Skip to main content

AT ODDS

The tooth fairy once for me was of immense fascination...
                                                                         The gone pearly whites stirring up a subtle selfishness of getting a new penny out of the fairy shire! The Easter bunny and the golden egg favors excited me even more for secrets lived before eyes and at all there was never a second call from within.

The closed mind hardly greets the wonders now...   the wet eyelids and the hugged pillows thereby switching the tiny world! They say,”oh! Well, you will just have to learn it the hard way “... But the problem lies nowhere near to complexities of time...  it is the voice of the soul creating charisma and crushing dreams at the same time... And it is then that a mere wish for locking up the heart comes up, couldn't I use it when I want to?!  Or maybe wrap up the secrets of mind, tie it to a balloon and let it fly away?  


The poor little feelings of mine stepped over...  how can one not fume over the conflicting emotions that collide and crush the artistic beats of heart?!  Sometimes there aren't just any easy answers… an open hand offered in dreams are what that adds a tinge of craziness in life, which turns a blind eye towards all the reasoning and you call it the mad heart! Gamble it when the questions take you nowhere and leave behind the heartaches…for the mind is familiar with these scars and sometimes logic helps you live in the perfect colors of life rather than the gray scale. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

“If you survive, you must remember that I love you”

Despite being in immense pain, the young mother still thought about her only child.   The depth of intimacy for her child was immense, unfathomed and ever so subtly conveyed that a mother's love is far greater  that anything in the universe. During the Japan Earthquake, the world sensed the strongest pull of humanity in a young mother who made shield of her body to protect her child amidst the disastrous collapsing. She left a note saying, “If you survive, you must remember that I Love you”. Her body was sputtering, rasping and pitch cold, but her ultimate sacrifice was the protective affection for her little one. It gets me thinking, of all the awful lot of drama, anxiety, anguish and contradictions for the several years. This small thought of appreciation is for you mother… my brilliant, remarkably independent, capable, fierce, gorgeous woman, whose greatest pride is in being my father's wife, and in being my mother. She is such a true character, in every sense of the ...
Post a Comment
Read more

Rains And Ruins.

W ords should not be kept for later because they thrive on mood and my mood is nothing less than a pendulum, so I thought I should pen it down. It's not Monday today but I still got the blues. When I say blues, I literally mean the bluish tone in my otherwise curtain-coloured reddish room, along with the pretty melancholic climate. I hate the dark clouds that get clogged in the sky refusing to pour in, but I love when it finally rains. It's like the clouds have vented out their long-held pain. It feels liberating and very refreshing.  I don't quite feel like working in this climate, rather I would be sitting on my terrace, watching the rain, sipping tea (which I am doing even now to avoid falling asleep on my laptop). But the sad truth is I can't go up on my terrace, not at least for the next 2 months, the renovation works are going on and I badly miss the only beautiful, picturesque location in my house. The staircase bricks are cracked to build newer ones and there...
5 comments
Read more

'Shiuli'

T his started as an Instagram post but I realized I couldn't give away much in a small space, not because it necessarily needs any elaboration but it feels good to give out love. That's what October is all about. One of the most elaborate, unrequited, unconditional love stories topped with tireless acceptance, longing and a bundle of amusement throughout. Like the fragrance of Shiuli - the night jasmine , the film brings out a fresh, unembellished narrative that leaves you in awe from the start, a sheer reminiscence of selfless desire.  Though my mind reached out for Shuili in her helpless state, the thought that kept stirring in my mind was why Dan had to do so much for Shiuli. Why was he so affected by a girl whom he even rarely knew? How did the last 3 words that came out from her mouth become so important to him? I sensed a motive behind, it could have been a strange, nostalgic connection. A past-memory between the two? Something... there should have been a motive and so wh...
Post a Comment
Read more