New Girl In The City :) :)

It was like a dream come true when I landed on the Bangalore International Airport, the sunny morning of 20th April !

Rather, it was better than a dream in many senses…….the city of my perfect imagination….!

It’s been ten days I’m here and I feel that every breeze in the air and every drop of the 4 o’clock rains seems to pour down a shower of joy and love.

They seem to silently whisper a thousand lovely messages into my mind that keep flashing in everything I do and everywhere I go.

The flutter of the leaves is like a chuckle that invites me to laugh with them and the thunder is like an urge to join their dance of glee !

The people make me feel one of them with humble acceptance and their cheer keeps my spirit high. Every place I visit, it feels, I belong there and things that surround me are like the way they are meant to be…..


P.S : Hello friends ! Thank you for encouraging me to keep posting and for all your visits and comments. Those who haven’t, please do so. :)

Also, this is the first post, wherein, I am sharing my real-time experience with you all, unlike all my imaginary creations. So, I would be highly pleased to receive your comments on the same.

Wish to keep writing further about my new encounters :)

Trinkets.........

Tiny angels fluttering their wings, Sprinkling the dust of hope and light in the dark and lonely woods.

Jingling bells chiming at the quiet altar of a temple, causing heads to turn, forcing them to wonder, whose prayer will be answered today !

Tiny bells of anklets being heard from a distance, raising a whiff of desire in hearts that listen with earie silence.

The incensed smoke rising from a recent worship, provoke curiosity as to what form they will adopt, what they will symbolise.

A chuckle often has meanings to convey far more than is apparent.

A blink of an eye serves the purpose when words are too heavy to be said.

A small pat on back or a warm little hug can assure, life is beautiful.

A jar full of colorful marbles can make a child rejoice.

The ripples sent out by a small cascade can be the icing to calm a worry.

A casual invitation to waltz with your loved can leave all grudges behind !

Tiny but thoughtful things that adorn our lives are often forgotten or overlooked when most required. Such 'Trinkets' make the journey easy-going and often more pleasant than one can aspire for !

UNDULATIONS

Relationships are like the particles of sand on a beach. They change their form and morphology with every approaching or departing wave in the sea.

The sea, which is said to have the power to engulf almost anything, and yield nothing back, is like the puppeteer, in whose hands, the strings of our relationships are firmly bound. And the fate of which depend on every movement he makes. The audience laughs when he’s cheerful and it cries when he is gloomy.

Similarly, our relations keep changing their course and ways with the incidents in life. They may crop up all of a sudden, they may last for decades without even a conscious effort, their charm may be lost despite all endeavors to sustain them and they may re-kindle when one least expects it.

We dance the dance of glee if the master Creator is so pleased and we mourn in the vanities around when He has chosen all but us as the puppets of his latest show.

We can never define our relationships as something that is constant. We may call a person our ‘best friend’ until time an tide has separated them apart so that they are hardly aware what each is living through. Not that we do not make a conscious effort to rekindle the friendship, but, the fire comes out only when there is a spark.

Another person might have been just a familiar face a few days or months back. But, in the course of time, becomes the counterpart of all that has gone past you. S/he is not only the sole witness of what you will never be able to share with anybody but is also the helping hand when you feel too feeble to lay the brick for the step you want to take ahead. S/he may hold the candle for you when you come looking for it in the dark room and may ring the bell of hope when your heart has stopped listening to it.

You wish to clutch the person’s hand forever who has eventually meant the most for you and at times the only one for you.

Still , the gambling time takes its turn and you are once again thirsty for more affection, and more attention. You direct your steps towards someone you had left way behind in the long run. You wish to make it all the same as before but the time has sped and the emotions have fled. You try to upturn the heavy-set rocks and you try to uncover all that was hid underneath. But every time you do that with a hope to find some roots intact and some leaves alive, you only get withered remains, you only get the powdered moss.

The dirty hands sometimes wonder if they should stop turning and upturning every stone. But, that is the dance the fingers dance, and that is the show the puppeteer runs !

