Family beyond home

Living here, away from home n alone, I miss my parents, brother….. but here too, I have a family... a family beyond home… family of my friends!!!

We all are away from home, live alone, for our work… and our own lives… we have our own place in the world and still we all miss that touch of home… so we have created a home away from home….. we love each other, care for each other, pester others to take food on time, to come home on time…. We share our days, our secrets…. If some one goes out, we miss them too...

Isn’t it a home?.... we were not born in the same family, but somehow we are a family…!!!.... destiny has brought us together… our jobs, our apartments or simply friends of friends….. but we are a family…. J

But that’s not all…..

There’s another family too….. the virtual family….the unseen friends, who are so much into our lives all the time… we speak to them all day and we speak our hearts out…. We share with them, that we couldn’t with anyone else…. So they too are too close to us… we know them, know them so well… yet, may be we have never met… so, can anyone question this trust and friendship?... and say its not true?.....

No, I have made best of my friends like this…. I have found my soul mates like this… this may be virtual to the world, but its real to me…. I live there….

Alone and away from home, they are my family… who I live with.

A thought about a thought

A thought is a plant,
Whose seed creates out of experience
And is planted in your mind.
It penetrates deep and germinates there.
Slowly when it breaks open,
It is small and tender and fresh and green.
Then you water and nurture it,
With your own “can be” ‘s and “cannot be” ‘s.
And it grows, grows into a tree.
Spreads its branches all over you
And then, then it gives the fruit.
Which is the sweetest
Because its yours, only yours

The fruit: its colour, its content, its smell
Is all yours.
It is what you are.
It is what you have grown
And you have made.

So the thought about the thought is the thought,
That a thought is only a thought,
Which is thought, very thoughtfully.
And which is brought up by you,
Along with the air, water and sunlight,
Which are external.
Still the thought is yours
And it belongs only to you.

This is only a thought.