Here Again!

Sometimes, a segment of isolation is acceptable. No matter how long that isolation takes but it sure brings about a change whose analysis is just up to you. You may consider it as a normal break or a way to re-think your ways.
This is something I could realize after taking a year’s break from writing. A break which wasn’t a conscious one but just a re-scheduling of life. This one year brought a whole new world within it, a kind which wasn’t expected at all. I figured out the importance of being myself amid a lot of different aspirations, ideas, behaviors and so on. But this definition of ‘myself’ is never constant and keeps on fluctuating with an addition of each new experience.
Every dimension of my life saw a new phase, usually, a rough one before the best could knock the door. Family, health, career, love life and so on, all of it is still under some drift but now I am no more aversive to these change of paths and this thought process brings me here again. Imagine how the world would be without any ups and downs. The diverse range of expressions would never have been in to bring color to the essence of being.
After a year of getting a new skin after every downfall, there is this one area I wish could fall into the place meant for it. That is how love is, it is inevitable from our senses. Just like an essential organ which one can never rip off with force. It is tender and needs affection.
No matter how deeply hurt you are, don’t be scared to feel this beauty again. Someday, you will find your spot in the crowd of feelings and mixed emotions.

Try and be in love because hate is just a burden to bear.

Loving the Living.

Light of life came to greet me today.

As beautiful as the first ray of sunshine one sees the mountains delivering each morning.

My day was no different, it was as tiring as the days I’ve been living from past few months. But for sure, it was as different as the fragrance of my pillow was this morning.

Looked at my hands and placed them onto my eyes as if hugging my soul and giving it all the love that I’ve been giving to temporary things from past few months.

The college I went to was same and the people I met were also same but the smiles were way to joyous today.

Walking with the busy crowd of the Central Delhi was never this tranquil for me. Sitting alone in a park full of couples and friends was never this satisfying.

The footpath I was walking on was adorned with the margosa flowers. Their fragrance mixed with the daily air, reached my nostrils in the most soothing way as if some mist was mixed with the flowing river.

Even the hot, balmy Sun seemed to be in a pleasant mood. Kissing and hugging my skin in the most alluring way.

The wind today wanted to walk through my hair today. It took my breath away for a moment, as if all the negative thoughts were flowing away from as I was exhaling.

On reaching my destination, I finally realized how breath-taking the journey to this evening was. After really long, I finally realized that how grateful I am to be able to love and live my life in such a peaceful way.

This is the inner-power we all possess, the power of loving the living and it takes nothing but feeling and breathing.

The difference !

One day.

I met her,

Those eyes, limbs and every inch of the body just like mine,

But with a difference, for she had boy cut hair.

‘ you look just like me, but why this haircut .’ I asked.

To which she replied,

‘ because I want to feel free .’

Stood there, wondering.

How can one feel free with the kind of hair she had !! ?

……

Years later.

I met myself,

Perfecting the match of every inch with her,

But with a difference yet again,

For now, I wanted to cut my hair short just like her….

To feel free ! ….

To explore the beauty of being not a free bird, but simply a human being .

Today, I want to live her life for once .

Paroxysm of WE !

One day,
There will be no gain,
There will be no rain,
One fine day, my silly face will not blaze on your phone’s screen and there will be no contact with my name’s feed.
On that day, we’ll make our thoughts peacefully slide and let our destinies hopefully guide. Wandering on the roads of beauty and love, we’ll look for each other like some spy. Looking up for the stars at night, we’ll make our ankles twist to get a high. Swinging merely on the slides, we’ll click funny pictures with lots of styles. Clinging the knots of your ties, I’ll manage the table with your files. Waiting for your warm replies, I’ll invite these winters with a lovely smile. Listening to your husky voice, we’ll go out under the dusky sky. Surrounded by each other’s classy vibes, we’ll listen to your playlist on our drives. Planning together our protien diets, we’ll train each other like our guides.
Tossing in the bed every night, I’ll make your chest my sleeping pile.
And a sudden longing for these days, make me haze to your gaze!!

~ Pranjali .

Cycle of bloom and doom .

Moments will make you,

Then they’ll break you,

Till that time your bones will get strong enough to save you.

People will kiss you,

Then they’ll miss you,

Till that time your heart will play tricks to grave you.

Nights will excite you,

Then they’ll besiege you,

Till that time your blanket will glide to soak you.

Everything you own will drown you, Person you trust will frown you.

But even after all those nightmares,

You’ll love.

You’ll breathe.

You’ll fly.

You’ll laugh.

You’ll cry.

