Sunflower !

How could you arrest the blooming of a flower that has had its fill of sunlight and honey ? At the most you could hold its petals while they begin to open but as the laws of nature would have it... It will bloom anyway. No doubt you could destroy it.. But what after ? Embracing the inevitable comes with practice and laced with a certain amount of peace and serenity. Consider what might happen when restriction strolls out and only a pregnant pause remains ? reliving the moment sees no bounds...

stolen soul

Could there be enough clouds

to smile upon a thought ?

Then would there be enough distractions

to clear the way ?

Would lightning and thunder

be a part of the merriment ?

Or would that thought be

a breeze just blowing away !

let the Pixie dust be sprinkled

let the stars have giggled

but let nothing steal your soul !!

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Butterfly Moments !

Suspended instants creating diving patterns as the Lub-dub modifies its tempo to keep pace with the rest of the world !

A crater of emotions; deep, grave and vivid sinking its claws into the core, to clench every ounce of fear or weakness ! The slithering veins of love, anxiety, hurt and anger crawl into the realms of impuissance. The relentless nerves of lust, greed, guile and damage spread its wings and extend its tributaries into the kingdom of inhalant reprieve.

But the heart goes on, reminiscing, gleaming, smiling...for everything constant will change !

Elementary and uncomplicated propositions -

an exam hall, a new car, a first dish, marriage, sex, a new job, a lover, a dream and a future -

all filled with flutters of a butterfly !

A hop, skip and a jump !

AG

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C'est l'Amour !

Coulds't thou not love like thou did for the first time ?

Could there not be a fresh dew-drop every other day?

so every Other day could go in reminiscing the drop ?

Love like tomorrow - like tomorrow were yesterday !

A Big Bad Wolf ?

Chin weighed thoughts shuffling away in thirst for an un-understandable frown !

An indescribable flutter of the heart beating like the wings of a bee and a restrained blip,

refusing to step out of its cloak.

A shuffle here and a shuffle there

a creak here and a creak there.

Just enough to turn around... huff, puff and blow your mind away !

In memory of Mrs. Sharada Nayar 041111

A wizened view of life marked with lines ! Laugh lines and frowns shrunken with thought pursed dignity and solemn looks with the journey of life running like rivers on her face ! Love, regret, affection and pride but never hate ! Heart of a lioness and faith in absoluteness! 91 years of age and A beautiful life - left behind. full of everything ... Burning bridges, showering care and freedom ! A full life - a full life - a fulfilled life !!

An eventful 2mg !

Some things are never meant to be re-read ! They are meant to die in the realms of the imagination, creating ripples in one's memories. Like how every action has an equal and opposite reaction, a common fold of that action stems from ... GOD ? or Prior life ? ! Once a grave is dug and a lifeless form disposed..for the sacredness of the space and form, one never re-opens the grave. It is understood that peace shall follow sooner or later! To awaken from what might have been a past is not a joy as of now! It is just a wondering cloud of what could have probably been a lovely lovely journey. Purpose ? Goal ? role ? the road remains unclear ... But that is a journey in itself isn't it ? I am a frog that waits for something to happen!

Something I wrote many years ago ...

Why dost thou torment me? without thee my life is as black as hell & as dark as night. Could thou not escape into My Garden of EVER! with thy head on my lap and thy pearls from thy lips filling my disdain ears with thy handsome voice of man. Love me o' Love me my master for with no further doubt in thy mind... I LOVE THEE!

GOD MAKES LOVERS GOD MAKES FOOLS.. IF ONLY HE KNEW BETTER JUST LOVERS WOULD DO !!

There are days when a tree and a sight to see are pretty much mandatory. Lines of light and shadows of rays tell oh so many stories keeping a mind ablaze.. A song to stir, a thought to lure and a brushed aside tear. Leaning on a bark, gazing upwards, reaching towards the cosmic towers- one finger twirling and a lock curling, seeking a smile of love. That is a moment every soul awaits The moment one can enjoy....everything!! Find thy tree !!!

A STORY TO BE TOLD ..... SOON

The downside of an instigated argument could mean submerging oneself into an anti-happy state of mind. The ignition of an engine of solitude screeches itself into existence, upon which clouds of negation, drenches one into a lair of squints. purse, frown and Smile Where is my umbrella ? Let me dry !!!

Habana Nights !!

It used to be a night of envy. Striving to be better every night for personal or monetary gain. As clouds coloured the sky........greys turned black, the moon golden and the air pink.. ....Nights became post lunch! Stomach full hawks would sight their prey and hang.. Waiting for already caught meat waiting to take a bite of another hawks meal... lip smacking, hungry and wanting more... Dinner turned into Tea ! A couple of dips, sips and a bite What is left before and after are scouring eyes at a profound Menu. To try a new dish or just play safe and indulge in an already known DISH...spicy and simply known!! To every Hawk, Eat what you like, because you like it not because it is simply there.

A strange place

Stirring my way slowly slowly, in and around every coat I see. Sliding past each layer of wool and entering realms of warmth and glee. Love I sting and yet Love I bring...for without me no warmth shall be crawling through colours weaving through dusk, wishing the wind the very best of luck Keep me out and I will shout . . . . for With agony and pain I will be more than a bout Love me and I will stay by you Hate me and I shall never leave you !!!

Happy New Year !!

Big ...Huge.. Come back is on its way.. The tiers in the head were a bit weighed down Time to unload and strap on those wings .. To fly .. not away ... Just fly