So either you find another way to get to your place, or you make one. Some people might prefer to change their destination, and explore new roads as they unfold. And that is fine too. Who says there’s only one way of doing a thing? And who says one has to rigidly stick to the game plan they first set out with? You can change your plan whenever you choose to, and switch to a bigger, better, more suitable path instead. It’s your life, after all. Do whatever works for you – after considering, of course, the best interests of those that depend on you. Now, if I have not already lost you with all those metaphors, here are a bunch of quick quips that you might find useful no matter what you...

We were approaching the end of the financial year, and our Accounts Team was discussing the changes we need to bring about in the new financial year.  I had a little idea that I had long since been mulling over. It had nothing to do with accounts or accounting SOPs whatsoever, but it certainly had something to do with an issue which has long since been very close to my heart - environment. In my own little ways, I try to cut down on my carbon footprints as much as possible, without disrupting the normal routines of a normal life. For example, at work and pretty much everywhere, I try to cut down on the consumption of paper. I print a document only when strictly necessary, avoid taking printed receipts and statements at ATMs, etc.  In fact, if I could have my way, I would totally do away with all kinds of printed  paper work. But since documentation is an integral part of any organizational workflow, that’s not an entirely plausible option. But, now that we...

If there’s one book that I would recommend anyone, anytime, it is  To Kill A Mocking Bird  by Harper Lee. This is no  Dan Brown  where you can’t wait to get to the end, or  Harry Potter  where you are transported to a whole new world of spells and spellbinding magic. This book is just an ordinary collection of everyday things that gradually transpires into something truly extraordinary.  Set in the late 1930s, the story revolves around a man called Atticus Finch and his two children, and is neatly woven around the country life of the fictitious Maycomb County in Alabama, US. The narrative, described by Atticus' daughter aged six, invites us to take a fresh look at the world and visualize it from a child's perspective. It also evokes a certain sense of nostalgia as one could easily reminiscence their childhood.