For without show, there would be no puppets, there would be no audience. There would be no cries, there would be no smiles and hence we call this life, ‘A Life Full Of Undulations' !

A Handful Of Dreams......!!

Dreams…often we say that we should follow our dreams or rather chase them, that dreams are not those we see while sleeping but those which don’t let us sleep.

But, agreeably, they mean differently to different people…one may strive whole life to achieve his dream but may not be actually happy after achieving it, because the time span required to accomplish the dream may be long enough to change its definition and relevance in one’s life.

A student walks into a university with A Handful Of Dreams. New city, new people, new goals! He feels very timid in front of the great barriers created by this materialistic world, the unattainable boundaries and limitless heights to be soared make him tired before he can feel that he is actually flying. He starts penetrating through the small cracks and crevices, to make his way through. The competitors eye him suspiciously or rather its just his perception, an outcome of the inner fear that dwells every moment, the fear of being out competed and the fear of rejection. Still, he moves on and gathers all the courage for a small flight, small endeavors…some fruitful…some futile. But, that is the mystery and that is what tempts him, the taste of success ! One small accomplishment shapes several bigger goals.

In a span of time, he feels secure having made a place for himself, a niche of his own…where he can perform and out compete the rest. This breeds satisfaction, love and appreciation. The discovery of new ties and ties that would never last. He is so overwhelmed he hardly realizes he has left a part of his life behind. The life an ordinary man leads, the life of which one never dreams but just lives.

He is now at destiny’s call. He performs as demanded. There is no more a will, or a task he can choose or loves to perform. He has expectations to fulfill and he has standards to meet. He feels he is rushing but there is no time to stop. He feels he is being carried away but there is no way he can look back. The ties have changed their meaning, the ties that no more exist. He now reflects upon the ordinary life, pondering if it is really ordinary !

He now suffocates in the web he has created for himself. He wants to escape but is entangled in the mesh. His efforts are now mere traps that were laid by the ones who were left behind in the race. He wishes to stand out but is stuck amidst the rest.

But, he decides not to quit. He resolves to bear the heat and withstand it all the way. He silently trudges the path and comes back to his nest. The wings are now tired and it pains to flutter them. His ambitions are fulfilled but his desires are injured.

Days go by and so do months. He is no more at a receiving end, neither praise nor complains. He walks by when he comes across and so does the inner voice. But the season has changed and he doesn’t sense it. There is balm in the air and he is yet to receive it.

He once again comes back to the same place, the same people, who, are now loaded with warmth and the healing touch. There is embracement and unsaid reverence that makes him feel at ease. He is showered with blossoms, and is happy once again. The sense of accomplishment returns as he leaves and he is again ready to strive for A Handful Of Dreams…….!!

Keep aspiring and you will attain it !!

SOME THOUGHTS...

What life is……..one can never understand….just when one thinks he has understood it, life serves him right…we are merely creatures dropped from heaven to get acquainted with human sufferings and ailments…for realizing the pains that can be inflicted by other human selves….we start our journey like a colorful butterfly who has just come out of its cocoon and spread its wings….after feeding voraciously on green leaves for a long period and crawling all day in a monotonous green body, the caterpillar, unaware of the calmness and the prosperity of the color, yearns for the wonderful colors it has the potential to reflect…..but soon after, it becomes exhausted of its tiring flights and approaches the end of the journey without even realizing it.

Similarly, on the way of life, we lose the brightness of the colors we initially thought would always surround us…life seems nothing but a bubble which looks beautiful and rises high…..yet it never knows, when its existence will be nothing more than a whiff which might have been a thing of joy for others but which will never be remembered once over… the only absolute way to live life painlessly is not to expect……but to keep walking……which is virtually beyond human capacity….and hence the sorrows…the scorch of the Sun shining above a passer-by is so intense that he can’t help but be tempted by a river flowing by or a tree, which, although distant in sight has a canopy large enough to embrace him…….hence deviating him from the way of life cleverly adorning it with twists and turns…..which are like the beautiful woods leading to the devil’s cave…the riddles required to be solved to reach there being the relations which unknowingly bind him and drown him into a sea of emotions from where he can neither come out nor dive deeper for the fear of losing himself altogether… and thus, he keeps floating endlessly looking for and awaiting the destination he has long lost but doesn’t admit…

