The mountain peak was exhilarating
Until the vision appeared,
stark naked truth.
The mountain peak was exhilarating
Until the vision appeared,
stark naked truth.
I bought some gem stones today.
Also a bracelet made with all the stones. But then, I was debating how much more to spend, for it’s an endless street. You go in, and unless your brain pulls you out, you just don’t stop. I got so attracted to Malachite that I just couldn’t express. I went wayyyy beyond my budget to indulge in … yes, gem stones.
But then that’s not what I want to tell you about.
This very benign gentleman, humble as ever, recognized me as soon as I entered Lucky Gems. He was very happy to see me. We got talking and he said he had just returned from Kashmir, having spent 20 days with his Sufi guru.
And I was really amazed. He was so humble. He said something that really struck me.
In his words,”My Guru says that we plan such huge things, big dreams, bigger houses, long cars, huge bungalows, loads of money, but we don’t realize that the ENTIRE life is inside just that O.N.E. L.I.T.T.L.E. H.E.A.R.T.B.E.A.T. That’s all. Jab tak woh dhadkan hai, tab tak zindagi hai.”
Now, can I say without a doubt that this bit of knowledge has made me millions more richer than any money would.
I told him, “Uncle, you know, what I just bought from you might be precious gem stones, but they are not the most valuable thing that I am taking away with me from you – it’s these words that you just said, that are precious.”
And I just came back home, ONLY to blog about this, and share my ecstasy with the world.
I will add pictures of my coveted bracelets and stones in my subsequent blog posts.
For now, I am mighty enchanted. Mmmm…
Hechicera means Enchantress – one who can put a spell on you with her qualities.
Today, Hechicera reveals herself.
She is the girl next door , the girl of your dreams, the lady in your fantasies.
She is a dreamer, a compulsive dreamer. She is inside you – the person who has always wished for the moon and the stars. She lives in her own world, she has her own language, she sings her own songs…
She has nothing to do with the big bad world. In her little world, there is only love, affection, kindness and gentleness. She does not want to leave her world. She wants to stay there forever. She wants her friends and her love to join her in her world. She wants to keep them away from the big bad world.
Call her Maya. She is Maya – the lady who danced in green fields in the white dress.. her dupatta flowing with the winds… her arms dancing to the enchanting tune… she is your imagination.
She is on a journey towards the Unknown. But she has faith that the Unknown will be where her heart is. She is constantly searching for the elusive someone. She is searching for her heart. She thinks the destination will be the start of another journey. If you follow her, she will crumble away into nothingness. If you try to touch her,she will melt away. If you want her, you can never have her. If you already have her, you can never lose her. She – is Hechicera.
Who is YOUR Hechicera? Why is she your Hechicera?
Let us see you answer this one. I would like to know who Maya is for all of you out there reading this fantasy story.
* Disclaimer: No assumptions please. I am a hopeless romantic and love to weave tales triggered by real life. The inspiration for this story was my birthday that just went by.
She was caught off-guard.
It was her birthday. She was not really expecting something life changing. Maybe an Armani watch, and/or a birthday card, maybe some flowers.
A huge bouquet of 60 Dutch Roses and authentic Lilies adorned her center table, along with a hugggggge greeting card.
And she smiled. She knew something is still not revealed.
And he just announced!!
A life changing declaration!
For her, it meant promise, dignity, respect, hope and sophistication. For him, the definition of life itself.
“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.” ~ Kahlil Gibran
* Repost for my all-new audience, do check out the comments before each picture. 🙂
In one of my recent trips, I took these pictures again.. yes sky pictures.. somehow, these can never cease to bore me. I am so so sooo fascinated by the sky, especially when I am travelling.
These pictures have come out exceptional, especially the one which has the sun’s rays .. looks divine.
Do let me know if you all think so too. 🙂
Wanna play stepping stones? Notice the rays of the sun on the top left corner?
Annndd.. the plane tilted. 🙂
Doesn’t this look divine? Like the sun has just opened its armssss wideee.. !!
A Secret Kingdom lies beyond …
Sky or Ocean Waves??? SKYY definitely!!! Yes, really!!
Emotion: Torment, kashmakash
लाखों बार समझाया , फिर भी ये सपने पगले सपने
हर रात आकर जगा जाते हैं अरमानों की लहरें
क्यूँ होता है ऐसा , की हमको वो नहीं मिलता
जिसे हम तहे दिल से चाह कर पाने की रखते हैं तमन्ना
जले हैं हाथ फिर भी दिल को फिर से जलने दिया
लाख समझाया , फिर भी सपनों को दुबारा पलने दिया
हर दिन हर रात टूटके बिखरते हैं ये सपने
फिर सुबह सवेरे नयी डोर से लिपट जाते हैं पगले सपने
कौन समझाए इनको , की न हो इतने बेचैन
जब टूटना ही है हर रोज़ , तोह क्यूँ जुड़ते हैं सपने
जब टूटना ही है हर रोज़ तोह क्यूँ जुड़ते हैं हम ?
