Grateful By Ketaki S. Vaidya

My mind is a perfect search engine geek It always finds what I seek When I look for a beauty in my mirror  It shows me a princess with no fashion error But when I look for flaws in my face It shows me thousands with all the grace When my mind seeks for nature I find it with awe in the smallest creature And When I look for discomfort outdoor I find thorny realities on the earth's floor When I try to find nice and kind friend I can count so many and there won't be any end Same is true for mean and wicked chaps I can find rudeness in every person perhaps My mind is a perfect search engine geek It always finds what I seek When I seek with the right attitude I always find endless things to show my gratitude 

When I pray  I wonder where will it go I have sent it  But will He know? When I pray  One thing is for sure It soothes my mind And drives away my fear  When I pray  Will I have any gain? But I lose something I lose my pain When I pray I don’t know what I get But it always changes My rigid mind set When I pray I learn to let go The blame on others And unnecessary ego When I pray  I feel no need to dope Life embraces me With all new hope When I pray  I might not learn a new lesson But I definitely turn Into a calm person.

She had her own bucket list as most optimists do. She wanted to travel, she wanted to have peace with many things of life, she wanted to have a good saving, she wanted to shop certain things. Her bucket list was not very big but was important to her. It kept her going. It kept her motivated.  Slowly life started becoming difficult. There were certain struggles. This kept her occupied most of the times. The bucket list stayed all alone in the unknown and neglected corner of her mind.  She had her quiet moments sneaked out from the daily chaos. During such moments she visited this neglected corner of her mind. She found the bucket list lying there. Unnoticed. Hopelessly waiting for attention. The list that made her motivated once, made her sad now. The divergence of life had brought her to such a place where she had to dump the bucket list in the attic.  The days kept passing. She got tangeled into the routine. At her quiet moments she just consoled herself lo...