You’ll again put yourself in that honey trap.

You’ll die a death of beauty and peace.

But revolving around this cycle of bloom and doom, one fine day you’ll liberate your room.

Rebels with exuberance !

Those with light spirits, fly high.

Having been a part of social circle which appreciates and embarks upon logical learning, many of us are unable to promote emotional learning within ourselves. Revolving our lives around bragging about competent qualifications, we often are left with temporary excitement.

Materialism isn’t the Realism… This is what I experienced today, being among a group of some cheerful, chirpy spirits.

Though, I consider myself truly blessed, for having been born in a family with good socio- economic status, but being with these kids made me actually realize for how much more lucky these imperfect spirits are for being blessed with the power of imagination and courage to dream. Inspite of being born in the families, which are not financially too good, they’ve remarkable and inimitable desire to LEARN and LEAD.

Each one of these and many more like them, dare to dream of a different life and walk miles to acquire knowledge and skills. They do not entitle themselves only to academic success, but also life success. Not a single one from these zealous girls want to limit themselves to those narrow streets.

“I want to be a teacher…. Scientist… Engineer… Doctor….” were the words of those real Rebels. Not just words, these are the dreams and aspirastions of these girls.

‘ Those who retain a hope in their hearts and a spark in the spirits,

Are the rebellious ones. ‘

Support their dreams by making them realize that, they are loved and valued. That they too like everyone, can realize their dreams, if they remain unmoved by any force. Raise the humanity to another level.

Try and Be a part of their lives, for all of us need to learn from them : the art of living the dreams with exuberance.

Had a cherry day with these cheerful spirits.

To the Healing !

No one gets better overnight !

Neither those swollen eyes,
Nor those broken tiles,
Either fall from the sky,
Or rise above so high..
Twist your ankle to reach the height,
And loosen your arms to feel the flight..
Make a move to shine so bright,
For you can stand against the fight..
Grip your fingers and punch so tight,
For you can stand against the plight..
Take either left or turn towards right,
But be sure you use the torchlight.
Once you get hurt, cry for a night,
But be sure that next day you’re superlight.
Then head towards bragging the prizefight,
And soon turn up grabbing the spotlight..
Because we all are firelight,
And own the potential to turn into earthlight….

Time heals ….

A letter to Her !

There will be those days, when your spirit would grip your chest, forcing you to stay in bed. But, attending to those negative thoughts would be futile. So you’ll have to get up.

There will be those nights, when your worn out eyes will force you to shut off those doors. But, that cold moon outside your bedroom window will not let you fall sleep.

There will be those moments, when a knife would twist itself deep into your soul. But, the beating heart and the throbbing head, would keep you alive.

When you’ll become a part of this world, your little eyes will sparkle just like those stars around the moon. Your soft hands will hold my finger and feet will step onto mine, while learning to walk. Your anklet will make sweet and melodic sound, when you will cling to my shadow…

And then you will grow up.

I might not be there to wipe your tears. But the handkerchief bearing the embroidery of your name, will still be there.

Maybe, my tender arms will not be there to provide you warmth and comfort, you once used to feel within my arms. But the blanket we’ve shared since you were a baby, will still be there.

I might not be able to answer your call or my voice won’t reach your ears. But, all the voice notes I’ve been recording since a long time, will be there in a folder on the desktop.

Maybe, when you will wear that beautiful silk saree, I’ll not be there to look at and embrace you tenderly. But, all those clothes we’ve bought together since you’ve become a part of my life, will surely be there in suitcase kept in my room.

Forgive me, my dear, if I’ll get late from work on fewer occasions. But, the dinner will be there in the microwave and the CDs of our favourite movies will be there in the shelf.

No matter where you are, I will always be there to support and empower you. My love, you will never be alone.

A Note To Oneself !

Be rebellious, Not quiet,
Be bright, Not blind,
Be great, Not fate,
Be brave, Not a grave,
Do negotiate and do debate..
Be a clate, Not a mere hate,
Be a brait, Not a mate,
Be a light, Not a plight,
Be a knife, Not a strife,
Do get fail and do inhale..
Be a dream, Not a scheme,
Be a theme, Not a regime,
Be a fight, Not a flight, Be ignite, Not blight,
Do hike and do trike..

A little courage is what the unstoppable YOU needs.
Dedicate every act/deed to the immortal soul.
To all the fearless and heroic women, to all the innocent and darling girls and To all the daredevil females out there…
We all have the POWER to bring a change, to lead the game and to be a flame.
So rise up high, above all the chaos and live your dream!