पगले कहती हो पूनम हमको , तुम हो सबसे बड़ी बावरी
जीना यही है जीना सीखो , हर पल में दुनिया भर लो
कल को ये तो नहीं ग़म होगा कि जिया ही नहीं , यह क्या किया
कल को मुड कर पीछे देखा , तो ज़िन्दगी रेत के कण की तरह
हाथों से फिसलती दिखेगी जब पूनम तुमको ,
तो क्या हुआ अगर ज़िन्दगी ने तुमको धोखा दे दिया ,
तब तुम यही सोचोगी , की सपने तो देखे , सपनो में तो जिया
I’ve told myself a million times, but crazy dreams just don’t listen to me.
Bringing waves of desires, every night, they overwhelm me.
Why don’t we ever receive that, which we desire
from the deepest depths of the heart?
Once bitten, yet I let my heart burn yet again,
Tried to stop a million times, yet let those dreams simmer again
Every night and every day, these dreams shatter
like shards of broken glass,
Yet the next dawn sees crazy dreams arising into a new beginning again
Someone implore them to exercise restraint,
Why arise and shine when they have to disintegrate every day?
Why we arise and shine when we have to disintegrate every day?
You call us crazy, but you are the biggest fool.
Know that this is life, your world in each of its moments,
At least you’d have no regrets tomorrow, on how you lived your life
Looking back at today, Punam, when you see your life
Escaping through your fingers like slippery grains of sand
To hell with life and its grand betrayals,
At least, you dreamt!!
At least, your dreams were alive!!
Laakhon baar samjhaya, phir bhi yeh sapne pagle sapne
Har raat aakar jaga jaate hain armaanon ki lehrein
Kyun hota hai aisa, ki humko woh nahin milta
Jise hum tahe dil se chah kar paane ki rakhte hain tamanna
Jale hain haath phir bhi dil ko phir se jalne diya
Laakh samjhaya, phir bhi sapnon ko dobara palne diya
Har din har raat tootke bikhar te hain yeh sapne
Phir subah savere nayi dor se lipat jaate hain pagle sapne
Kaun samjhaye inko, ki na ho itne bechaen
Jab toot na hi hai har roz, toh kyun judte hain sapne
Jab tootna hi hai har roz toh kyun judte hain hum?
Pagle kehti ho punam humko, tum ho sabse badi baawri
Jeena yahi hai jeena seekho, har pal mein duniya bhar lo
Kal ko yeh toh nahin gham hoga ki jiya hi nahin, yeh kya kiya
Kal ko mud kar peeche dekha, toh zindagi ret ke kan ki tarah
Haathon se phisalti dikhegi jab punam tumko,
To kya hua agar zindagi ne tumko dhokha de diya,
Tab tum yahi sochogi, ki sapne toh dekhe, sapno mein to jiya
I have a very strange life and a very strange habit.
Just before I go to sleep, my mind is racing.. and since I do not get to blog too much, I think a lot.. and I think entire blog posts which get lost in the labyrinths of my mind.
So during these moments just before dozing off, my mind is racing about some important topic I want to write about in my blog.. and it starts simulating the whole process.. exactly the way THIS very blog post is coming into existence. I start off with a good beginning, then move on to explaining the whole point of view and then end it – this process goes on without a hitch – in a very smooth practiced manner.
And what is even more stranger, yes, a friend just called me “psycho” – THRICE, playfully of course, but I positively do not like being called so – because it reminds me of someone else.. but that is besides the point – what is even more stranger, is that sometimes, i recite entire poems in my dreams/sleep/half-awake state – and these poems are actually beautiful poems, if only I could get up right then and record them… I don’t, obviously, and hence, I lose them in the memories of time.
Now, I wonder if this happens to anybody.
Because I am strange. Yes. But then, I would like to believe every person is, in their own right. I believe every person has his/her strange wierdo qualities that make them unique.
And I am proud of mine.. I am proud of the way I am.. the way my heart is, and the way my mind is.. I know I am capable of giving unconditional love, and that I am capable of keeping someone happy. This has been a quality in me that I cherish – the amount of patience I can have and the lengths I can go to, to “give”.
Sounds like justification? Ooppss!!
Coming back to writing, I must make more time for my blog.
I have so much to say.. so many thoughts rushing inside my mind and waiting to pour out.
Or I will surely go crazy.
PS: The last couple of days have been a bit on the rougher side, and I am feeling all weak and mentally worn out. So perhaps my next few posts might speak my state of mind… Never the less.. like life has seasons, my blog does too. I am just proud to be me. 🙂
Thank you for reading me.
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