The Gift

Like a garden full of flowers, I wish you a state full of fragrance...

Like a garden full of flowers, I wish you a state full of fragrance…

They say, you wish one a world, one who is a world to you.
Well, I wish I can truly do something that close for you.

It is your birthday and I can’t think of any gift that I can find you…
There isn’t anything in world that you don’t already have.
Yet for all what you have given me I must gift you something.

So I wish you here, not just happiness or good future, my love,
but means to create a state of perpetual one.

Here, I wish…

Your heart to be brim with passion and compassion,
where living is worth more than continuance for existence.
Where enabling and empowering positive impact matters more
than counting breaths for mere survival.
Where contentment of spirit sustains life,
than chase of lights in gloss and glimmer.
Where like a burning sun passion propels its power in self-reliance,
and casts the net of hope all over not just on own shelter.
Where hope leads to drive, to ethically disciplined action,
and each act is backed by love and constant inner radiance.

I wish your mind to wonder…
with inquisitiveness of a learner,
to ponder with rationale and reason,
to choose with due-diligence,
and to plan for generations
than a transitory period.
I wish you hold the eager eyes of a yearner,
child-like curiosity of a toddler,
to discover new planes, to embark on new adventures,
to earn and gather a value worth experience.
I wish you contemplation of a monk,
seeking the truth behind a curtain,
one who desires more than a cursory experience.

I wish you a voice, freedom of expression,
one that leashes peaks of the mountains,
and touches a depth of the canyons,
one that echoes in minds as much
as it floods the heart’s defensive chambers.
Songs that summon the clouds,
poems that bend the river.
An expression ruling the pulse,
inviting in realm of trance,
critical thought and reflection.

I wish you a stance unbiased and undazzled.
One that is steadfast on its values and its spirit.
One that would put through a lot but never give up
to fight for what’s right and what’s clear.
One that would work for a justice,
and struggle for an independence
from bias, non-reason, prejudice and indifference.
A stance that would keep itself in check
reviewing timely what matters.
Like a journeyman traveling
keeping track of weather and his condition…
while never forgetting the mission.

I wish you a freedom – independence
from shackles of conformity –
rules of yesteryear,
that bogs one down,
and pushes them in trap of temporary security
than a permanent freedom;
And freedom from all overrides
that impedes one’s growth –
one’s chances of reaching height of relevance
and creativity’s pinnacle.

I wish you be as free as a breeze
carrying scent of the gardens,
one that carries fragrance from flowers,
leaking a joy in atmosphere,
and like of free birds who know not of the
boundaries sketched on papers,
as they are oblivious of
man-made jurisdictions
and all artificial restrictions,
such as those that try to snub a birth right,
or those that try to cage the spirit,
or those that clip the feathers.

I don’t know what else to give you
as a birthday present, my love…

But it never ends at making a wish,
does it?
With each wish coming out from the heart
it requires a commitment from a wisher…
to be ready, to do their part,
to always do what it takes to see it through.

So, I gift you, my love…
my dream,
my passion and my promise –
I will be along,
to become a state in my own
that I wish to see in you.

Happy Independence Day!

– Dedicated to a dear love.

Art/ Image credits:
Flag-Art-with-Grass –

“Gandalf and Hobbits Of PK”

Once upon a time Gandalf – the wise wizard
was invited to a party of The Hobbits,
It was their leader “The Eldest” hobbit’s birthday.
This was in a land far away, known as ‘PK’.

There were lots of hobbits around,
only few knew Gandalf,
and history of the eldest,
rest – just there to feast and feign.

Gandalf was under the assumption
he’s invited there so that he shares his moral tales
while participating in a big day with charitable acts..

He imagined a gathering of volunteers
for distribution of the food to poor,
prized contests of arts and craft;
maintenance of public properties,
like centers of health and Zen.

Well, he’s wise,
supposed to know how such stuff goes…
you know what they say..
“For wise, nothing’s new, nothing’s mundane”.
Well actually, he did hear once a story
of the last great hobbit who used to do that.

Now of course,
he was a wise wizard with lots of powers,
but who ever has a sure way
to look into a time ahead…
Alas, his expectations
all about to be drained.

In actual what happened
was quite different…
Hobbits did gather,
but to eat and treat.
They just sang songs,
and partied like hell.
None of the Hobbits
were interested in his tales.

Now just before Gandalf
was about to regret the time spent.
Here came a request.
Hobbits wanted the day to be “excellent”….
They were all expecting from Gandalf the “fireworks”.
The wise wizard wondered if Hobbits ever knew
any other creative way to socially engage.

It was strange
everyone eager to spend
their time and energy on games,
all of light and fame..
Probably they’ve
“no hungry, no unclothed,
no unhoused, and no uneducated citizens.”
Gandalf wondered.
Probably the land faraway
was without all social and economical problems.
And he used to think,
he belonged to a wonderland.

Gandalf did abide
and honored all party’s guests.
Only later to more
gravely contemplate.
“Was it him or the hobbits
that became their shallow selves?”
While he was feasting on his
share of the birthday cake.

– Dedicated to Gandalf – the wise, and Hobbits – the every-man.
Gandalf and the Hobbits are work of fiction originally created by J. R. R. Tolkien. Here they’re unofficially borrowed for humor.
Image Credits: “The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring”, a film adaptation by Peter Jackson.