Light(s)

As soon as I read the prompt light(s) , I was flooded with lot of options to write about. And then I thought of ways to light up our life and other’s as well. so here I wrote an acrostic for light -

Love

Inspire

Greet

Help

Team-up

Here’s another beautiful light in my life ( gifted to me on my birthday this october ) :

 

And one for the lovely bunch of people , who light my life -

To family for being the light,
that shines in my heart -
and the lovely fireflies
that makes me smile each time.
To the friends that adorn my skies
whether day or darkest hour of night,
and shine in such unseen corners
where nothing seems to fit right.
To the love that keeps me writing
of people , words and images,
of comments so kind and fun
I owe it to you all for keep me loving.

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For Two shoes , Month of year challenge – Oct

Birthday this year ( a belated post )

Gift#1 – The new light in my life.

Bunked office mid way ,

Calls , messages , video chat , hugs and smiles.

Getting together with friends for cake#1

Ceremonial cake wasted on the “newly born”

Lunch & cake#2 with family

Blessings to act a little wise.

Late gifts.

Thank you ever one who made the past year so special and interesting to me. Looking forward to more reading and writing this year too with all your love and support.

A special hug to the one who made sure I will always remember this year for “love” and with more “love”.

foolish or proud

I do not know when and where this feeling got its root in my head but I never could ask some one to accompany me for a walk or shopping. If i wanted , I would just go ahead with it. This habit became more like a definition of me when a dear Friend got em going to movies alone and I so much loved them that way.

 It never felt odd initially till lot laters when I shifted to noida. for some reasons , I felt people did not take it as casually here if you are seen alone for shopping or movies. Maybe It is my assumption. But i did feel a little odd at times. If it was just for movies or shopping , it was ok. But it became a habit of NOT asking some one when I had to go out any where. Be it near or far , I adjust my schedule and travel times so that I can reach back home by 9. I do not like some one dropping me home. I would rather not go out than expect some one to bother about my return. There are not many people to whom I can ask rightfully to accompany me some where.

 

Some people think am too proud. Few think i am foolish to try to do everything on my own. for me , its just a precaution and necessity that I be able to function any where on my own – with friends or alone.

Blessed by words – post#600

When winds refused
to raise the wings,
i grew for years
to help me stay above;
I cut them one by one
dripping blood and tears
and into a shell i went
away from all dear ones.
But words are stronger
then i ever imagined
a golden ray of hope,
I caught for escape.
only words did keep
the promise to stick,
people came closer
and some were let go,
but always did god grant
a special one to hold.
To all those special
and dear ones I raise
a wassil for lifetime
whether i stay around
or decide to move on.
today you people matter
and i wish to keep it so
till we forget our blessing,
and have our dreams lost.

 

This post#600 is dedicated to every one I met in my journey of writing on this page. Thank you every one. Bless you !

A special mention to the love i got from few people in my life that has kept me loyal to my first love – the love for words.
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Prompted @ The Mag , OSI

Loving & Loved

There are some days when you feel loved. And some when you love. It is not being in love. but just having some one to love still. From the first crush till today , I can almost name some person with whom I “thought” I was in love. Maybe I really was. But those days are past. Those reasons and emotions are past. Today I love people for making me feel good. It’s not about praising me always but more like, appreciating the good I have and forgiving me for the bad. For making me change myself and not just dictating the rules like rest of the world. Gender or age does not bother me these days. I just love the person for the heart and mind that walk with him/her.And to think of the fact that I found feelings like these to be weird at one time. Call it maturity or jsut craziness, making some one smile and smile with him/her can sure make your day a blessing !

Only if I could put words to such feelings in a way not to offend/scare the people concerned
But maybe these unexpressed thoughts are what add to the enigma of loving and being loved.

Rise in Love. And stay in love. Accept being loved.

(This post was inspired by a twitter conversation with @ScribblingOn )

 

Priceless friends

hope.wishes.prayer.desire.
Many words, öne reason.To claim back from you, the dreams you extracted out of me. Like the water drop that does not know it can fill the sky with a rainbow. You were that light in me. You never found flaws in me but a beauty in imperfection. You never shied away from letting me know how much difference i made to your life every day. Your words i would cuddle up to each night and imagine to wake up in your hug. To sleep talking to you was a luxry i loved. All this for just being myself.

And each day since you left, i searched for that comforting hug. In vain i heard what people said to me but no words opened the locks in my heart. Unless in the same month, different year, i met the friend who like you filled my life with similar joys. A real one to take your virtual place, a shy and witty creature like you but a lot more caring. Even the tears shared with him, make me strong as he holds my hand. My fears and doubts flee from the trust he shows in me. And i often wonder whose prayers took form. You sent your shadow and soul to hold me while i await for the final leap of faith.No comparisons, no similarities would have prepared me for this wonderful time. But I do hope you know i will always cherish you and the friend you hoped for me. you both make my past and present respectively and yet you so effectively shape my future. 

