Friday, September 30, 2022

Journey

 Journey

When setting out on a journey do not seek advice from someone who never left home. – Rumi

Life itself is a journey
With no mile stone
Journey starts from a womb
and ends at the tomb stone. 


The most difficult journey
Is the journey within
Where there is no road map
And the margin of error  thin.


We all are on a journey
Which has no definite end
But for a seasoned traveler
Races are won around the bend


The Journey becomes easy
If we leave the baggage of past 
Can maneuver tough terrains
And reach the destination fast.
..Vasant Khisty


We are travelers on a constant journey and we are on various journeys at one time. Some journeys are out side some within. The journey itself is a goal as there is no final destination. 






Wednesday, September 28, 2022

Smile

 Smile

A smile is a curve that puts everything straight. Phyllis Diller

 Formation of face muscles
That is called a smile
Is a medicine itself 
That calms down your bile.

Smile is infectious
And can infect a person in gloom
It takes away the thorns of pain
And is  like seeing the flower bloom.

 Nothing that you wear
Is more beautiful then smile
 Clothes may go out of fashion
 Smile will always be in style

A smile is a face lift
and lifts every one around 
Its the music to the sunken soul 
Plays without any sound. 

Vasant Khisty

Smile is the gift of God which is a great healer. It heals the man smiling and the person who receives it.







Friday, September 23, 2022

Adoption

 Adoption

Little souls find their way to you, whether they are from your womb or someone else's- Sheryl Crow.

What makes you a parent
not the ability to make child
 But to raise one 
Its the soul that matters 
Whether it is a daughter or son.

Biological children are  coincidence
and it takes a big heart 
To see a child as a soul and
 Accept a flesh which is not your part.

Parenthood requires love 
And DNA is just a code
Parenting is an attitude
And every child is a blessing bestowed.

A child has adopted me too
And she is not bone of my bone
Nor she is flesh of my flesh
But she is miraculously my own.

Vasant Khisty

It is just not the parent adopting a child but a child also adopting a parent. Its a process of mutual evolution of a feeling of a parent and a child. 







Tuesday, September 20, 2022

Cactus

Cactus

 “A daisy blooming in a desert is worth more than a rose blossoming in a rainforest.” – Mashona Dhimaya

In the desert of our life 
spread  with animal carcass
With eagle hovering over head
The only friend is a cactus.

Look at the cactus
If in the desert it can survive
The message is very clear 
In any place we can also thrive.

When there is no water in soil
Cactus finds it in the air
Flowers bloom amidst the thorns
Hope is what it shares. 

When the things go tough
Character tough like cactus bloom
They find their source of survival
And for regrets they have no room.

Vasant Khisty

Cactus is a product of tough environment with a rough surface and a soft core. Though they may have thorns but flowers too grow on them showing that even rough people can smile











Saturday, September 17, 2022

Spider

 Spider

When spiders web unite they can tie up a lion.

I sat in my room 
sulking with gloom 
Then I saw a spider bunjee jumping
From a silky thread it was hanging.

I saw the spider 
tirelessly spinning a net
Preparing for a opportunity
To catch an insect.

And I thought to myself
Nothing falls in lap without effort
And I got up from my slumber
As success lies outside comfort.

The spider works tirelessly to create a web in which a insect is trapped. Its like preparing for an opportunity to pass by and get trapped. Nothing ever is ever achieved by any one without putting effort. 







Thursday, September 15, 2022

My Tiffin my life line

 Tiffin 

I am tiffin, I carry your mothers love and smile of your friends

Hey I am your friend tiffin
I don't carry just your food
Its the unseen love I carry
That makes it taste so good.

Don't judge me by my size
but what it can pack in
I carry what your soul needs
Though I may be made of plastic or tin.

I travel distances
some times with you or alone
When done eating me 
In the sink I am mercilessly thrown.

I am that piece of bread and onion
The hungry farmer relishes
The sight of wife carrying his tiffin
is the moment he cherishes.

I have thanklessly served  you 
In every phase of your life
I have carried care, love and concern
 Packed by your mother or wife.

Vasant Khisty


Tiffin is half the meal we eat in our life and it is carried by a compact box which travels endlessly to satiate our hunger. These are small thing with most importance who have contributed in our journey of life .






Tiffin Box

 Tiffin Box

Tiffin box is the most child hood possession and the best motivation to go to school.

I waited in anticipation
for the interval bell to ring
Then ran below the tree
And ate my tiffin like a king.

When I would open my tiffin
I would find a surprise
My mother would pack a toffee
hidden below the bread in disguise. 

When I went back home
Mother would open and see
And if I had finished the tiffin
Her face would lit with glee. 

Tiffin came in all sizes
Some in plastic some in steel
Sharing my tiffin with friends
Some times I got a good deal.

Tiffin was not just a meal
It was wrapped with love and care
sitting below the tree with friends
It was our bond that we would share.

Vasant Khisty





Tuesday, September 13, 2022

Birds

Birds

 A bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.” — Maya Angelou.

Birds are souls that are not to be caged
But they are meant to fly 
They are not meant to crawl
But to dare the heavens and the sky.

The birds break their own shell
and only then they can fly
They trust their wings and take a leap
As the branches wave good bye.

Until we spread our wings 
We don't know how far we can fly
Nothing stops us to soar like a eagle
 Can rise above the clouds if we try.

The mother toils all day long
To feeds the babies weak.
It's divine to see the mother feeding 
 babies jumping with their open beak.

Its not the human but the birds
Who welcome the sun with a song.
The bird awakens the creation 
And inspires us to sing life long.



Vasant Khisty in









Flowers

 Flowers

But learn this custom from the flower : silence your tongue.

Life is not all gloom
As there are flower that smile
Take a little pause
Cherish their fragrance for a while

Some life are like flower
When crushed they leave a fragrance
Children are born like a bud
Blooming into a flower with innocence.

They cherish the sun and rain
Like a soldier brave
They can decorate a temple
Or they can smile on the grave.

They grow on wild bushes
also as a rose amidst the thorn
Each day a bud appears
And a new flower of hope is born. 

Learn from the ever giving flower
As it blooms which ever the season
It smiles where ever planted
And it keeps smiling without a reason.

Vasant Khisty

Flowers are like stationery butterfly always making this world beautiful. They have their destiny too. Some whiter and fall to be blown by the wind and some are used in temples and some one graves. 





Friday, September 9, 2022

Morning

 Morning

The Breeze at dawn has secrets to tell. Don't go back to sleep..Rumi


Morning is the childhood of the day
When the breeze has message to say
When the birds hum worship songs
It's the best time to thank and pray. 

Morning is the symbol of rising
When the sun rises with a crimson blush
And the darkness of life dissolves
The sky is painted with a divine brush.

Morning is the sign of new life
On the flowers the dew drops rest
The bees go out in search of nectar
While the birds fly out of their nest.

This universe is in cosmic rhythm
And with this rhythm life is aligned
 We must sync our day with the sun
    As sleeping through pushes us behind...
Vasant Khisty

The best of the day is the morning and its the symbol of rising. When the whole universe is the part of this rhythm we do not sync with this rhythm by sleeping when sun sleeps and wakes up. The quality of our life is in the number of mornings we witnessed. 









Invisible daughter

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