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May be it doesn’t matter anymore.

It’s all, about you.
So many sad eyes on happy faces.

Why are you allowing to wither in your self?
Do you still have those bits and pieces of who you were?
I believe, they are yours.

Because you let fairy tales; you grew up reading in books, to be true.
The whole point of being with someone is so you can talk your heart out with them, without feeling being judged, who smiles at your best and stays with you at your worst.

But may be you’re too late.
You no more know how to talk.

May be it doesn’t matter anymore.
I’ve seen it through you.
You held it long enough to let go.
Stop holding those bits and pieces
of where you no longer belong.

Close your eyes to old ends
and open your heart,
to new beginnings.

You are brave, you know;
I’ve seen you dance
through the flames that ramble against you
when you set yourself
on fire.

You’re kind, you know;
I’ve seen you soothe those
who never bothered
to know
the ache inside you.

You’re more, you know;
more than this,
more than you ever were,
more than anyone could ever be.

You’re made up of thunder, fireworks and sunlight.
So, rise like the sun, and burn.

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Soulful Travel

Wanderlust
(n.) An irresistible desire to travel to understand one’s very existence

Why do you travel?
Yes, I travel.
To follow the echo,
Of millions of souls I pass by.

Don’t you travel?
We all do.
To soothe the longing ache,
Of your never ending wanderlust.

Day after day, day after day,
To cross seas and rivers
To see the majestic ocean,
Lying idle on the face of earth,
As if admiring the sky.

We bump each other.
Cross paths,
Heading to the same place,
But taking different routes.

Beautiful memories. Summers. Winters.
Grand feasts, gaily dances.
Weaving together, the tapestry of life.
Painting together, the kaleidoscope of sky.

Creating harmonious symphonies,
We leave our shadows behind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep.
~Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken

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And, Did you ever smell a memory?
If no check this blog post and many more!

Did you ever smell a memory? Well, I did.

Did you ever smell a memory?

Like when someone passes by
Or a gush of wind hits your face
Like when someone hits the right chord right there
Or an old song that you hear by the radio.

Like when someone brews the morning coffee
Or the sound of the leaves flowing through the gusty wind.
Like when someone opens your inner closet
Or you go through the pages of a really old novel

And the scent it left just reminds you
of something.

People, places and memories.
You can’t even remember now.
Somehow it makes you so happy
Somehow it makes you feel connected
Somehow it ushers a new you in you.
A smile.

Next thing you know,
You’ve been searching your mind palace
Opening doors of past,
Peeping through each of those windows.
Trying to find that specific scent.
Like a whisper among infinite noises!

And sometimes you find that forgotten smell sometimes you don’t.
But you got to live that moment.
Every bit of it, like forever.

That’s called nostalgia friends! A forgotten dream or the first poem you ever loved!

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Last Christmas

Last Christmas,
When you rambled through my mind,
You left imprints on my soul.
You bruised your knee, climbing through the fence.

The gate was open.
The bells ringed the hymns of heaven.
And you wanted to leave flowers by the door.
And your light lanterned through my spine.
Left glowing hair.

Your spring bouquet was in bits
And scattered across the neighbour’s yard.
And then the colours of winters abducted my vision.
The sweet smell of the snow fall,
Cleared my crowded mind.
Coloured leaves crackled below my glistening path
The crisp air and warm shadows,
Wrapping it’s breathe around,
Captivated my senses again and again.

I baked you a cake.
With the scintillating almonds.
And the juicy orange pellets.
And the strawberry crumbs.
And the left over from pudding,
I had last night.

“You asked, is there enough in my garden for you?”
Or I should fill you along, for which I longed for forever?

Within me, you are tangled
As the butterfly, entangled within the cocoon.
As the roots, stay close to moist mud.
As the sun, basking in the moonlight. 

A rainstorm. I was scared.
I was scared that I would lose all the rain, that I carried.
All the rain that did exist. Or may be not.

