the joy..the surrender...

Well..having subtly stepped into the ripples of this vast ocean,letting myself gradually get immersed..as i feel the wetness crawling up on me..all over me...i touch the delicate tranquility..feeling it seeping under my sole..up flooding my toe tips...encircling my ankle;a whiff of fresh air smelling of wet sand and random breeze...my thoughts wander off again...i wonder how a simple change in doing a routine thing...can make it feel so freshly fragrant...

Pouring out my feelings i have done before...sprawling them out onto dated pages of yearly diaries...year after year..each year...but as this year prepares to bud into the next blossom..i find myself opening up...leaping beyond those sealed pages into this canvas which never falls short no matter how many million lives and their moments are painted in every available hue..may it be the grey clouds or the cherry blossoms...the smoky air or the tranquil sky...the barren turf or the sneaking rainbow...a baby's toothless smile..or a grandpa's soft wrinkle...and no matter how many times i blot or splash a bit of me onto this abounding stretch of all encompassing universe...i feel absolute joy...
....the joy from surrendering....from letting this "I" getting lost gradually in these everybodies..feeling connected to one and all...just as i feel...sitting on the seashore...with the tiny waves tickling my feet as i gently silently absorb in huge solace from the vast ocean,hurling out every tiny sorrow pebble in return...or when i find myself free on a horizonless vast stretch of freshly wet green turf beckoning my two feet to spring up and flee around carefree as a child...swirling to any happy tune...or as i stand in open..arms stretched ..each bit of me welcoming..drinking in the pouring drops from the divine land....feeling them slide down me...some rubbing my cheeks...few kissing my lips..many holding my hands......even more playing with the child within.....and each reaching onto my heart...my soul...and beyond..........and as i look around with freshly dripping lashes brushing my eyes....i realize softly.....the beauty of each drop...in its potential of springing up life in every hidden seed........may it be unending stretches of golden mustard flowers or a luscious red apple in the small grip of a smart kiddo...

yea...i realize..this overwhelming potential and hence the astounding beauty lies in each drop..in each of us.....just that we need to keep ourselves reminding.....drops add up to ocean.......and oceans spring up..nurture life.......and make our Mother Earth distinctly different in this fathomless universe...

the first drop...

Hey all..

so there a drop fell at me...n asked me to mingle with the ocean...

and here i am...into this vast ocean of endless names..identities...nationalities...thoughts...dreams...opinions...wishes...

where there's actually no meaning as to what's ur name or mine...who are u n who i am...in so many millions..we r simply nobody...but yet here we are...each of us...gently carving out our own sweet niches...where everyone is welcome...n tat makes us somebody when anothr nobody connects to us and as well becomes a somebody for us...somebody who is perhaps curious to know what we think...or what we are here to share...and then with each such nobody connecting with another...somebodies step into your warm niche and everybody becomes one big family...and this world becomes one sweet home...for one and all...