*Phoenix*

When all that is know becomes unknown.
When all the colours fade into the grey.
When all the rhyme and music becomes silence.
And from the ashes of nothing you raise, Obliterated and Nascent.

A Phoenix you become.

~You~

You have been my invisible umbrella during rains
You have been my music during thunder storms
You have been my shade, when the day is ablaze
You have been my cucoon of warmth
In days of gloom and night of bloom, you have been there
In my tumbling tears and sad smiles, you knew
My happy days end with a conversation with you
You have been there,with many sighs though,
Yet, You have!
You just have.. been that invisible thread that binds my sanity together in this chaos called life.

You ❤.

Love

 

*CANVAS*

There's a palate you hold
There's a palate you hold

A palate filled with shades of colours
Bright and bold ,Dull and gold
Some colours .. oh so cold..
Now, you choose
Choose to paint on to me the colours you hold ..
The judgements you pass and the opinions you frame ..
In me the question arises " Am I the same ?"
Am I the same .. Am I the rainbow of opinions that the world hold ?
Do I become the shades of your judgments passed ?
As you paint on to me your colour, am I that?
Am I that?
Now, listen ..
You are the painter and I the canvas
A canvas of pure innocence I stand
A canvas of plain and emptiness for your shades to fill!
A canvas of space for your opinions to occupy..
A canvas is all I am ...
A canvas is all..
It is your shades,
of bright and bold, dull and gold and sometimes cold,
that paint a picture on to me .
A picture I hold.

The feeling flow

Could a blind man know shades of the rainbow?
Or a deaf differentiate between somber and melancholy? 

Can a mute possibly convey all his thought?
You, me and he are parts of a whole called humanity
We are not equipped to do it all, but we do feel the vibrancy..
The vibrancy that's spreads
In every shade of the rainbow, that beat in your tap and every glance that is not unrequited!
As these sensation seep, resonating in our hearts, connecting..
Connecting it all in shades of heat and cold you feel
In the battering beats of the wild winds and the breeze that leave you yearning for more
In the dance of the eyes, oh so passionately conveyed…
Connecting it all.. in our heart
It is in our hearts where the throne of our kingdom resides..
Our hearts is where the very life beats, breathes and blossoms
No matter how you portray, its origin is..
Our Hearts.. From where we extend compassion..
Compassion being the most elevated form of love
And love is the abyss of silence that exist but not noticed.
Like the screen in a theatre.
Which is existential but invisible.
Love is felt.
In the heart
A hearts that beats
A hearts that breathes
A heart that blossoms 

Is a heart that lives!

Batsy

 There is a bat here, Batsy, I would say..

who is pretty grey and blind by the day!

So he shouts out echoing his way.

Sometimes, he flies astray,

others in circles over the bay!

I wonder what he craves

A juicy prey?

or has he simply lost his way!

I want a love...

I want a love that seeps through glaces,

Smiles with adoration

Comforts in hugs

Grows in conflict

Yay and Nay!

I want a love that accommodates in silence,

That cries with a companion

That doesn't shy away from communication

That's oil in water, distinct and together

Not flashy or fancy rather funky and fun

That's not too loud and neither goes unheard

I want a love, that cares with compassion

Steams with passion

Kisses, robbing exhaustion

That's playful with plenty

I want a love..

I want a love that finds a way to be.

I want a love .. to be

*Distilled Spaces*

It's wondrous how distance grows,
You would know, if anything hits you in the face
But distance evolves with the right ingredients: time, priorities and everything space..
It's a mirror that brings us in face with the fact,
how easy it's to forgo, it shows us how creative we can get with excuses too.
Aah.. Distance!

What is Distance? When I muse upon, I feel it's rightly said,
When things from careless becomes careful
When your home evaporates to uncharted territory
When there is a cross connection in midst of our calls.
Wait.. Are they calls?
Where I have a plateful to share, but you are nowhere...
Distance..

She ..
She is that invisible line drawn,
She is that assumption made,
She is that questioning thoughts that blooms, with all our insecurities and doubts as manure. Oh.. well done, what a garden cultivated!!
I should stress, she is not all bad.
She puts perspective in way, you choose treasures to cherish, and write off the pain.
She knows flavors to add into your life, when you find your way again.
She know, she is not welcomed with open arms but grown accustomed too,
and that’s okay..
She is a relief on some, and rushed into embrace,
She is judged harshly, for extinguishing many flames ablaze.. Sadly
She carries the burden of choice, that we every day make.
She knows, she sees, she smiles and carries on her way.
Aah.. distance! She always finds a way.

The knitted heart!

