Thursday, September 13, 2018

Splintered sunbeams

The rays breaking through the grey clouds...
Orange yellow horizon...
A purple Haze here and there...
Splintered sunbeams from the sky...
A sight so beautiful...
So melancholy...
Yet so mesmerizing.

The scene reminds her of passion...
The happiness of being herself...
A free kindered spirit...
Floating through life.

The sunbeams reaching her...
Touching her skin...
A glow on her face ...
Splintered yet beautiful...
Broken yet whole.

An aura of peace envelopes her...
A new Dawn breaks ...
She smiles to herself...
Content after a full night's sleep.

Splintered sunbeams streaming through the sky ...
She smiles ...
Content in her World.

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

No Dreams, no nightmares; just Ground Reality

She writes no dreams...
She paints no rosy pictures...
No nightmares to talk about ...
No path to chalk...
Just plain reality...
Ground reality...
Her own reality.

There is no two ways...
Just her words and her experience...
Her World ...
Her reality.

She pens her thoughts...
Emerging from her experiences...
Experiences good and bad ...
But her experiences...
What she went through...
What she faced...
How she got over it...
How she took it in her stride...
How she let go...
How she moved on...
Her ground reality.

Sunday, September 9, 2018

Derring do...

Getting lost in sheroic tales of love and woes ...
All sorts of Shenanigans...
Derring dos a part of life ...
She starts reimagining.

As a she warrior on the emotional front...
She has lots to keep her occupied...
Her mind a treasure trove of ideas...
Her heart set upon one...
She sashays into places unknown...
Places kept locked...
Unlocking the prisms of reality ...
She is her own heroine.

Her Derring dos talk of the Town...
Hushed whispers...
Eyes following her moves...
She smiles to herself...
Dons her beanie and ...
Hope into a waiting cab.

They whisper...
When will she return...
She throws back a look and...
Says , Never.

The heroine of her own tales...
The Shero of her own life...
She flexes her biceps...
And gets those hamstrings moving.

With a deep breath inhaled...
She gulps down her insecurities...
They don't exist anymore...
For she rises from her ashes yet again...
Her shenanigans and Derring dos...
In her list to do.

Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Hands of destiny

We are but puppets in the hands of destiny.
What would happen when is not known.
It's the moment that we are in, we must live;
For there is no tomorrow.
What will happen tomorrow is not known.
The twist that fate takes ...
Is a very cruel twist
The blow dealt by fate ,
Some succumb to it ,
Some go with the flow,
And some,
Drown in that deep swirling river.
An untimely,
Unexpected death awaits us ...
Awaits us menacingly,
Looming large ,
With a gaping mouth,
Dark constellations within.
We are but puppets in the hands of fate ...
Our destiny not known.

Monday, September 3, 2018

It is love we must hold on to...

Sometimes we try ...
Try very hard to forget...
Moments etched in memory...
But it is love that remains...
When all is lost ...
It is love we can't forget...
So we wait an eternity...
For the lost one to find his way home...
It is love we must hold on to...
Nothing else matters...
Painful moments melt away ...
When love is found again ...
Till then...
We live in aches and memories of the past ...
Till Love finds us again.

A Wedding and a Funeral

What happens ultimately in our lives...
Is a hand dealt by destiny.
A wedding somewhere and a funeral somewhere...
The cycle goes on ...
Back and forth ...
Through the curves of our lives ...
She tries to comprehend it all...
Alas! In vain.

There can be no other ...
She's tried it all ...
None matches, what she had ...
Not even an inch closer.
She looks at the casket of life past ...
Should she open the Pandora's Box?
Then she looks beyond and yonder...
And like an explorer gathers her belongings...
Makes a bundle of her memories
...
And, moves on.
The sharks in the sea of live ...
Swimming around...
The vultures hovering above ...
She takes a plunge in the ocean ...
Floating on her back ...
Looking at the sky above ...
The clouds in various formations...
Making out the patterns ...
Finding a meaning to it.

A wedding of her thoughts ...
A culmination of sorts ...
Consummated ideas...
A funeral of her recent past.

A Player

"Are you in love with him?"
"Who wouldn't be?"
"What kind of answer is that?"
"An honest answer."
"Are YOU in love with him?"
"I might be if I weren't in love with you."
"How am I supposed to take that information?"
"Trust me."
"I can't."
"OK."
They survived,
They survived only to go their separate ways one day.
He was a player...
Players just move on ...
They have no intent to remain with one ...
They just move on.
He moved on ...
In search of another to trap.

Vagabond Virgin Invaded

Cidade Daman was a dream affair. Wild passionate love making by the Sea, walk along the promenade, sitting on the steps leading to the beach and talking into the Sunset . Back to the room, their muse the bath tub of course! Then dinner by the breezy Sea beach. They couldn't let go of each other even for a moment. They had merged and melted into one being.
Morning breakfast and they set for drive home but couldn't even imagine parting for a moment. Music and songs and unabashedly gay abandon laughter , they were madly in love.

Then, a few days later it was her birthday and again he whisked her away to The Retreat at Madh Island and the Sea became a witness to the conjugal harmony. Waking up in his arms , she was content with life. No worries ; just them. Morning tea, breakfast and then head to respective homes.
Meeting everyday literally became a routine. He would visit her school and she would visit his office after work. Evenings would be long drives along U Tan road or dinner at restaurants both pitching in and sweet nothings and walking the promenade at Hiranandani Powai, getting customized paan made to order by jewel pan wala and others. Life was beautiful. They were totally and madly in love , painting the town red. Booking literally every five star hotel for the weekends be it The Trident or Taj Vivanta, U Tan Resort or The Lalit ... They were all over Bombay as they would refer Mumbai as.

He introduced her to his sons and mother. They went for dinner and movie with Mom. She came home cooked with passion .

For his birthday, she arrived a day early and cooked and baked a singularly chocolate cake. At 12 am on 25th June 2018, they connected via video call with the older son and I  all of them celebrated his birthday. That night she slept with his mom, who hardly slept and she took his moms sleeping pill and tried to sleep too. The morning saw her up and ready to celebrate his birthday at his office. They had a hearty breakfast of aloo parathas and she had four. Then they left for his office. While he worked she arranged for sweets and savouries and then they celebrated his birthday with his office staff. Everyone was happy.

Then they left for the day and he said let's go to the beauty salon and get your hair coloured. Little did he know that the staff at EnVi was waiting to pamper him on his birthday.

Both got their hair coloured, facial, pedicure done and he got a manicure too.

The bill was whopping and he couldn't stop sobbing.

It was fun.

They parted ways for the day.

To be continued...