When the sun ascends in the horizon !
When working on cement and bricks,
When they mix and match that mixture,
The People who are doing construction work,
By planning financing, designing, constructing and maintaining it,
Between owners and laborers!
They have certain goals in their mind,
In which direction...... where....when?,
When the accuracy of each measurements is checked,
There is some fulfilment in its depths,
As long as the light sunshine turns golden,
The soft touch of the light wind travels from the cold to the hardness of the sweat...,
There...that laborious completion is a home!,

Or any other building,
When they have to carry bricks,
When they have to move Sand,
When they have to make a mixture of a cement and sand,
On the shoulders of those who carry it,
A beautiful house', though magically in their minds,
When it becomes a dream come true',lt has an divine beauty,
When it comes to a field of activity,
It has a fullness of accuracy,
When all these are included,
It is more than just a job,
In Its rigidity.....in its simplicity,
A house is being built !

A dream of a builder is not complete there,
They are conscious and aware of good and bad effects of the people living there,
Their future and the present,
Every step he takes for that is to take care of the well being of the occupant,
Thus his goal and the resident's dream come true,
When put one brick on top of another along with cement,
It can be a word of consolation between dreadful events,
In related relief processes, in order to accept another event to empower It,
To keep this rhythm of life from falling apart,
Is It like adding like a touch of caring for love,
Those who carefully build boundaries,
Those who do not set boundaries for desires,
Those who know the severity of adversity,
Those who want to gain the morals to bear it,
Those who build houses without ruptures !
Those who are broken in the ruptures of life !
Both are reconciled!

Big houses..... Small houses or building,
The wings given to the big desires
within it,
Those colourful winged journeys,
The vicious ways of travelling and the unrighteous ways adopted to overcome the vicissitudes on the way,
The goals reached through it,
The steps that embody the essence of the magic world... the stones !
Gardens built above.......of love.... care,
of confidence...-of passion.... of peace... of righteousness .... of good words,
The flowers...the colours of flowers...its fragrance....',
It is the scent that spreads everywhere,
Everything is ethereal !
Step that do not neglect the essence of Outer World !... the stones,
One can choose any kind of these stones for building one's own life,
A real life sculptor !
Time is the stage for it,
The life which one build with such stones of good intentions,
Which give protection to one;
From the miseries of life!
From harmful diseases!
From the tragedies of life !

When working in the sun and standing firm in the rain,
Do not cause to work in the rain,
He silently prays that it will not fall off in the acute weather....wearing a tight hat and dress accordingly,
People who build self-contained land responsible for building and self defense from disasters,
A house.....which provides shelter from the rain, wind-
And can withstand many other dangers of seeking relief from everything;
While they involved in modifying it with dedication;
There arise buildings of various shape, size....artistcally !
By gaining a cool movement of air !
To warm up the lives inside !
If it were only joy ,excitment, love, adoration , quietitude, solace and admiration ........,
which would have been dissolved and emerge in all their creations...... in all their designs !!!



© Uma.V.S