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Smiles about (II)

Sneaking in through
the white fog screen
the morning sun presented a new face
a smile
warm enough to fuel my walk
thousands of miles and more...

'Smile today-tomorrow is going to be worst'

If you are inspired by Murphy's philosophy, you will find yourself trying to abstract each and every ounce of reasons to put on a smile, a genuine smile and yes, there'll be no dearth of reasons when you seek...

You will not be able to keep yourself from smiling when you find the squirrels and house sparrows getting into a mild fight around the issue of possession of the flatted rice you have spread on the roof top. It will definitely be difficult for you to resist feeling the bliss when in a few moments you find both the squirrel and the sparrow have given up the fight and sharing the grains like affable of the sparrows even dared to sit on the head of the senior most of the squirrels, and the squirrel, usually restless, choose to remain still as a host...all these forced me on the flight of my mind to recall the pleasure in releasing the sparrows trapped in deceptive can't experience the joy of flying but you can feel it seeing them enjoying the regained freedom...flapping of their free wings sounds like music...

And music, which Aldous Huxley said is the only thing that comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible...that's perhaps behind the incredible joy that you get in listening music and songs...letting them sneak into your heart and rule over it...there's an innocent heavenly pleasure, of the kind you feel when a kid smile at you forcing you to smile back 'a huge smile', a smile from deep feel like living whole of your life around these moments...


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Anonymous said…
delhi looks so beautiful in winters :)
Anonymous said…
nice to find a new post after so many days.. and like all your posts i really like it..and one more thing, it's funny hearing u singing and whistling while reading and commenting on your blog!!!


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