Seenia's thoughts

  Two roads diverged in a yellow wood....... . I didn't know which to go by, For the passers by warned me to try. . I wanted to go the other way, Where world didn't give much say. . It meant being alone in woods far alone, Though the chirpy birds made me sure of my song. . I sat by the side and gave it a thought, For it was only "one" who could help and that was my heart ! . And my heart jumped to give me a beat, It was the road less travelled it wanted me to lead ! . Trusting my worth, leaving world aside, I took my step to the unusual, it was towards right ! . What Robert Frost once said in my literature book now made all sense, . "I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." ♥️ . - Seenia (15 Dec, 2019)

  "इन महलों ने हर बार एक सुकून फ़रमाया!" . . . उस झूमर के मोती से लेकर, . बगीचे में खिलते रंग बिरंगे फूलों तक.. . वो फवारे की खुशबू से, . आलिशान ख्यालों तक.. . बचपन से ढूंढा और हमेशा अनोखा ही पाया, . इन महलों ने हर बार एक सुकून फ़रमाया ! . कई रहस्य कई राज़ शायद रहे होंगे इनमें, . इन नक्काशियों की राह में उलझना काफी सुलझा हुआ पाया ! . शायद आज की दौड़ में ज़िन्दगी आलिशान होकर भी  सादी है. . पर इन महलों के दरवाज़ों से गुज़रना आज भी उस एहसास के लिए  काफी है ! . "बचपन से ढूंढा और हमेशा अनोखा ही पाया, . इन महलों ने हर बार एक सुकून फ़रमाया! "❤️ . . . - सीनिया

  With a cup of tea on my table, And a book in my hand stable ! . And the curtains spread apart , With the window opening to God's art ! . My notepad speaking to my pen on the right, My eyes looking out finding thoughts to  write ! . Sun dancing in the pillow of clouds around, And with the chirping of birds the only sound ! . And the breeze being welcomed by swaying flowers, The aroma of daisy fresh for hours ! . O my dear ! If there could be a wishing well ,  This little world of mine to be real would be the only thing I'll tell ! ❤️ . (Thoughts in aura of Accounting Standards ⛄)

Oh! A drop of rain on my chin….oh it has started raining again, amidst the rising rays of Sun, as it tries to raise itself amongst the cushion of clouds. My Tricolor stands straight in front of my eyes, proud in its magnificence, the soil drenched in rain, adds to this aura. I can hear the chants of morning aarti at Hanuman Mandir, and the melody of Azaan from the Masjid Janpath Market, with the church bells ringing from Sacred Heart Cathedral, and the fragrance of Kadah Prasad being cooked amidst the Ardaas from Shri Bangla Sahib Ji. My white luster gets polished in this piousness, and sparkles as the rays arise. Oh there, Little Raju is up already, he had a good sleep in my embrace last night, was quite sad yesterday after he lost his 10 rupee note. He is also mesmerized looking at my magnificence in this beautiful phenomenon. Oh, I start feeling the tickles now, my children are rising, rising to a new day, waking up to life, to make me alive again! I am Connaught Place, standing her...