Old souls have seen many lifetimes.
And have lived on land and sea,
Old souls understand Life more
the sadness, the anger the grief
Fancy cars, Designer Labels, Tech trends
And the Ladder
Isn’t of much importance
Old souls want just one thing
And that’s never to be reborn
Human existence just tires them
From being here too long
Their souls cry to mingle with a myriad of lights
Sprinkling sparkling coloured beams
Somewhere beyond the night.
So how do you tell an old soul?
Just look into their eyes.
If you see the deep deep ocean
Or a teardrop that stays
You know you’ve met an old gold soul
Who’s waiting for a flight.
Copyright Mita Bhan. All Rights Reserved.
Father parked the car, put his hand in his wallet and handed the young girl some coins.
“Go, give it to the shopkeeper and tell him it’s from me”
The young girl looked at him quizzically.
“I owed him the change from last week”, he explained.
As she took the coins she asked.
“But it’s only change Father, you don’t need to return it”
A solemn expression came over her father and for a second, he looked like someone from the black and white photographs she had seen in the family albums.
“Return whatever you owe others. Even if it’s a few coins or a few hundred thousand notes. If you can’t return all of it, start returning what you can, regularly, until the debt is cleared”
His voice sounded different, a hundred years old.
She shrugged her shoulders playfully, “What if I forget to return the money?”
“Then don’t ever be in a position where you need to borrow money.
The only person who can forget is the one who lends you the money, and that too, if he chooses”
The girl stepped out of the car and walked into the shop. There were sweets and stickers hanging from shelves at the entrance, she knew this shop well, her parents bought a lot of their daily essentials from here. The old shopkeeper smiled and she extended her hand carefully dropping the coins into his palm. He smiled and reached out for some strawberry candy, her favourite!
As she skipped back to the car, her father grabbed the candy and quickly popped some in his mouth. The shopkeeper heard their laughter and sighed happily.
Copyright Mita Bhan. All Rights Reserved
Life’s too short to ignore our dreams.
Most of us fritter our energies on everything but what our soul tells us to do for our own peace.
Most of us lack courage to take that step. We fear what lies ahead, what if. But when we do take that step, there is no looking back. Opportunities come from everywhere, things naturally fall into place and we find ourselves more in tune with our life purpose and so much more at peace.
Image courtesy of Justin Rabindra, who quit the corporate world to follow his dreams to become a professional photographer. For more glimpses of his unique style of work, visit www.justinrabindra.com
Justin Rabindra quit the corporate world to follow his dreams to become a professional photographer. For more glimpses of his unique style of work, visit www.justinrabindra.com
“A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever” – John Keats
What’s the most beautiful thing that’s around you right now?
When I received this delightful picture of what my friend Moon sees outside her window, I looked around me.
My eye caught so many beautiful paintings and crystals on the shelves and on the walls. But it rested on a faded picture of my parents singing together for the first time in front of the mike. They look so gorgeous and happy! Dad’s grinning shyly behind the mike while Mom is beaming at the audience – a group of her club mates.
Truly, instant joy forever.
For the whole poem by John Keats, check out http://www.online-literature.com/donne/463/