BELLS ARE CHIMING...




“I will wish you on Christmas,”

He said.

“Wish me now,

Today is Christmas,” I told him.

“Don’t be a fool, my friend;”

He said irritated,

“Every day is not Christmas.”


I did not want to see

My friend irritated

With what I said…

So, I said,

“Yes, friend,

Every day is not Christmas.”


When Christmas comes,

Bells will chime…

Snow will fall…

And, Stars will be bright…

There will be music,

There will be dance…

And, there will be

A never-ending night!


Yes, that is the time,

Someone wants to wish me:

“Merry Christmas!”


Not, NOW!


There is music in my heart…

There is dance in my soul…

The bells are chiming…

The snow is falling…

And, yes, the Stars are bright.

My heart longs to wish,

“Merry Christmas, my friend…

Please, don’t wait.”



GERALD D'CUNHA

THANKS:

The brilliant images used in this Post are by Ashok Ahuja. He is a professional Photographer and a very dear friend of mine. He is also one of the founder members of The Dawn Club, and, along with his gifted-artist wife, Sudha, has been helping me, and the Club, right from its inception.

Comments

Samiksha said…
Yes, Gerald,

When X'MAS comes, we wonder: Where is the music? Where is the dance? Where is the snowfall and where are the bright stars?

25th Dec is only a date!

The celebration is always in the NOW!

This Post is one of the finest writings I have ever come across!

Thank you for such a lovely Cake!

= Samiksha
Gerald D'Cunha said…
Samiksha, you must have heard this:

"Wherever we go, we carry ourselves!"

If we can not be happy 'here', when we reach 'there', we will only wonder: 'WHY?'

Today is Christmas. Let's celebrate!

Thanks for such a lovely comment,

Love, GERALD
Anonymous said…
Sir, liked it a lot...

Thanks, Varun.
Hitesh Luthria said…
Beautifull sir i liked it very much. You are Doin a great job.
Gerald D'Cunha said…
Thanks Varun... Keep reading, keep commenting.

Love, Sir
Gerald D'Cunha said…
Hitesh Thank u. Glad u like my posts...

I need ur encouragement, Hitesh.

Love, Sir

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