But the scent it left thereafter.
I realized I had it all. In me. The clouds.
The ones who could not stand,
Being away from the earth any longer, poured down.

To feel the mud once again.
Because they were too tired to float.

The rain orchestered through the winds.
We danced all night. 
Swam in the sea, holding hands up to the sky.

And I paused, and believed you would too.
And you did.
All was calm.
All was bright.

 

After all no one’s never too old for fairy tales.
This christmas has been more than special. I’ll share the story soon.
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Do you write stories?

Do you write stories?

Here you own everything that happens to you.
You, your life, your stories.

Want to write one?
So, phrase by phrase.
Add some rain. And it’s smell.
Would you mind adding some noise? Some whispers?
Some glitter of her eyes.

You like sour? You like sweet?
So add some lemony tang or a martini twist.
Some tears. Especially the salty ones!
Some broken strands of hair.
That time in your mother’s lap! ❤
Never ending hugs. Or that gentle kiss?

Won’t you write about those giggles? That laughter.
All that wait and longing.
Some love. Some emptiness?

People, places and memories. Remember some?
Were there any worth writing for?
What were the best things that happened to you in your journey?
And don’t forget write about how it started.

All it needs to wait and see how the story ends.
Or may be it’s not about the ending.
Happy, or sad.
May be it’s about the story. 

After all at the end, we all are just stories.

 

Do write one. Start today 🙂 In other words I mean, life is short and is meant for living, live it to the fullest. Gather as much memories you can and create a beautiful tale. Do share if you like! and follow the blog for more posts, plus check previous ones, you gonna like them.

A ThankYou Note

“Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

On this thanksgiving what I sent my near and dear ones! let me share with you guys. 😉

A TOAST!

To new beginnings.
in fear and faith.
in gratitude to whirling morrows.

To the change.
in acceptance and ignorance.
in a belief that everyday can’t be good,
but something good happens everyday!

To Hope.
in making things happen.
in feelin’ being home!
for smile is the perfect solution for all problems.
Celebrating friendships,
not for a day.
but for ever!

Cheerio!

Yes, friendship is all about caring about each other, telling not what you want them to listen but what they need to listen. And thus getting pychos together! I always say ” Let’s waste time, Chasing cars” 😉 Friends Forever ❤ I have written more about friendship, do check my earlier posts, Handle with care and Yawning Connections.

May be it’s not about the happy ending.
It’s about the story that matters.
Thanks for being there.
Thank You for everything!

Another thing, your shopping season is on and are you ready with your list? Want to know what no one told you about shopping and lifegoals?

Ciao

Did you ever smell a memory?

Did you ever smell a memory?

Like when someone passes by
Or a gush of wind hits your face
Like when someone hits the right chord right there
Or an old song that you hear by the radio.

Like when someone brews the morning coffee
Or the sound of the leaves flowing through the gusty wind.
Like when someone opens your inner closet
Or you go through the pages of a really old novel

And the scent it left just reminds you
of something.

People, places and memories.
You can’t even remember now.
Somehow it makes you so happy
Somehow it makes you feel connected
Somehow it ushers a new you in you.
A smile.

Next thing you know,
You’ve been searching your mind palace
Opening doors of past,
Peeping through each of those windows.
Trying to find that specific scent.
Like a whisper among infinite noises!

And sometimes you find that forgotten smell sometimes you don’t.
But you got to live that moment.
Every bit of it, like forever.

That’s called nostalgia friends! A forgotten dream or the first poem you ever loved!

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Life

This time I am here to share with you some emotions through poetry.

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Canvas

It’s been a long while.

The artist has been painting snapshots from life.
To our surprise, the artist is struck somewhere.

“Everyday I get a new response,
A view from another direction.
I don’t know it’s your mind, soul, heart or you itself.”

It’s changing like seasons.
Everyday a new color added to the canvas!
This leaves the artist with questions, to which she can’t find answers.

