MY WORLD

How do I explain how deep I fell, Show you the extremities of my bones. What flows in my veins ,what drowns in my soul~ To sing you a song of my crimson love, always does my words fall short. but when the knot has tied, the strings will quiver reverberates and seeps out of me and you will see the veils shiver like a soft breeze finally when it touches you  vanquishes the yearning in stored ...of one laden with  rue  you will know how this candle melts, smoke dissipates and how she looses her form    

As   we grow up, everything around us is fascinating. Every new subject, no matter how divergent or unrelated, excites us. In the same way, I loved the way how these different fields coincided, touched each other, how they all attempted to explain the same mystery of life in its own way. But as life took its pace like all I got entangled somewhere, unable to understand this world, my life, and of those that were constantly affecting me. As if it was pulling my attention to someplace else- inwards, perhaps to clear all the baggage s I had been collecting, the lies I was feeding myself with, to purify my mind by the truth I was seeking outside. As I gave enough attention to this life that was growing, my passion got its direction once again and with more ardor and intensity than ever. To witness how everything around touched this life, how it blossoms and dances, reverberates and in some moments even dissolves. Such mysterious and beautiful phenomenon, such a happening and yet

S he went there- walking down the memory lane past all the noises, the hustle and bustle; stood in front the cafe till the window pane blazed like flame - letting the dusk unfold a poignant memory of a story unspoken. It was the place where she last parted her paramour. Empty and broken she came to borrow some of the feels and the will to live ...  Sometimes the lost memories appear in our consciousness as fragments, triggered suddenly and unconsciously by something, taking us back to moments that no longer exists, like waves that pulls us to these moments of sorrow, moments of euphoria and joy. This seemingly innocent cafe also harbored such a capability. As she let her drown in the distant noise of the crowd, suddenly she heard a whisper in her ears, a deep voice echoed from within. A sound from her past she long buried, greeting her heart with such a sweetness- "Long time!", she said to herself surprised how she hadn't forgotten his voice. But she failed  refra

  "Ever has it been that love knows not its own  depth until the hour of separation" -khalil Gibran I t's easier to have a love affair with a cup of tea than with a real person.  The ego that separates us as individuals is so strong that love cannot fully penetrate it. It is like a whiff of air, it comes and goes. Perhaps the idea that the tea will eventually merge into your body makes it simpler for love to flow.  It becomes easier to find your reflection in the tea than in the other. It is when people leave, or become distant that the fog clears and all the separation dissolves, you find the senselessness in your arguments, great understanding happens. And as they come closer, the clarity dissolves and we continue the never ending drama.

E ver since I was little I've always been pliable, my mind was molded according to my surrounding and people. I had a lot of struggle and conflicts in my early years. Secretly I was condemning myself for not becoming how my family, society wants me to be. I took all their words into consideration and very seriously.  Comparing myself to the people around me, I realized how very flawed I was, and  wondered why I wasn't like them. I tried my best to fit in. Then as I grew up, I felt the need to stop and question their statements and judgments that they so easily make. Was I so imperfect? Was my nature that bad? In all my actions, I was unconsciously struggling to achieve those set standards. So, it was necessary to question the meaning of perfection itself for which I was willing to throw away my inner peace. Whose definition of perfection was I following? Was it my mother's, father's, relatives, friend's, society's, random stranger's- I was collecting

Chasing the sunshine in the meadows she fell  down, the warmth of smiles weaved in with sweetness  teared down, memories gathering dust, dancing in the air the emptiness echoed the sadness hidden within, Angels came down to mend what broke inside, light the candle of hope- lost in the shadows of this never ending night  But she shook her head for any help, she sent them back to their light  for she belonged here in the cold comforts  to embrace the shade that was left behind for there she resides in the beauty she found in the dark, how even the noise within drowns in the silence of midnight~

Give me strength to see your blessings even in the storm, hold on to the faith that no matter how much we lose ,equal do we gain appreciate beauty down the valley as we do in the heights and see the hidden magic evident in our mundane life Distorting images of reality, to sneak a peek  For I  find myself in everything I seek Beyond the figures and shapes that come visit me, And all the perfect fusion of colors and sound- an art work that I perceive forever let me find a glimpse of you in these~