Love.Dreams.Cares.Blessings.

All for you, as much and more than what you gave me.

–

This is dedicated to two of my best friends.

Also submitted to Months of the year challenge – September

Being In Love

It was a silly wish in college days , to celebrate a Valentine’s day with some one I loved. Years went by , friends and boyfriend too faded away, but this day stayed the same for me – shopping for others’ partners and enjoying the day alone. It wasn’t a sad thing but some where the stupid desire still lived.

 

Last year I was engaged when Feb came. The hopeless romantic in me thought nothing grand but sure something sweet and love filled. And the totally insensitive guy he was, did not even wish me , forget even gifting me anything. And the movie I sent , that wasn’t watched as far as I remember. But I had the best Valentine’s day that year. A long weekend – 5 friends – self cooked meals – romantic songs – a balcony on 3rd floor opening to empty skies .. That was most cherished company and the setting I would have ever thought of .. And the lesson learned for life – to free myself , my love ..

I need not one

or many people

near or far

to feel the magic -

LOVE

mysterious ways

it takes shape

in minds

and time ..

A perfect and timely end to a thought , a misunderstood desire , and evolution of bonds .. Some broke , some were forged that weekend ..

Written for Months of the year challenge #2 , Imperfect Prose

Sacred joys

 

Together one evening
with friends and family,
Sapid with joys and celebrations,
the air full of sacred blessings,
the pious flames dancing,
heart , head and soul
ready for the new life’s calling,
her shy smiles fail to hide
the beat of her love filled heart,
your caring hold on her hands
as you make promises to be there
in times to come, good or bad.

 
Jan 2012. The darkness of winters will be challenged by the warm smiles and lights in that corner of my town. My best friend will hold the hands of his love and lead the way into a new life. This time, I would be there, along with other friends – a bunch of people knowing each other from school , waving in and out of each other’s life and yet never far from heart and mind.

Yay ! Next month is my best friend’s wedding. And after missing almost every one’s wedding for one reason or another, I will be attending this one. Am so excited to meet all friends and some of their partners too ! And to dress up and go have a dance on the floor !

January , you look promising my love.

 

 

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Written for Months of the year challenge#2  , Carry on tuesday , Sunday Scribblings , OSI

Omen #novpad day 7

One after another,
each hopping over other,
images fall from my eyes,
into the cold lap of loss,
where once you rested
your weary head,
today it can’t wait
to bid you, a farewell …
Omen of days to come
overlap the shadows of past.

 

Prompted @ Sunday Scribblings (Omen) and November PAD  (write a “what won’t wait” poem.)

Party Last night

 

I fear the audio volume is very less even with headphones .. so here’s the poem :

Munching on cup noodles,
I reflect on the hours gone by..
the cold tea residues
evoke a warm smile,
as much as the memory
of the talks,
that flowed around it.
the pizza box would probably
have one last slice left;
and I am reminded of the
cheese dripping grins
that were followed
by the dreamy walk
through choclate and
the orange tinted roads..
As I pack my bags,
with borrowed books and movies,
a sense of satisfaction
shines in my smile
and i look at you -
the host and the friend
sharing another laugh
over another silly text..
And I wish I could tell
how much the time spent
was loved and will forever
be cherished as well …

 

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This is a dedication to my best friend who finally hosted a movies night at his place ! It was a great time !!

Bridge-d talks

Breaking the silence of the deserted park, she heard her cell vibrate. A message from him – “Can I get MY Khushi* back?”
She smiled, the first thought being,he finally saw that she has changed.At the same time,she was troubled with the emphasis on “my”. She knew she could not ignore the message, neither was she in the mood to reply yet. She looked down from where she stood, in the center of the bridge.she loved the reflection, the semi arc in and out of water, completing a whole circle. She called it the eye to her heart and soul. Standing on the bridge, she always thought there was another Khushi inside the pond. The one who was just like her but a bit stronger at times.If she was the body and mind, the one in the pond was her heart and soul.She smiled at her own reflection , her soul part and typed the reply, “We both knew the rules.With time, the rules had to change.We knew that too, right ?”

A leaf fluttered from the nearest branch and fell into the pond, disturbing her reflection, like the trouble waves in her heart.
Almost same time, she got another message, “I do not know what to say. Did i offend you or something ?”

