Look, I am out of the gloom

Illustration by Hitesh Panchal 

Slowly and serenely, I feel each drop of the rain,

Creating new sensations, in the fluid that runs in my vein.

The season of honesty, commitment and love,

The season for harmony and innocence, which is seen in a dove.

In this rain of change, petals of every flower will bloom,

My heart wants to shout out, look, I am out of the gloom.

There were clouds of darkness, on every patch of the sky,

Not even a single ray of hope, to take away my sigh.

Tumbling and crumbling on my own stones of sorrow,

Time justified its beauty, by giving directions for a brighter morrow.

Suddenly from the hurricane, appeared a rainbow,

Dissolving all my pains and worries, it gifted me joy and glow.

In this rain of change, petals of every flower will bloom,

My heart is relived, look; I am out of the gloom.

Previously I was frightened to see the new avenues,

However, life blessed me with hope, to see it in beautiful views.

Patience, persistence and every ability is tested,

Every drop of tear you shed, is your priceless energy wasted.

There is now new destination, for what I am may,

Even if everything scatters, I will not leave my way.

In this rain of change, petals of every flower will bloom,

Crossing new milestones, look, I am out of the gloom.

-‘Panchi’ Panchal Hitesh D.

  

The Fern and the Bamboo

A very inspiring story I came across my life expedition, please read and understand its depth.

One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality...

I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.

“God”, I said. “Can you give me one good reason not to quit?”

His answer surprised me. “Look around”, He said. “Do you see the fern and the bamboo?”

“Yes”, I replied. “When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.

I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth.

Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.

But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.

And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.

In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed.

But I would not quit. The same in year four.

Then in the fifth year, a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.

Compared to the fern, it was seemingly small and insignificant.

But just six months later, the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.

It had spent the five years growing roots.

Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.

I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle.

“Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots?

I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you.

“Don’t compare yourself to others.” He said. “The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern.

Yet they both make the forest beautiful. Your time will come”, God said to me.

“You will rise high.” “How high should I rise?” I asked.

“How high will the bamboo rise?” He asked in return.

“As high as it can?” I questioned. “Yes.”

He said, “Give me glory by rising as high as you can.”

I left the forest, realizing that God will never give up on me.

And He will never give up on you.

Never regret a day in your life.

Good days give you happiness; bad days give you experiences; both are essential to life.

Serenity isn’t freedom from the storm, but peace within the storm.

- Annonymous (please mail on panchalhitesh21@gmail.com incase of any source revelation)

Dawn

illustration by 'Panchal Hitesh'

Get up from your despair, a new flair for you awaits,

get on your toes, for enough on knees, the new destination still waits.

Enough of trauma, that you silently handled,

time to rise, for, in you the art of love is kindled.

As true as, without your permission no one can hurt you,

so is it, you are the painter of your life’s own hue.

Colour your dreams with best you ever get,

for you are the designer of your own life’s set.

When you feel shattered ,stick yourself with sympathy,

But don’t compromise your goals as life gives no scope of empathy.

when you see only darkness in you life’s most beautiful lawn,

Remember one thing my friend, after  night rises the brightest dawn   

                                                                -‘Panchi’ Panchal Hitesh 

What is Priceless ?

Illustration by 'Panchal Hitesh'

what is priceless?

If the world seems ruthless,

if you feel being so useless,

remember, something in you is really priceless

You may feel the worse flowing in you,

you may also feel pains, are stuck with glue,

if you feel being so useless ,

remember, something in you is really priceless.

Lonely sometimes, you may feel so low,

you may be shot, with life’s dangerous arrow,

If you feel being so useless,

remember, something in you is really priceless.

Turns will also come in your life,

 betraying sadness, disguised as happiness will stab a knife.

If you feel being so useless,

remember, something in you is really priceless.

What ever worst may be the situation,

even if life leaves you in worn condition,

If you feel being so useless,

remember, the courage in you is what is priceless.

                                                   -‘Panchi’ Panchal Hitesh D.  

To move on ...

illustration by 'Panchal Hitesh'

After a storm of dark cloud,

penetrated the ray of light so loud.

Every hidden and frightened creature in the mist,

came out in the light with a tight fist.

Darkness surrounded the world with a stormy bow,

after this heart throbbing hurricane, appeared a rainbow.

When in a severe condition everyone lost their hope,

maybe it was destined, as our god didn’t wanted us to elope.

The world is his garden, where flowers bloom of every kind,

even in the dilapidated, he shall never break the bind.

The amount of trust we keep in fear, is the reason to our fate,

let us give him little attention, he only requires our faith.

Similarly can I say, how much can one endure in his past,

get up on your toes as nothing in this world last. 

Be it good, bad or happiness and frown,

the signature of life always reads "to move on".

  

                                                       -‘panchi’ Panchal Hitesh D. 

Incomplete...

image by Hitesh Panchal

Distance is destiny, yet my love is internal,

The feelings I have, I wish they weren’t eternal.

Came away from you, still the heart begs your shelter,

All your memories make me wonder, will this phase ever alter.

Loneliness only befriends me, for you are out of sight,

Why did you go away? When you knew your love was my ray of light.

Being amid a thousand, still lonely do I feel,

How can I explain to you, you are the soul to my perpetual zeal.

I can fight the whole world for your little, yet most precious smile,

I tried but could not separate, for your company makes my life worthwhile.

Tired of this world, which ponders about me, and make terrible sighs,

The world was never worthy, apart from your fascinating eyes.

Like the tempest in its cruel form, sabotaged nature’s lit,

Love is not love and life is not worthy, your absence makes them incomplete…   

      

                                                                         -'Panchi' Panchal Hitesh D.

Shrek and Fiona

photo courtesy - Manmath Matondkar

Don't cry my dad, for your single tear is as deep as ocean of love,
Don't cry my mom, for your care is as pure as a dove.
Don't cry my brothers, as your company is all I ever require,
Don't cry my sisters, as your memories are all that I can aquire. 
Today I am not going to a new house, as it was destined to be my own home,
I will also receive the same love, from his mom and dad under the soothing dome.
I thank the heaven, its keeper and its lord,
For giving me a family which is like god.
Today i promise nothing will change at all
As to love, care, accompany and cherrish everything, my soulmate will stand tall.
My loved ones, you have not just given a daughter with charisma and corona,
How can i explain you, you gifted shrek his fiona...

                                                                   -'panchi'Panchal Hitesh D.