You and I have adorned these hues for long,
We have been identified with and been judged for the same,
Let’s change our identities,
Let’s give room to another set of judgements,
Let’s exchange our colours.
perspective : desire : colours
A lack, a loss,
A pain, a suffering,
A broken dream,
An unfulfilled desire,
A longing of eons,
A want of ages,
All make us feel,
Life is over.
But the truth is,
A lack makes space,
For something else,
To fill in.
A loss gives a chance,
To gain wisdom.
A pain makes one accept,
That life is not all roses,
Some thorns are needed,
To make the journey worthwhile.
The suffering is a stage,
Which transforms one,
To unveil the light,
Of the inner self.
A broken dream,
Inspires to dream again.
An unfullied desire,
Keeps the fire alive,
To keep going and achieving.
A longing of eons,
Makes one realise,
The value of a moment.
A want of ages,
Makes one understand,
The fleeting nature of things.
And one comes to a conclusion,
Behind this lack,
Behind this loss,
Behind this pain,
Behind this suffering,
Behind this broken dream,
Behind this unfufilled desire,
Behind this longing of eons,
Behind this want of ages,
Something still remains.
life: learning : truth
Each one of us has a fantasy, a longing, a desire, to have that perfect night. A night filled with magic and love. Some like it simple like any other silent night. Some love it like a celebration with the festoons and confetti. Some yearn for a total trance of the starry sky. Some need just the lunar charm. Some need solace and solitude. Some need a confidante to contribute. But all need something in the night that they miss in the day light.
The night carries me to,
A magical world of love,
And a surreal terrain of joy,
Where stars twinkle brighter,
And create a scintillating mosaic,
In the pristine blue waters,
With the breeze smothering my tresses,
And nudging me to dance,
To the tunes of the night’s notes,
And live this night fully,
In ecstasy and bliss.
night : bliss : moon
I found freedom in,
Dancing to my own music,
And singing my own song,
Unapologetically being myself,
Every single moment,
Even if I falter and break a bone,
Or strain my vocal chords,
I’ll just push myself more,
And expand my existence,
Like this limitless sky above.
I relished every moment,
From the glory of morning-
The fresh fragrant breeze,
That invigorates those weary senses,
The sweet songs of birds,
That make this ambience magical,
The balmy rays of the sun,
That inspires one to go ahead with the day,
Like a fire that lights up everything it touches.
And as the night beckoned,
I simply relaxed imagining,
The majestic mountains,
And the enigmatic sun dance,
The blooming valley,
And the aromatic air,
The soulful sky,
And the calming water,
The morning bird songs,
And the evening starry nights,
All that nature has offered,
Generously to us,
Every single moment.
If ever I felt lonely,
With no one to hear and speak,
I talked to the trees,
These little flowering buds,
The cuckoo and the crow,
Sitting on the porch,
Or my little pet dog.
I went beyond human dependency,
And experienced a connection,
With other lifeforms too.
Days pass in joy,
As I live to the fullest,
Learning and sharing,
Creating and caring.
Again the night arrives,
With a full moon this time,
That gives hope to everyone,
To be child-like and dream,
To love this life and stay adventurous,
To think of the unimaginable,
To talk about the unbelievable,
And,
To never give up in life.
As I fall asleep,
I live an explorer’s life,
Who packs his bags,
And goes on an adventure-
A trek to the mighty Himalayas,
A deep dive in the deep Pacific,
A skydiving thrill in the listless sky of Dubai,
Cycle non stop in tour d’France,
Or run a half marathon in an event,
Somersault like a gymnast in a circus,
Dance and swirl on my toes like a ballet dancer,
And make every moment truly enjoyable,
Sharing a playful vibrant smile,
And a pristine sparkling love wherever I go.
LIFE: FREEDOM: HAPPINESS
Ever seen how this moon, the sky, the breeze, and the water, remind you of old times. So is tonight, a reminder of a long-lost love. But it inspires you to grow out of the loss, the pain, and shine like never.
The Lines
The fiery moon and the calming, breezy night,
The moon sets itself on fire,
And brightens the inky indigo sky,
And the pitch blue water beneath,
Revealing the unfulfilled passion,
Of forlorn love,
An unrequited emotional encounter,
With a lover of a stark disposition.
The breeze of detachment,
Tries to obscure this fiery night,
And makes everything look hazy.
But it fails in a manner so miserable,
That the moon shines to its full glory,
And keeps burning the entire night,
Beckoning all and reminding them,
That the painful love stories linger the longest.
Reiterates with its envying resplendence,
Let the pain linger,
Let it burn you,
For life is all about passion,
A desire to love and confer it too.
And in this fire gives rise to beautiful art,
A poetic soiree,
A piece of a musical symphony,
Or a breathtaking dance recital,
And in time one ought to shine, And glow forever.
Moon: Love: Shine
Love, in separation, love in unrequited ness, and unspoken love, are beautiful aspects of the entire thing.
This episode speaks about how a woman loves a man. The poem uses the figure of speech, a simile, to describe a woman’s love like that of a flower, and the man as a sun.
The Title- When a Woman Loves
Seeds of desire,
when planted inside a woman’s heart,
Become coy buds, blushing in the presence of her man,
And blossom into vibrant flowers at the very glance of him.
But such flowers are bound to wither,
As springtime of love is momentary,
but the autumn seems eternal.
Such is the tragedy of a woman’s unspoken love,
Which blooms in the lovers’ presence,
To dwindle soon in his lack of admission.
The flower is ready to bloom again,
Waiting for the time, for the lover to acknowledge,
The reason for its existence.
As the roots of unrequited love penetrate deep within,
Suffering pangs of the longing for a cherished moment,
That she can relive again.
This is how a woman loves,
Like a silent prayer,
Of a flower to the sun,
Which nourishes her,
Though from a distance,
And she longs to be with him, forever.
The deepest core of her being,
Longing for those beams,
Of light and life,To keep her alive forever,
But she doesn’t realize,
Her mortal existentialism.
After a pensive phase,
And an introspection of her reality,
She contemplates the futility of this desire,
And desires to fulfill this sole wish,
To admire his glory,
from far away.
She tries to spread her fragrance,
To entice his masculinity,
To garner his admiration,
But, the wind flows in the opposite direction,
Diluting her daintiness,
With its gusto, and strength.
And this sweet desire,
Of her tender heart,
Remains in her heart itself.
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Love: Beauty: Life
Tulip Brook 