Have you noticed we no longer have a whole heart, but in its place stands a knitted heart? You all might be curious to know what the knitted heart is. Well it’s all a big story, and the story goes like this.. When we are born we are born with a heart that seems pretty much sold and whole. It always remains whole technically, but just keeps on adding holes.. Ta- Da! Here derives the name of the knitted heart. Let me be clearer.. We are born with hearts that are so full and giving and as children's we just do that! We give in hopes of reciprocation, which is never met, sadly. There from then it begins, “heart breaks”.

Well heart break is something that leaves our heart
wounded. There are of many types.. they may be heart break of not beings  first, not been recognized, not being cuddles and coddled, not having that toy, not having a friend in life and the worst being not having a life of our own! These breaks, you know are strange, we experience such immense pain and bleed tears. We literally feel that our heart is torn apart from the very same thing that it was meant give/ receive.. LOVE..

I don't know how to put this question.. But here it goes, “does love hurt or heal?”  Or “are they an infinite loop?” Infinitely looped, as in every hurt is healed by love and every love hurts.. and there by, the heart is broken and sewn back a million times. Our heart, thought remains in the same shape, it’s not the same. There start to exist certain crevasses in them. And these crevasses have a unique print.. Like our thumbprint or tongue print.. “Unique it is to each!” Each heart is broken and knitted by the people whom give love and to whom love is given... again and again and again.. So in some place the stitches are thick other thinner.. thus there is never two hearts that is the same!

I think we should thank life for this. Thought we have similar hearts we never will have the same knitted heart. And that's makes our knitted heart special. For it is sculpted out of the struggles and smiles of our own life experiences. So cherish it.. Cherish it all.. Each break, each stitch, thick or thin. Most importantly, be proud and kind to your own knitted heart!

 

The Joys, Jingles and Jams of Sisterhood.

 

Sisterhood in simpler terms, is a bond that exists between two females, contrary to the world norms which say how you invite a fight when you place two women in a room, well that’s a very generic view. Yes, we have our own opinions and yes we fight over it, more than that, yes we co-exist! I would say it’s when universe conspires you find a few people who are the perfect crazy like you and you connect and others are those that emphasize.  Again simpler terms "Sister from another mother". Our soul resonates with the same frequency you see. This bond is truly special, there exist no drama, but there do exist a healthy amount of discussion. There exist no judgment, but there exist sense to knock you to reality. There exist no pity but just open arms to hug you in. This is a scared space I would say, where no discussion is shy away from and all curiosity is healthy. Where there is an acceptance that is quite unconditional. Where you don't need to be a daily visitor to be recognize. You become the rains, which are always welcomed with open arms. Where you can just have a conversation with the no polite nonsense. Where you can throw absurd question and definitely expect an answer in return. Quite contrary to what world says, there is not jealousy that’s predominant here rather there are times where we have cried together, where we are genuinely happy for the other, where pulling one's leg is a must, where one mentor's, where one simply visit with no reason, where one takes right to fight and where one takes up the big responsibility of bringing us water in midst of our obnoxious GD. We assume different roles, and try to give it our best. Yes it’s not easy, and definitely no it is not equal too, but with extra love and understanding I guess anything can be conquered. 

Bangalore days

My days at Bangalore were the most happily lonely days. Well yes, you heard it right, those words aren't supposed to go together. But who says so, society? Well already being known for some pretty much stupid decisions in my life, society doesn't open armedly welcome me, but the people around me are kind. And I am extremely grateful for that.

So my days at Bangalore were like cold, not literally, but the "hello, I'm new here" kinda cold. Where you know naught where you belong but you belong everywhere. Well everything that you do is pretty adventurous, yet lonely. You are involuntarily taught the new language and made to pronounce word, well each is an achievement I would say, yet you are alone because you don't have your comfort. For a moth like me, comfort is my flame. With no guiding light of mine, I wasn't lost, but was discovering myself more. 

You know what I learn, I learnt its pretty much okay to be lost. Well, that's how you find new places! It's also okay not to be chosen, well let's be straight, life doesn't give you more than what is in your share. It’s okay to be sad, it’s okay not to smile, and it’s pretty much okay to cry in cafes, eating that yummy cake when your heart breaks. It’s fun to travel on your own and jolly good to catch up and cook for your cousin. It's a blessing to rekindle your relationship and a race to trying to be punctual! Eccentricities weren't frowned upon and you formed a special bond with a few souls. The most content full being, when you have a masal dosa and its bliss, to top it off with a black coffee. Sometimes it’s good to lose light, it helps you recalibrate. But never lose hope and mostly importantly don't lose sight of the little joys of life.