The 3 most beautiful words

The 3 most beautiful words, perhaps next to God.

It’s such a beautiful feeling, which has no accord.

I vividly remember, how pathetic life was prior.

When nothing felt good, and heart had no desire.

When days were dull and gloomy, no hope anywhere around.

Life seemed to have no purpose, and I felt lost in a crowd.

With this newfound happiness, I am happy for no reason.

My eyes smile and my heart leaps, gets me stares from bystanders.

Oh! I was in such despair. But now I feel so relieved.

I can feel it, I can sense it. The soul is getting healed.

It’s an act of God. But not force majeure.

I always heard about it but never could not dare.

I will keep all for myself and be very selfish here.

Oh! It’s so beautiful that I don’t want to share.

I don’t wish anyone to feel ever what I am feeling right now.

As that would mean you should also know the reason one reaches there how.

It’s Godly! it’s Heavenly! I feel so light!

Like soft fluffy feathers and God holding me tight.

So, let me say those lovely words, out and loud.

For all of you to know what it feels like on a cloud.

Is it cloud 9? Or may be even higher.

For my happiness knows no bound and heart has no desire.

I guess it’s time for sharing my little secret,

So here and now I say-
May you always be happy!, because today-

I FORGIVE YOU! 😊

P.S.- What were you thinking? 😉

Bends are not dead-ends.

Don't fear the bends. They are not dead-ends.

While driving near the bends, the traffic slows down. And I am thinking- Is there an accident ahead? Why doesn't it move? Like everything is at standstill. But once that bend/curve is passed, I am back to the speed. It sets me thinking- hey, it’s just like our life!!! Difficulties and problems of life, they are also like a bend. We get a bit slow. We get tense- Why doesn't life move ahead? Why are we stuck? Life seems at standstill. But once that problem is over, and the problems solved, life is back at its speed. Life at a bend, is not the end.

Life is good as such.

You were my first thought of the day,
Yours were the last before every sleep.
All the days since I have known you,
And all the moments in between.

When I would meet you,
Or talk with you in my dreams.
I was happy even to chat,
if that was for few min in a week.

But now broken too much.
Don't have left much.
I don't know, if I will love someone as much.
And perhaps I don't want to love anyone as much.

I still cry when I talk with you,
And I cry when I try not to talk with you.
Someday perhaps, I will have my peace,
And if not, life is good as such.