Hearts and Flowers

A fortnight ago my son got a seizure attack, fell in the washroom and injured himself.I panicked at the sight of him lying in a pool of blood. The incident shook me and I’m still coming to terms with it. But I remind myself that I could get timely help and avoid the worse. This was not the first time that I bought my calm senses to the fore. He being autistic my energies are challenged everyday. But this time around it was something I was slightly unprepared for. There comes a time in life when certain incidents wane away our vigor and fortitude. It’s then the memory of some long forgotten episode strikes a note and makes it bearable for us. In moments of emotional catastrophe, memories often turn out to be the ultimate reserves of psyche. The mysterious spectrum which focuses on our basic feelings about life.We never know which memory planted in our past will grow to be a rose. Time and again most pronounced and acknowledged remembrances are ostensibly simple and ones that do not rock the boat.They have capability to replenish our self belief.

Happiness is….. 

Ofttimes we reason the purpose of life, 

We brood over, if it is success or happiness to end the strife, 

And cross heart, happiness it is !

Life is momentary, 

Passing and slight it becomes, 

In the quest for happiness, 

For happiness we misconstrue as fortunes, 

Although it is a measure of favorable

elements within us. 

Happiness should be the pick, 

To make life authentic, 

To let go the fake

And ease out every heartache. 

Happiness is reminiscing the moments of mirth and joy,

And bringing to mind all that lifts your soul, 

And renouncing all that blows you out, 

And disheartens you throughout. 

Happiness is showing in fulfillment, 

And casting away obsession to perfect, 

And eyeing opportunities to effect. 

Happiness is making time, 

For relationships to last a lifetime. 

For sharing the opulence of love and

gratitude, 

And everytime leaving hearts renewed. 

Happiness is resting the cares, 

And fears of being blown out, 

And not being in the race throughout. 

Happiness is working towards ceaseless well-being, 

For our life to hold out.