Imagine a life full of natural reflections!

Emotions are colours of life,

Devotions are favours for life,

Thoughts are food for life,

Love is your life.



Imagine if your life is without colours,

Imagine if your life is without such favours,

Imagine if you have nothing to think,

Your life would be like a ship about to sink…



Life is like a game,

Where you cannot be a sole player,

Even if you have good name and fame,

You would be in some way a loser…



Imagine your life without that true love,

The love without that artificial glamour,

Imagine your life with the peace of dove,

Which has the real contended armour…



Life is really lame,

If you do not have the same,

Whatever material possessions you have,

Whatever pictorial applications you catch…





Imagine your life without that honest affection,

Where people are not just governed by traditions,

Or run after modern trends or fashions,

Where people know there needs and actions…



Life is really beautiful,

If you catch your attention…

Life is really wonderful,

If you know your own captions…



Imagine the life with the glamour,

Be it money, name or fame,

Imagine the life full of favors,

When you have all on your name…



Life is really appears successful,

But this success is fake,

As your plate is plentiful,

And you do not know when this will shake…



Imagine your life when your luck is at stake,

Imagine the life when even a buck shakes,

Imagine your life when you are really awake,

From these worldly games of name and fame…







Life speaks out the truth,

Who all really care for you…

People who used to share their food,

Will just try to run away from you…



Imagine a relationship,

Regardless of conditions,

Imagine a courtship,

Devoid of traditions…



Life is like a flower,

Wanting to bloom,

Beyond the flavour,

Of selfishness to gloom…



Imagine a pure heart,

Without the glamorous shirt,

Imagine a cure from tart,

Where you are just heard…



Without any condition,

Without any tradition,

Without any artificial smiles,

Without any traditional files…







Imagine a life free from those flavours,

Having the sweet fragrance of beautiful flowers,

Imagine the life where you are generous to give,

Having nothing like treacherous to not to let you live…



Where life is life is free bird,

Where you are not churned like a curd,

Where your own do not treat you like a herd,

And your loved ones do not make you a surd,



Imagine a life without false allegations,

Where there are no useless translations,

Imagine a life without those traditions

Where you are not blamed for your character assassinations,



Where the people do not take guarantee of their perfections,

Where people do not challenge to curb the situations,

Where trying to be worldly wise and maintaining their traditions,

Loved ones do not use or misuse their apparently near ones for extraditions…



Imagine a life as tender,

As a fresh flower,

Where you can grow,

And no one raises eyebrows…







Where the people do not try to control,

When you make your own decisions,

Where there are no fake promises,

To keep you silent and then again change your directions…



Imagine a life away from this forceful boundations,

Where there is a policy of live and let live,

Imagine a life full of healthy creations,

Where there is a charity worth for needy lives…



Where mothers just do not protect their kids,

But also correct them and shape their future,

Where parents just are not connect to their lovely children bids,

And leave others in unsheltered showers…



Imagine a life with such colours,

Where a smile is led for fragrant flowers…

Softness are not misused in vain,

To kill true tender love for their own gain….



Where the society does not weigh with money or pity,

Where there is just words are not honey or witty,

Where there is an evidence of true affections,

With some of the life’s natural reflections….



-Dr Smita Pandey Bhat

Love and expectations- All are like a Mirage

You say some people love you,
True –until you pay a great price for it,
You feel people care for you,
True- until they feel that you could give them endlessly,
You say that people support you,
True –until you think that way
World is there for you
True-until you are happy,
Things look bright,
True until you see that way,
But there is a big but,
When you need somebody,
Then they are really busy,
In something much more important…
When you want to talk to somebody…
They really feel irritated because you look irritable…
If they need you and you are always there for them…
But there is a big but…
Can you be the same again…
With them…
Pouring your heart and flesh for them…
It is up to you to decide…
For me I can’t stand for them…
For me relations could not be buyed…
And for me then those promises were lies…
Of course, everything is false in this world…
No one would stand for you…
If you do not have money in your hand…
Nobody would treat you like a friend…
If you do not have some material possessions in your bank,
People would give you love and wishes full of tank,
If you just tell them that all these possessions are like a sand….
They will laugh on you and say that you are mad…
That is the truth that when you are sad…
They forget your past deeds…
For past is meant to be forgotten…
And whenever your present is rotten…
And you compare it with past…
It is that your breath cannot cast…
And even that cannot last…
For no one can understand you,
As you yourself can…
For no one can stand for you…
So as yourself for you…
And only few can join your band…
If you treat this material possessions …
As houses of sand…
How much name and fame you have…
Life’s is never the same in its game…
Table may turn over anytime…
And no one is blind…
Things never remain the same …
For even the luckiest person on this earth…
Even this name and fame ends…
When your life’s game end…
People take out some processions…
Just take out some tears…
But you know that you have no fears…
If you do not expect anything from this world…
As this whole world is like mirage…
And their expectations from is like a garage…
But if you ask something for your help…
No one would like to talk to you even for a second…
But you know nature never speaks its woes…
Mother earth never cries on her foes…
So be your friend and gain all that
Beyond anyone’s expectations
That is the greatest talent…
Greatest gift of nature
Without expectations from others…
You have not to bother
And then you are your family and friend
You are your own support…
Needs none to defend…
If you want to thank someone…
Think about nature…
None thanks her…
She does not expect the same…
So life is a game…
Where you come alone leave alone
Perishes with some name and fame
To be forgotten soon
But mother earth open arms
Take all your woes…
Protects from your foes..
She is evergreen and everlasting…
Then why to bother about worldly mothers or fathers…
Why to bother about this perishable relations…
In terms of spouses, sisters or brothers…
Whe nature has given this everlasting creations…


- Dr Smita Pandey Bhat