The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.

Monday 15 December 2014

YES, IT'S THE CHRISTMAS NIGHT..

Like she asks and like I love to do, my 11 year old Niece Saijashi came with an assignment for me this time in the season of Christmas, to write a poem on Christmas for her, to be delivered by Monday morning. Due to my own set of lazy reasons (no reasons in fact), I was left with just a night the last night to deliver the output. The last night, even if it followed a sleepless night and an exhausting day, the laziness had no excuses left but to sit and write. The only help was her beautiful smile and the potion worked to keep me awake till I could write it.

I had to write the poem accommodating these words: Jesus, Santa, Christmas Tree, Sledge, Snow, Clouds, Stars, Bells, Jingle, Sky, Santa Cap, Cakes, Candles, Light..

Here is what I could write with sleepy eyes and an exhausted mind, and therefore, hope to rework it, as it is still more than a week for the Christmas day. 

:)  

The sky is lit bright
On this colourful night
Musical air comes to meet
We are up for the family treat
It's the time, bells are jingling
It's the time, joys are mingling
Dancing with the Tree of life
Rhyming with its candles' light
Yes, It's the Santa time again
It's the sledge ride again
To the stars, through the snow
In the clouds, there we go
In the Santa caps, in the Santa reds
For the Santa socks, for the Xmas cakes
Yes, it's the night of Christmas
Lets write our prayers to Jesus
For the light of his wisdom
Let's sing our midnight psalm
The sky is lit bright
Yes, it's the Christmas night

 ©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey - http://severallyalone.blogspot.com/