Tap tap tap, my deft fingers work magic on the buttons
taking my content across the globe.
We’ve grown to be inseparable buddies
spending every minute with each other,
basking in the world of instant gratification.
My phone is my identity, my lifeline, or is it so?
I’ve realised that silently, it has stolen my time from me
and imprisoned me in its “cell”.
I’ve lost my actual friends,
but who cares, I am the Insta queen,
having an online following of millions!!
gauze of life’s problems blanket
oh! don’t hang the boots
2. strategic planning
gamechanger or stalemate
your steps shall decide
I traverse on life’s journey, one step at a time, with no inkling of when I shall reach my destination. The fascinating realm of the unknown beckons me, as I take one step at a time to reach there. Like everyone else, I too was given a beautiful little bag at the start, to fill it along in this sojourn. Today that bag has expanded so much, that it made me stop and open it. I take a peek into it to find a collage of myriad experiences I have collected enroute. I see some happy ones, some that were great teachers while others that bruised my heart. The excessive emotional baggage, slows my pace pulling me back. I realize that unless I shed the bulk of the ugly unwanted paraphernalia, I will struggle to move on. I scan through the memories and try to sieve out the scars, let out the tears and weed out the creepers of negativity emanating from them, only to realize, that this isn’t so easy after all. I pause, reflect and persevere. I stand up once again, regaining my composure from those faltering steps. My perspective shifts. I admire the beauty of the blossoms, inhale its fragrance, breathe in the green elixir and look back at my ascent, celebrating my journey of becoming. I junk the unwanted garbage I was holding on to and continue with renewed faith, thanking heavens above, for guiding me towards its expansive blue arms waiting to welcome me into its embrace.
pic: self
the hushed dark of gloom
life sights a glimmer of light
soul sings song of hope
pic: self
a glimmer of light
shines on the dew studded bloom
embellished beauty
Once you walk into my trap,
I stealthily slither into your psyche
alluring you with my glittering confetti
sprinkling ephemeral stardust of euphoria.
Watching you battle with your oscillating willpower
I succeed in finally breaking its rampart
I watch you scuttle into the womb of my darkness
and let out a triumphant sinister smile!
I got this as a forward in one of my WhatsApp group. Isn’t it so true. In our busyness with everyday routine, finding time to just sit by yourself is a luxury, and I’m glad I indulged in this luxury on a short holiday last month. The rains were our constant companions. Throughout the journey, I admired how the rains transformed the dry arid vista to a lush green panorama. During this short break we had all the time in the world to just sit by the window and watch the raindrops falling on the pane and listen to its song.
I watched in awe the myriad droplets coming down from the heavens, lingering on my pane before melding into the earthy bosom. Their incessant pitter patter kept me company as it lulled me to a sense of calm, such a refreshing change from the blaring city sounds. The raindrops created spontaneous patterns, each so unique and beautiful. As the hazy nimbus changed its costume, they gleamed and shimmered against the curtain of the ebony sky. The cicadas, frogs and other forest birds added to the musical orchestra of the nature’s grand symphony, with an occasional rumble and thunder by the grand old conductor flashing his lightning baton. They relentlessly continued all night. The next morning, I was greeted by a surreal sight. The dense canopy of green was covered by a duvet of a misty quilt as a faint glimmer of sunlight cast a prismatic glance, only to be hidden again behind the muted grey clouds, who decide that it’s time for their act to begin.
Never in my life have I witnessed non stop rains like this. And I’m glad that I listened to the raindrops that kept falling on my pane, for they rejuvenated me with their musical spell. I realized that sometimes, we just need to drop everything and learn to listen. It is truly therapeutic. Sharing a few pictures of the beautiful raindrops and the early morning sky.
Disjointed letters, scattered emotions
embroiled in a tug of words
unsettle the sync of thoughts.
They find a cohesive coherence
under natures balmy umbrella
blossoming into a bouquet of ideas
Pic: Greg Rakozy@unsplash
mystical cosmos
ruminant mind deciphers
soul “trance-formation“
In the fast-paced world of today, we are always on the move, manoeuvring our way through the labyrinth of maze called life. We juggle our responsibilities between work and home often struggling to find a balance between them. We find ourselves inundated under the hustle bustle of busyness, that we just drift along each day.
Self-reflection is an essential component that helps aligning our life with our goals and values. We all need a gentle reminder at times to slow down, pause and peek within, to find that balance. So, let’s indulge in some soul talk and self-love, and embark on a transformative journey.
silent reflections
distance the worldly clamor
self-discovery
Dusk enters the threshold of the waning day
an ethereal blush transcends the horizon
bedazzling the firmament with a golden aura
Nest bound birds warble in a rhythm
the eventide glow balms the weary soul
as he unwinds under the canopy of the celestial spell.
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