(SHORTS PART 2) - SMILE

12 is a nice number when you add its components 1 and 2, it leads to the next number 3. Consisting of 12 lines, (Shorts) will be original poetries, unadulterated thoughts poured out from within. Here's the 2nd one.

SMILE

On the way to the shore,

You have joys galore. 

But on your way back, 

You feel like a bore. 

Do you actually need to go a mile? 

To bring your face a beautiful smile. 

Hold the inner joy all the while, 

And never miss your beautiful smile. 

Air feels clearer if we see, 

Water feels cleaner if we see. 

Life becomes good if we live, 

And a smile becomes a gift if we give.

(SHORTS PART 1) - PAT

12 is a nice number when you add its components 1 and 2, it leads to the next number 3.
Consisting of 12 lines, (Shorts) will be original poetries, unadulterated thoughts poured out from within. Here's the 1st one.

PAT

Pictures live to speak,

When memories go weak.

But things that stay in the eyes,

We recollect without thinking twice.

 

So pat your body, it’s helping you,

Waking you up and sleeping you.

Breathing in and out for you,

Making your legs to stand you.

 

Changing a little with every morning new,

Your body becomes one with you.

Your partner in pleasure and pain,

So, pat your body once again.

EARN A PARENT!!!

A lot of things in life which we enjoy, comes to us at a price. We work for these things. We strive & nevertheless many a times still fail to achieve them. We work hard for it & we earn it. It could be admission in a school or college, getting a girlfriend or wife, or getting a job. Not to forget, this earned thing could even be a chocolate :-P While passing out from school, we want a good college. After college, we want a good job. Then, in some more years, we want a life partner. The way we run behind these things makes us feel that we were born only to accomplish these things.

All this seems fine. And our biggest support in whatever we do, are our parents. But never do we wonder that our great parents were gifted to us by God. We never worked to get them. We never strived hard so that we get good parents. But still they were, they are, & they will be with us in whatever we do. They are thrust upon us. We get them just like that. An effortless earning.

This reminds me of a very beautiful story.

An old man was sitting in the courtyard of his house along with his son who was highly educated. Suddenly a crow came onto the roof of the house. Seeing that, the father asked the son -  Son, What is this? The son replied: Its a crow. After some time, the father again asked the son: What is this? The son said: It is a crow.

After some more time, the father again asked his son & this was the third time: What is this?

The son said: Papa, so many times have I told you now that this is a crow.

After a little while the old father again asked his son the fourth time: what is this? By now, the son's tone sounded irritated & he rebuffed his father: It is a crow crow crow.

A little while later, the father again asked his son: What is this? This time the son replied to his father with anger. Oh Papa, you have been repeating the same question, although I told you so many times that it is a crow. Why aren't you understanding this?

The old man went to his room and came back with an old diary. Opening a page he asked his son to read what was written. What the son read were the following words:

'Today my little son was sitting with me in the courtyard, when a crow came there. My son asked me twenty-five times what it was and I told him twenty-five times that it was a crow and I did not at all feel irritated. I rather felt affection for my innocent child.'

The father then explained to his son the difference between a father's and a son's attitude. When you were a small kid, you asked me this question twenty-five times and I did not feel irritated in replying to the question twenty-five times and today when I asked you the same question only five times, you felt irritated & annoyed at me.

Probably, we would have understood the value of our parents more - had we earned them with our efforts & only got somebody who we are worth of.

Happiness Happens!!!

Some say you need to be caught, 

Some say you come on your own, 

For some things, I actually had fought 

But never found you, in whatever I got. 



Although, we have never met 

Of you, I never can forget. 

Trying to trace you, still I gaze 

And want you to stay, with me always. 



Friends I thought, would take me far 

Reaching me out, to where you are. 

But they reached out as NRIs 

And I had none but water in my eyes. 



I lost them and the path to you, 

Without them, everything was new. 

That makes me think on what to do 

To make me know where are you. 



Gadgets were my love, with whom I lived 

They did not shout and I was never miffed. 

They addicted me but made be shrewd, 

Taking me to you, I felt they were good. 



I stayed hooked and lazy I became, 

Health went down and sickness came. 

Going that way, I had lost my aim, 

Always trying, to play a new game. 



Realization dawned on how I am, 

Instead of my brain I used the RAM. 

I then thought of, trying something new 

For helping me to find, where are you. 



Searching for a job, I landed in a den 

A lion in the cabin would call me in 

He gave me nothing but only money, 

Which I felt, would take me to thee. 


Everything I bought and everything I got, 

But never found you in whatever I got. 

Day-by-day, I thought smart I grew 

But could not find out where are you. 



Mother nature called and out I went, 

The only place where I didn’t pay a rent. 

Enjoying the mountains and the rains, 

I Forgot of money and all the pains. 



The trees and their shade gave me joy 


The breeze touched me and I felt coy 


Sat over there after cleaning the dirt, 

And thought of the man without the shirt. 

He had found you, here on earth, 

In spite of having the entire dearth. 


That made me say, you are never to be searched, 

Not searching you, can quench our thirst. 


Since happiness is not the absence of pain, 

But training the mind to handle the pain. 

And not looking out for things to assist, 

But by loving the ones that make you exist. 


Never will I think as to where I reach 

But in my mind I will make peace. 
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 By Santosh Padhi