Love Story

Yes they finally met   

But the moment never happened

And they never kissed

All the love that was
Only in my head

Adventure is out there, waiting for you!

It is hard to take a decision just like that…

When you know-not where you are headed to and what path you’ve to walk…

When you hear the future beckon you far in the distance

And you’re ready to toss the comfort of the zone you’ve since-forever been-in

When the calling is strong
And others say: Hey! What's wrong?

But the gut won’t shut

And the whispers of new dreams would clutter your head

Then you must give in

And give your belief a chance

While doubts mutter

Allow courage to take a stance

I know it’s hard to let go

To leave behind the grounds you’ve worked on for so long

Snapping all the strings won’t be easy

Apprehensions like butterflies in your tummy would make you a little dizzy

But you must move on

With head held high and dreams of a new life

Flap your wings to freedom

Because adventure is out there, waiting for you!

Panic Meter

I can hear the bells of change ring at a distance

I can sense a whirlwind in by belly

My mind’s been fox-trotting

Raising the mercury of my panic meter a nano-bit

Every now and then  

Poetry Prompts!

Prompts excite creativity. They ignite the fire of a dreamy-eyed weaver. The stoned thoughts are soon set to roll. Fantasies get fins that let you swim to the depths of the zones un-ventured. Triggered by a similar challenge on twitter by fieryverse, came along two new #micropoetry

Stained hands

Urging to sin

Squelching hope

Lecherous for the kill.  

#fieryverse #firstattempt #micropoetry #stainedhands

He’s on a prowl

With blood stained cruel hands

Lust will stab love, deep

#fieryverse #haiku #micropoetry #stainedhands    

    

Happy International Dance Day!

Pumping, thumping, racing, tapping, swaying, jumping and grooving. My soul compels my body to plunge into the celebration of life called dance. Each time the music plays (within or outside), the dancer within rises to loosen all apprehensions and snap the strings that bounds me. I rejoice everything I am, and I am not, when I dance. It is when I dance, I get to meet the unseen, real and raw me, who loves just going with the rhythm. I feel every beat with my heart pounding out and making each breath precious to keep it going. I stretch and squeeze, fall and rise, move in all directions and express feelings that lie locked within. Dear Dance, you bring the performer out in me with a faith that ensures creativity is unlimited.

While they say dance like nobody is watching you, I rather believe that when I dance, the world must watch me in jubilation. Happy International Dance Day!

LEARNING EN ROUTE THE SANDS OF TIME

Wandering without focus in the dessert of desires, I often fall upon the ground to taste the sands of time. Gathering my jolted efforts, I raise my head up again quite quickly. My eyes suffused with liquid dreams of a world so plush. Clutching the grainy-gold and bringing it close to my chipped lips; I blow it gently like my wishful eyelash…

Drops of forgiveness are spilled soon, embracing the phase of learning en route. Darkness and chill of the desert by night is making my spirit numb, but my soul awaits the sun of opportunity to warm it soon, because it’s yet not the end.

The Disconnected Connect

Little time and many distractions have already left 24 hours in a day quite less for us. Being too prone to information in a swipe and just a few taps on our latest gadgets has reduced our attention span to a few seconds. Like the many tabs on our browser screen, several scattered thoughts and wants clog our mind-space. We greed for a little of everything, and the race to achieve it all unknowingly leads us into a relay of display. Check-ins, selfies, posy-pictures, and more of these sociable displays of our oh-so-awesome-life have become a routine and mandatory addiction, which when avoided leaves us attention deprived. More than capturing the essence of the moment spent with your favourite people and preserving a memory in a picture, it appears like a validation of our happening lifestyles. Mindless imitations have distorted the true state of happiness. Our messed up perceptions now project fake expectations that are triggered by looking at other’s social display of their oh-so-awesome-life, which when not met leaves us foiled. Believe it or not we are now living in an unknown state of instant ‘constant comparisons’. These, our virtual acts are becoming the cause of real time rifts in our relationships, also our thought process.

The physical touch has been easily swiped clean by calibrated digital devices. So, a real get together happens after a longer span than a quick group chat. An invite is rather emailed, clicked and whatsapped or an event is created more conveniently than actually being hand delivered. Though we have amassed a lot of friends on social platforms, but when we are low we have no shoulder to cry, no human support but just beeping phone with a feeling of being stuck in a void.  

Though none of us will be against it completely (neither am I), but each of us are both addicted and affected by the same in certain ratio. While these virtual platforms span the distances of different time zones and yet keep us connected and updated about even our acquaintances or not so liked people and distantly related ones too, it yet keeps us disconnected. Which otherwise might be okay, but is changing the definition of relationships and value time spent with your dear ones. Thus, making the whole affair a Disconnected Connect!

UNQUIET

The constant din in her head is maddening, 

Her inside is not at peace, 

She did run away far into woods, 

But the quiet is hard to reach. ‪

But I Think There's More To Me!

But I think I am more, much more than I know of me. Beyond what I think I can ever be. Deep within and under wraps, there lies a little unexplored side to see. Quiet, yet active subconsciously. The masquerade side that plays hide & seek. It sings out loud and stirs a storm, but tough it is to know the words of the song. So I dive in the depths of my thoughts, try and figure out their source. I struggle to trace back the signs, fiddle a little with my soul divine. Listen to the sound it makes, with not ears but my heart, the echoes of which begin to get sparse. I run, jump, walk and bend to see, if it’s hiding in there, beneath. I go all around helplessly. Buzzing with commotion, I become fidgety. Tired and fatigued, I sit down with my head drooping low. Unable to settle the ripping roar, I feel it hurting me and making my inside a little sore. Mood bird now singing a melancholy, it flutters in a higgledy-piggledy state. Soon, salty drops begin to drip. And I begin to reflect. Finally the inside dialogue begins. Cleansing the misunderstandings, pouring out all petty woes of sensitivity; soon I hear the saddened me speak out to me merrily. Yes I am happy, but I still think, there’s more to me.   
    

Midnight Creativity & Inspiration!

Art & craft classes from school times have had a deep impact on how I looked at things. It was such an achievement when we were taught to recreate and make useable and interesting material out of the old, outdated and the crap. Since then 'Creativity' had me awed. Throwing or parting with things that they called waste, soon became complicated for me. I began looking at the no-more-of-any-use stuff with a different perspective, the perspective of recreation, the perspective of repurpose, the perspective of remission or say the perspective of being reborn from the ashes.

Last night, after a several years, I finally found time from my no-time-for-real-recreation-life; kept myself away from drifting into virtual world yet again, and finally wrapped 2 cardboard boxes with plain white side of torn shopping bags. These became trays to organize by stuff in my drawer. But what happened next was even more fulfilling. It was like, "Nothing creates like creativity" or should I rephrase it by saying " Creativity begets creativity". And aah! so fulfilling and inspiring two quotes, as if the reused boxes enlightened me to come up with some words of wisdom:

"If I can find a new opportunity for just being good at the only thing I can do, imagine the kind of treasure you can discover with your many capabilities."

"Leading a recycled life of being useful is worthier than being a useless piece of junk."