Random Pic Random Post 5: Holiday

3D white wooden table looking out to a defocussed tropical lands

Just You and Me

Sitting by the ledge overlooking a serene lagoon

Feet slightly immersed in cool water,

Little happy fish celebrating our togetherness.

Bliss.

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A life-changing event

* 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

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The Miracle of Love

I speak not, of love between lovers
For it’s been talked about for eons and ages
What I see from here is something higher
The love a mother showers upon her toddler.

The smile so pretty, that she gives times many
A single touch motherly, seems sweeter than honey.
It assures the child of arms always wide open,
To cuddle up in, fear comes when.

She takes away all pains, good or vain
And sees to it that her child smiles again.
She wipes his tears with, neither hand not cloth.
Her words alone, an assuring lot.

Whether the child is ten or as old as thirty
But for a mother, he’s always her kiddie
She conveys to the child, in moment every,
That her love’s always there – eternity.

 

PS: Updated and Republished from Dreamz Forever

 

Diaries of the Hechicera: The love she knew and the love that grew

His face was not very clear

There was dream upon dream
She waited eternally for him to appear
But her dream was still a dream

“O! Please please come soon, dear
Come and take over my life
I want to see you, touch and hear!
The stories of your life and strife.”

She would beckon in her dream
To that hazy not-so-clear face
And imagine him standing close to her
Real close, like a miracle on a good day.

The love she finally knew, twice,
Was ugly and wild, for all that she grew

Her hopes, aspirations, all the anticipation,
Everything lost, evaporated like summer dew.

Little did she know that this was not to be
For there in time, waiting, was someone worthy
She knew not, the test of her lord,
She was being groomed to become adored
She imagined her life, disintegrating, bit by bit
Her fate was, in truth, being sealed in the right orbit.
And her life was being set so so right.

Her destiny took her to true love
The love she knew earlier was a hallucination cove.
She thought she had seen it all
But the truth struck her with his arrival.
There he came, her Knight in shining armor, riding the sea waves
His arrival was so calm, absolutely a wonder

He came, bruised and battered, soul searching
Found solace in her suffering and healing.
She gave him what he missed, he gave her love

He gave her what she missed, she gave him trust.

Had their fates been sealed earlier? One does wonder.
When the universe decides to give the love u knew
Is there anything else that you wish to do?
You start believing that it is a circle
Life falls into its destined oracle

Why do you think it was over then?
Because, it’s never over, ever.

There was another story in the offing
The story had someone and you starring
The Love she knew, was the love that grew
The love he deserved was the love she gave

And they lived, happily ever after.
And they lived, happily ever after.

Diaries of the Hechicera: Bleeding Roses

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Image Credit: Nicolas Raymond

In my mind’s eye, I envisioned a story that had no beginning,
Years and years of wait, is what I could only imagine.
Life’s most fruitful years, one by one just disappeared
Left me wondering, wandering, perplexed and tired.
It’s raining bleeding roses. Know it. It’s raining bleeding roses.

In my sweet innocent little heart, I heard a heartbeat whisper,
It questioned, in doubt, finally!! Will the wait be over?
And I really really thought, it would be,
So I convinced my innocent heart, hour after hour.
It was raining bleeding roses, I didn’t know. It was raining bleeding roses.

There they were, the heart and mind, rejoicing a tad bit early,
For in store for them, was a story that would leave them both gory.
I had no answer, nothing to tell them, their eyes reflecting hurt deep,
For they felt that I had betrayed them, beyond repair, ruthlessly.
Would you please tell them I hadn’t known, it rained bleeding roses?

Would you? You? and You? Please explain, clarify for me?
I am as innocent as a child’s playful glee?
I had no vendetta, I had no theory,
I hadn’t any big wishes, except for joys and a bit of cheer.
I knew not, truly, dear heart, we had bleeding roses in store.

Stories that have no beginnings, tales without endings,
That start lonely, and end lonely, they rain bleeding roses.
Of hearts that cry and learn to live alone and stop questioning,
They just keep sucking manna out of solitary trysts, always beckoning.
They know now, that life will always rain bleeding roses.

Know it, heart. Know it, mind. It’s always going to rain,
And rain it will, in soft and tender, beautiful bleeding roses.

When rains spelt love

Here is one of my favourite songs on rain:

 

Once upon a time, rains spelt love.

Teenagers to adults loved rains because they signified the onset of tea and snacks evenings.

Poetry was written on rains.

I wrote poetry on the rains.

Today, however, I hate rains. I shouldn’t be making such a hard hitting statement. But rains today mean danger. Floods. Destruction. Losses.

Everywhere, rains leave a trail of havoc in their wake.

Nature is not to blame though.

The governments, the administration, the state politicians – who all to name?

The Bird of Paradise – India, where there should never have been a water problem, neither should there have been a drought, we see both the problems happening simultaneously. While regions are being flooded, some states still face water problems and drought.

So today, come rainy season, and my heart flutters, not in love, but in fear that the news may bring another disaster every day.

She sold herself

“Aseen sajna tuti yaari da, ajj tak afsos manaunde rahe…
Tusee heera gawa ke khush phirde, asee pathran laay pachtaunde rahe”

I am nursing my broken heart, and still mourning for it till date,
You are happy losing a diamond, I am still regretting the loss of a pebble.


She was hurled out the car by the man she loved. She was drunk, drugged and high. Wandering on the streets aimlessly in the dark of the night, she sized up her past two relationships. They were more physical than emotional. Emotional at her end, but the men, only wanted her body. She couldn’t see it. Everyone tried to show her the truth. She defied.

She did not want to believe them, because she believed him. He wouldn’t commit. Yet, she believed him. There were red lights every time they spoke about marriage. Yet, she believed him. He would avoid talking about ‘us’. She had never been in any of his future plans. Yet, she believed him.

Today, when he unceremoniously hurled her out of his car, bang on the highway, in a state of stupor, her eyes suddenly saw what everyone was trying to show her. It was her body he had wanted all along. It was only sex. No love. She was dazed at the realization. All alone.

Passersby look at her – wierdo. She is talking to herself.

I am a commodity. You never loved me. I am only a commodity. How dare you do this to me. You knew HE had used me too, before you. Yet, you did the same thing to me. Nobody sees the heart that beats inside a woman’s body. A woman is only the sum total of her physical assets. You know what? So be it. If that is what it is, then that is what it is gonna be.

She is seen at red light areas now – in the same stupor, red-shot eyes and swaying in lilting dresses. People still use her. Use her body. At least, this time, she knows that that is what they want from her. At least, this time, they won’t take her heart and mangle it into a million bloody shreds. At least, they pay her now. She can always buy those drugs and keep herself high. Until her last breath. Bastards.

Built from: Heroine, Fashion and The Dirty Picture