This illusion, this false hope and this madness keeps him afloat…..pushes him forward with every ripple defending him from every turbulence…..to give every chance to destiny to enact what is in store for the swimmer who was once just a passer-by, who has now learnt to swim and is satiated by the worldly whims, so nothing more can tempt him….strengthened by the relations which had initially served as mere hindrances…to see the last ray of the Sun before it sets, so that those behind him don’t stop sailing….so that a passer-by keeps stopping at the bank of the river and give it meaning by quenching his thirst….so that he keeps visiting a lonely tree to take a sigh of relief in its cool breeze…so that he keeps telling his children tales of the fairy woods and not stop them from spreading their wings of imagination for the fear of the devil’s cave….so that the caterpillar keeps feeding on the leaves which would otherwise wither away and get soiled….so that the butterfly keeps soaring high in the sky and spreading its vibrant and jubilant colors…so that we can keep watching them in ecstasy hoping we could fly one day….

This is what keeps life going….appreciate every form of it…for you might not get a second chance…at least you can say you lived one of them….!

BLOSSOMING ~~~

 

The bud that was embowered is now by itself, 

To abide by the laws..

And grow up into a beautiful flower
That is destined to bloom and aromatize its suburbs !

But, the wind blows over the petals
The petals reluctant to open up, get pulled both the ways-

Eventually, giving up…

I’m in a mesh of thoughts
Thoughts novel and fresh
They compel me to re-consider, what it means to be happy !

A thousand laughing faces
But, still, the smile lacks…

A thousand arms ready to embrace
But, still, the warmth lacks…

Clusters of words being spoken and heard
But, none strikes a chord in my heart…

A thousand steps to move on
But, still, the path undone…
What my eyes await
And what my soul craves for
Is…………………………..

The stroke that can fill colours
In the shapes I’ve ever drawn
Colours vibrant and beautiful
Colours of life and love

That can beautify my carvings which are complete but unfinished..
Which are sharp and defined, but, waiting…
For that touch of finesse !
For the shades to fill in
Shades light and dark that can accompany me
On every path of life
Not like my shadow
But, like a robe
With which I can move on and walk against the wind !
And still remain embowered in its warmth and fine creases.

THE ART OF DUALITY !

Love makes life beautiful
With the beauty that is skin deep
But, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder….
The eyes that sparkle,
Not with any material joy
But, with the radiance of the internal cheer
That dwells in the heart
And rushes through the soul
Trespassing every vein to manifest its flight
Not with its wings that can be clipped
But, with its spirit that is airy and shapeless.
It soars great heights…
To coalesce with the clouds,
Clouds dense and thin that travel distances far and wide
Only to shower the contained ecstasy.
That sooths innumerable hearts
Making them yearn for more…
They thin out and depart looking for thirsty hearts
And the contentment that floods them by quenching the discontent
By satiating the insatiable
With the flow of ambrosia that leads to eternal mirth

Its said that………..

The roses bloom because of the spring
But, it’s the blooming of the roses that makes spring, spring !

The butterfly looks beautiful because of the vibrant colors
But, they’re the wings that make the colors meet our eyes !

The fragrance of the flowers attracts the drones
But, it’s the visit of the drone that recognizes the locked fragrance !

The river flows with the pride that it quenches many thirsts
But, it’s the thirst that compels Creation to make the water sweet !

The oyster awaits the fall of a single drop of rain
But, it’s the shell of the oyster that harbours the pearling drop !

The blade of the grass is beautified by the dew-drop
But, it’s the tip of the blade that holds the drop to shine !

The mother loves her child and nurtures its life
But, it’s the child that bestows her with the gift of maternity !

Nature reigns till eternity
With an aura of duality
To symbolize and signify the love that resides in every heart
But, the love is lifeless until one gives it
And soul-less until one receives it !