“I keep sketching the portrait, started a year ago…”, she said.
Haven’t erased a stroke yet, but adding fresh ones.
Searching for coherency, searching for that familiar face.

The hues are scattered, the corona is spotless.
The picture seems to be muddled in itself.

“Why do you do this!?
Can’t it be more simple?”

This was a poem depicting emotions of an individual who’s trapped
within his or her conscience between right and wrong.
Then a girl came up, listen to what she felt.

She wanted to speak out loud his name to the mountains and hear it back forever.
At least they would reply her back with the same passion.

Let me narrate her story for you.

The Warrior’s Symphony

Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in the countryside,
who had the most winning smile in the entire kingdom.
and the great warrior of warriors, a man.
whose stories of great victories muffled through the kingdom folks.

They past across hundreds of time,
sharing glances or pleasantries.
The girl admired the warrior for his unmatching skills.
For her father was a valiant warrior once.
One day she expressed if she could learn the same.

A season passed, the warrior returned to the land searching for a soldier.
And asked the brave if she wished to learn the art of victory.

She hesitated but it all began.
Now what happened, she sings here aloud.

The warrior taught her to stand alone..
Stand upon the battlefield,
To fight alone,
To face the enemy,
To be her comrade!

Time travels, things change..

“When I listen to his music, it feels like I am listening to my dreams.
Everyday. I wait for you, to come and knock. and teach me the art!
and sit and chat and scribble and laugh and giggle.
To know you it feels I am getting, a glance through myself.
When you go, I feel sheer emptiness.”

This strange feeling she can’t share with him.
When she gets annoyed with everyother person in this world.
Kith and kin can’t unveil her smile.
She makes gestures and faces one couldn’t even imagine.
But as the warrior marks his return from the far far lands..
And look into her eyes, and continue with the lesson,

“All I could do is stand and stare.
Forgetting it all.
I see as you move your sword high.
I see as your lips call my name.”

She learns with heart and is mastering the art!
But this all makes her feel something,
which is still unknown to her and him of course.
To which she has no explanations.
And makes her believe that may be there’s something,
Something he’s missing.

Painting her dreams she worries if he’d shatter them all.
What if he thinks her to be a comrade only.
And she mistook as comrade for life.

She calls his name to the winds,
And feel his presence in the sky.
As they fought together over the moistened mud,
leaving the footprints behind.

A story of living happily ever-after she began to weave,
A story of the mystique village of her dreams.
“I am waiting. And that’s all I could do.”

The warrior princess continues to sing the song and play the notes,
in search of her warrior,
in a hope that someday,
she could find him and never let him go.

She was no longer a little girl heart broken about him,
She was a grown women who smiled at it all,
but they were all wet smiles.

Finally what she realized is worth reading!
Let’s have a glance to her letter to the warrior, her mentor.

She writes,

What occurred to me is beyond your imagination

You have been teaching me the skills a warrior should possess for almost a year or so.
But folks ask me why did you chose him to learn there were many other valiant warriors
who were there to guide you girl! They started making a notion of her getting attached to
the warrior emotionally. Then even I asked myself the most obvious question whether
I like you or not, but I didn’t have an obvious answer to it.
Seasons passed, I ignored these feelings and continued with my training.
One day it again occur to me am I going in the right direction? Isn’t this wrong?


She finally came to a conclusion that Life is about sharing happiness!
She was certainly attached to the warrior but it was a divine belonging, not selfish,
it was a relationship between a teacher and a student. People come across our lives,
some leave footprints forever, they are to be held in awe, respected and treasure them
for being there. We want to see them happy, because there we find happiness, without any reason.

10414590_746963628697862_6838341383888667151_nBe happy like a child, for no reason.
If you have reason, you are in trouble.
Because those reasons could be taken away from you.

On a closing note I would like to say feel free to share your emotions, Life’s all about sharing!