It was time she faced her reality. She braced herself against the cold air as she sat down on the bridge, her back against the sun kissed railing, and typed :
“No, its not what you said or what you did not say. Talks of my wedding are going on at home. And with that hunt, the tension is high around me. I just can not concentrate on others right now. Better be left alone.”
A minute passed before the cell buzzed again, “You can not tell me who I should leave alone and when”
He was impossible, she knew, “Neither I intend to do that. I just need to sort my life at this moment, get into the routine of meeting strangers , weighing the pros and cons of any proposal based on I don’t know what, be prepare to be misunderstood at times and still deal with being rejected ’cause I lack the beauty and poise of a lady [ according to my relatives] and when I finally get married,  maybe then, I can try being the one you liked.”
she felt anger pierce the calmness she came for, to this place.
“But you will not be mine, any more.”
“You friend will still be yours.”, she typed, not knowing where that conviction appeared from.
“I shall wait to have her back, then.”
“Ok.”
“You could have told me all this before.”

“I know”, she typed but then deleted it. She never was going to tell him any of this. She could not tell it to any person who knew her better than this guy. She stood up straight, done with the weekly dose of contemplation, aided today by his questions. Determined to make the best out of her days, and to not let these feelings come to surface again, she finally inhaled in the beauty and stillness of being in that moment at that lovely place..

With a smile, she wave good bye to her reflection and walked towards home.She had to make true of her name.
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*Khushi is one of my favorite names. It means joy/happiness.

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Prompted @ 3WW , Sunday Picture Press , Inspiration Monday

Submitted also to Theme Thursday

Replies to a random #hindi text

I wrote this line to few friends : “khyaalon me bhi tum na aao to jaane”

[ from song eji rooth kar]

And I got some really sweet replies .. sharing them here -

* tum bulaana chod to jaane

* yaadon se gum ho jaao to maane ..

* yeh faasle kaise na tumne na maine jaane.
ban kar na reh jaaye kahin ab dono anjaane

*khwaabon me bhi ghazal na ban jaaye to maane

*Hum koshish karenge , par kambakht dil ko kaun samjhaaye !

Tempted to throw such lines here and there randomly ..
My friends are too creative I find

Like you,Love you not

nvr been such tym bfr that i lykd so many guys and love none of them .. Dunno wat to make out f ds realization !

 

I wrote this on twitter last night and happen to mention it to a friend too. This came up in discussion of me having a secret list (the names still are) of guys who i think are “almost perfect” for me. In a way that I would want my future partner to be like any of them [ major percent like them at least] . But marrying any of the guy in this list never crossed my mind. Maybe ’cause I was not searching a partner that time or maybe I feared being losing my friendship if I expressed such desire that time [ one of them is still an eligible bachelor ] , but bottom line is that I never had any such thought about these friends.And nor do I have today. Only thing that has changed is that I can probably tell the person concerned how much I like him and appreciate being knowing the person he is. I really am glad you people made it easy for me to decide what I like in a guy and what not. And if any of you think I am a nut case to have such ideas in my head , I want to ask , “did you not know before, I was hopeless!!”

Thank you my friends.

Love each of you.

XOXOXO

Song in my head

Very few days
when you wake up
with a song in your head,
blessed be the days
when you can smile
over a song in your  head.
reasons be unknown
for the joys bubbling
from the song in your head.
hum it first,then
sing it aloud to the world
the song in your head…

***

Dedicated to all my friends and readers here is the song i woke up humming in my head -  [ The song has english subtitles so you can watch]

 

Last night

The enforced silence was overwhelming.Words died with every image that nerve cells picked to transmit. Character by character the sentences jump off the brim of my patience. My skin burnt as i replayed the conversation in my mind.Till my eyes could take no more. Tears fell freely in my open palms. As much i tried to hold them, they slipped out f my hands and were soon lost,leaving the salt taste on my lips and the wetness on fingers. I sat so for a long time till the cool skin went numb from my own sense of rejection.Or was it just cruel ?  The night passed me. I failed the purpose of  night.

I really wished i could cry and tell all these to you ! But would you still care ?

Dedicated to some friends lost in time.

Image source

Justice

The she-demon was walking through the forest again. He,the dendrologist as people called him now;or the leaves reader as old ones referred to him,smiled as he sensed her close.  The tree fellers would fall.It was a time of rejoice, not panic. Finally justice would be done. He would again have lots of  friends to talk.

~

Inspired by alpha to Omega challenge , submitted to Friday flash 55

Image source

Meeting You – Stone#3 #aros

Meeting you,
never felt,it was first time;
‘Cause you have always been
special in my life;
its no short of a miracle,
how we can make even tear smiles.

Written as a part of “A river of Stones“

Forever friends

Years of neglect had taken away the shine – rust and dust competed to eat what ever was left of it. But sometimes the substance you put into making lasts all this and more.These are the trophies that never cease to make you proud. Like the few friends you can count never to lose with time.

 

 

 

Prompted @ Magpie Tales

Submitted to Z to A challenge – F , Fridayflash 55