Don't count your joys when they blossom :)

A Silhouette of Desires !

Silence lies like a blanket on the darkness of my room....

I can only sense my silhouette sitting in the dark,

Cutting a shape out of the inky black velvet...

The only thing that gives a sense of life is perhaps my own breath.

And the only thing my mind can perceive is the pitter-patter of the raindrops through an open window.

Or is it the throb of my own heart, that is trying to tell a tale...

A flickering desire for someone to come,

And steal it to lands faraway !

To fill the silence with the jingle of the honey-drops

Into which all shapes melt and gain new lustre

That fades all darkness and brightness is strewn everywhere.....

What If.....

Season comes, season goes….Change is the law of nature……once again…..Nature Ahoy !!

Like kernels scattered in the dense thickets and lonely woods,we all flourish to grow into something unique, that adds color to the canopy we proliferate into. Gradually, we become an indistinguishable part of the foliage; lustrous green, dusty brown, crimson red or vibrant yellow….camouflaging each other’s dark spots and wrinkled surfaces.

Soon it becomes home to humming birds and lover drones who invariably think the patchwork as their domicile! Unaware….that one fine day, when the wheels of fortune are set on a roll, with a gust of wind, the canopy, the shade, the shelter would be all gone. And the wandering to search a new home will once more begin !

Likewise, life is an array of valleys. We try not to get too deep, but mesmerized by its wonders, we stay longer than we resolve to. And by the time we set our hearts onto the marvels and the people around, its time to move on. 

Every junction has to be surpassed in order to reach the destination, but often, we are compelled to ponder…..what if a junction was meant to be the destination ! What if the season could last forever ! What if we could stop everything that is destined to flow from our hands like the sand in the fist.

But, change is the law of nature….and that’s how you and I met and may be at another junction, I will get down for that What If…..!

Inspiration Live...

Born as an angel on the tenth day of December, when the maple leaves were basking and shining in the glory of the balmy sun, she spreads her radiance all around, inviting smiles from whoever looks at her.

So cherubic is her countenance that one forgets about all the worries of the world on witnessing this friendly child, but, soon their smiles are turned into expressions of sympathy and pity…..

And that is when they see that although God had carved her out of His finest moulds, destiny had something else in store for her. It was during her birth that control over her nerves was lost, resulting in partial disfigurement of her limbs and mild mental retardation.

Yes, she is my first cousin who is five years younger to me and is full of life, to say the least. So unique is my emotional connect with her that despite the lack of regular communication all these years, we are unquestionably fond of each other.

This, I realized over the past two years since I have been putting up with my uncle’s family, where I get to see a splendid harmony that the members have succeeded in striking with an aim to lead a normal life.

Many names as she has, Cherry is what we call her out of love, although each one of us has different salutations that express our adoration towards her, and she responds to all of them with twinkling eyes !

If she happens to meet you once, she will never forget you and will talk about you often enquiring about your next visit.

I often become the subject of her wrath when I don’t speak to her immediately after I’ve reached home after a long day at work. But, anger is fleeting for her. So, as soon as you go near her or hold her hands and whisper in soft polite notes, she is all smiles in no time !

And if you want to please her beyond ordinary, just gift her a beautiful pen and a writing pad, or a CD of her favorite numbers or a nice story-book. That’s all she ever demands as a child.

I find it a way of expressing my gratitude to God for making difficult times easier for me here, by attributing the possibility to her presence.

There have been times when I have had a heavy heart but unable to share it with anyone, when I sit beside her for a couple of minutes, the heaviness takes a swift ride to some other lands. Its divine intervention that she enjoys the same songs that bear meaning to me, has the same taste for food, things and people and there is a parallel link in our thoughts which we can both identify with and sometimes talking through eyes is enough.

It makes me proud to have the same frequency of thoughts as hers and in the same I find solace amongst all the turbulence that surrounds me.

Educated till tenth grade in the Sophia Opportunity High School, beyond which her impairments ceased to support her in becoming one of us in this competitive world, fate decided to keep her away from malice, lest she becomes too civilized to sustain her purity and goodness. It had been a journey full of photographic memories for her where the school staff had not only been exceptionally cooperative and understanding but also provided her some of the most beautiful moments of her life like winning a race, or performing the Rainbow Dance or getting featured in the annual school magazine !

Substituting and filling for this lack of any standard training, fatherly guidance and wisdom rushed to her rescue. Her enlightenment is often astonishing as to how easily she can distinguish the good from the bad which men of sound wisdom can’t. She can comprehend and converse in almost five languages leave apart her excellent communication through gestures, expressions and body language. She is sensitive towards human pain and gets hurt by harsh words easily.

If I’m not being exaggerative, she is adept at typing and documenting data with such expertise that you might want to avail of her services now and then. Possessing an excellent grasping power, she is ever keen to learn new activities.

Painting the world fairer with her challenging survival, she is a storehouse of inspiration in the daily humdrum of my life in which we often fail to see beyond the inadequacies….

It’s a beautiful day…. 

 A day that heralds the onset of summer, that beacons the birds to hum over May flowers and the breeze to make them bloom… 

The winter has once again said adios, happily though, carpeting the floor for a warm welcome of the balmy summers which merrily sweeps it across like the maiden who has just trespassed the threshold of teenage. 

It proclaims its charming arrival by its boisterous waltz that is manifested through the pink flowers levitating in the air, eluding the branches of the Tabebuia trees that had proudly stood in full bloom all this while stupefying the passers-by. 

And as I walk by through the streets lined by these once-embowered trees, crimson petals gently alight on my shoulders, whispering to me, Come honey, let’s fall in love again ! :)

Exploring the unexplored...!

Unlike Me......

 Mounted on the silver sphere, clad in white, flowers intertwined in my free-flowing hair, I descend from the sky and land onto the stage that is lit up in midnight blue.

Yes, this is the moment when I await his arrival….to embrace me and waltz with me to celebrate the joy of life ! I experience sheer delight which I had always imagined. I wish to be swept off, to be carried away, releasing all that I’ve always held within.

Yes, his presence would be like ankle-bells scattered on the floor, causing melodies to resound and rise in unison, to elevate my heart like it was as light as a feather !

I am in the valley of Utopia where thousands of trumpets sing to me in the breeze or may be its my inner bliss. They penetrate every pore in my skin. A gush of ecstasy rushes through and fills me to the brim.

My arms wide open…I wish to sing like no one is listening, I wish to dance like no one is watching, say a thousand words yet uttering nothing. I wish to leap and tell the entire world that I’ve experienced the elixir of love.

I wish to lie on the wet sands and let the waves come to me, caress me, retreating back to gather their charm.

Unguarded and undaunted, I yearn to be enchanted with this feeling I never knew.

A completeness that augments my individuality, a submission that bolsters my feminine strength, an awe that unsheathes all my inhibitions.

Yes, I await it…….!