Down the memory lane..

Down the memory lane.

By Shruti Abhishek Shetty

Ice-cold raindrops fell on her back,

as she ran bare handed towards a shelter.

She sneak-peeked through a gap,

between the edge and the door.

 

It was all bright inside and nothing,

but few webs and dried leaves scattered.

Rain water gushed between her feet,

she was left with no option but to shift.

 

She tick-tocked on the wooden planks,

arranged well but it still creaked.

She walked below a lavish chandelier,

that might have looted the wallet.

 

She trolled towards the room,

with torn sheets and empty cupboards.

Mirror reflected herself as brown shadow,

but she fell on the bed and sleep creeped.

 

She woke and as she tied her locks,

witnessed something similar she daily saw.

She was at her own bed and room,

but her hairstrands still smelled dust and saw.

 

 

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Blessings

Awakening all her senses she woke,
amidst deep sleep.
She heard some faint voice as if door is creaking,
She wasn’t sure who it was.

Dancing alone round the house,
tuning in her favourite music.
She felt someone brushing her hair,
She wasn’t sure who it was.

Sitting at her window,
reading her own written book.
She heard someone louder than her mind,
She wasn’t sure who it was.

Following her vaccum cleaner,
in the entire balcony.
She heard the leaves far behind her tatter,
She wasn’t sure who it was.

While praying in the grave,
sitting besides her granny’s tomb.
She noticed a heavy hand on her head,
She was now sure who it was.

— Shruti Abhishek Shetty

I GIVE MY HEART

I give my heart,
to your piece of art.
I love the way you talk,
with your eye you draw even without a chalk.

I give my heart,
for genuinely you are very smart.
You make me smile,
when your thoughts come in my mind for a while.

I give my heart,
you are a tick in my chart.
Teasing my beat,
you are my favorite meat.

-Shruti Abhishek Shetty

Book Review : My Journey with the Enlightened Masters by Khushwant Singh

Book Review – ‘My Journey with the enlightened masters’

Author – Khushwant Singh

Reviewed by – Shruti Shetty

E-mail –¬†shettyshruti5@yahoo.com

On the occasion of birthday of Shree Krishna would like to share my review about this book ‘My Journey with the enlightened masters’ by Khushwant Singh @eccentric_mystic. He has shared many experiences of his and his first master being ‘Lord Krishna’ himself.

As per the writer through meditation he encountered his previous birth and his experiences with his enlightened masters. He wants to share the power of meditation and blessings of his enlightened masters with the world. Also he enchantingly writes in his last chapter, he is in search of those 73 people who are on verge of enlightenment in this life and Khushwant Singh wants to help them achieve it.

Reading something like this enables you gain some knowledge and share too. I suggest this book to people who wants to know about themselves, improve themselves and get closer to GOD.

Wow am really impressed and surprised too!!

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Thanks and Regards,

Shruti Abhishek Shetty

Ancient Civilization and Recent Home Culture.

In India our ancestors had love, compassion and pride in their relation. It was then people knew how to use the bit they had in bits. And now we know how to use the bit we have in a larger bite.

The nuclear family diminishes the mind, heart and also the quality to embrace people (both family and distinct). When there was joint family people knew how to handle situation in a better way. Someone in the family had gone through the same, or at least some similar situation was handled together. Today, let far be someone advising you – you don’t even know who to approach.

Is it that we have lost our innocence or we have no time to be innocent anymore ? In search of treasure and the materialistic world we have left “OUR WORLD” – the human world far behind.

You know why lifespan has reduced today? Because of the complexity we have bought into it. There’s always this thing making its space in mind – what so ever you do to diminish it. ‘We need to live a luxurious life, I need to earn more than anyone else in family, I want to be a well- known person in society, we need to enroll our child in the best school, I want a duplex house, etc.’

Life was so simple and beautiful then. In a small hut of twenty people, 3 men were the working head, 4 women were the house makers and children were the education seekers. No competition, no jealousy, no differentiation. Everything that was bought into the house, was shared and enjoyed. Life was simple – so was human nature. Nothing to hide, so much to share – experience, knowledge., etc. So life was indeed exotic then… other than today.

The fashion has returned, the ayurveda has returned, the importance of natural environment has made its place again in the minds of people. So hope innocence too returns on a wider frame. Lets hope to get grounded and lead a better and happier life together.

Something’s missing…..

Her neighbors asked,
How are you?
She said, ‘Am good. ‘

Her relatives asked,
What’s going on?
She said, ‘Nothing’s special.’

Her colleagues asked,
Why are you not chirpy at office?
She said, ‘Am the usual me.’

Her in laws asked,
Why are you quiet?
She said, ‘I am tired.’

Her parents asked,
Do you need something?
She said, ‘just love me like you do.’

Her friends asked,
Do you want to share something?
She said, ‘I miss being with you all.’

Her love asked,
What’s wrong babe?
She broke in his arms and said, “I miss myself”

Shruti Abhishek Shetty

Monsoon – a reason to smile :)

Monsoon brings back the memories that had played a vital role in life. Every season has its memories but monsoon one’s are special. Monsoon awakens the mood and enlightens the soul. Favoritism in each of songs, travel destination, umbrella, person – all fill up the mind with immense happiness.

Monsoon engraves your soul into the essence of love. That too more, if your story began in this beautiful season of love. Monsoon energizes the creative mind, to create beauties of its kind. Want for food and love for passion is given a push from the back seat.

Monsoon winds calm down the atmosphere and the mind too. Traces of tranquility is spread all over. Monsoon gives you a pond made of puddle, so you know how to cross this hurdle. There wait many for months across the globe to feel the beautiful season.

Shruti Abhishek Shetty