New Year Wishes

May the New Year bring rays of sunshine in your life...

Bright enough to make you shine like the silver mountains in the distance.

May your future be as  brilliant as the shimmering snow, capping the peaks.

May you glow with health and be as strong as the mountain range itself.

May hope glimmer in your eyes like the vast expanse of blue sky.

May the sadness, if any, in your heart, be lifted like fog by beaming smiles of loved ones.

May you always cry tears of joy and laugh in the face of adversity.

May you be good, do good, see good and inspire goodness in all.

                                   Photo Credits Go To Meenakshi Bakhshi.

The Setting Sun

The Sun sets behind the mountains, wrapping up a whole year, a decade. Taking with it countless breaths of people, their efforts to survive, their love their joy. Their pain their loss.
Like an angel's halo, the ring of light above it promising a new day, a new era, when it rises again the next day. Piercing, dispelling darkness. Rising to give new meaning to existence. For new beginnings.

 Photo Credits  Go To Meenakshi Bakhshi .

The Healer

Why  the roller coaster of emotions?
Highs and lows, hugs and blows.
One day lovestruck and taken,
Next day completely heartbroken.

Is it actually someone else's doing?
Or one's inner battles.
Neglecting our own consciousness,
Letting others rip it to tatters.

Would it happen if we loved our souls more?
Than the one's who is breaking it.
Expecting others to make you better,
When you are your own best healer.

Life

There is more to life than pleasure and pain.
The universe is out there for experiences to be gained.

Life needs to flow like a fresh water river.
Emotional stagnation shouldn't stop it ever.

Armed with armour of knowledge and love.
Explore the world and rise above.

For life is not only about  personal happiness,
It's  about  what is our role in the world and usefulness.

The Rain

The rain drenches that part of the heart which had been lying barren in all the other seasons.

Like a bird, it soars to touch the limitlessness of the sky, to gather wind in its  feathers.

The sound of pouring rain births that piece of the jigsaw puzzle, which had been missing in all the other seasons.

Filling the void, painting the big picture, completing the circle of life.

Ceasing to exist.

If you stop writing and they stop reading, you shall stop existing for each other.
Living blissfully in their own parallel worlds, just ceasing to exist  in  each other's.
Like the smoke, disappearing into the thin air. One minute there, the next gone forever.
Like a rainbow, vibrant and beautiful and a virtual illusion.

                    Photography Credits Go To Ananya & Shriya

Getting used to.

Getting used to the Sun rising,
from behind buildings, instead of mountains.
Getting used to the Moonshine,
having to compete with the bright lights.

Learning to like the concrete jungles,
Instead of the hills and lakes.
Learning to love the patch of green,
amongst the high-rises, instead of endless span of trees.

Adapting to breathe in air, less clean,
than the one we took for granted.
Adapting to survive life and its surprises,
learning, getting used to, as each day passes.

Gemstones.

Fireflies of sunshine shimmering atop hills of Jade.
Or are they gentle Emerald waves, in which the boats swayed.

Turquoise of sky spreading blue in the ocean,
Sapphire waves reflecting, hide and seek in motion.

If only the arch were a ring and water could be carved.
What a brilliant gemstone ring nature could have served.

                     
                      Photography Credits Go to Shaishav Agarwal

Temporary ripples.

Sometimes, the pain gets excruciating, 

emptying the lungs off all the air, 

leaving us gasping for survival.

The heart ache so acute,

that it renders the body invalid,

crawling to get through the days.

Hope is lost, 

happiness becomes just a word, 

the world seems to be like a sinking ship. 

But, it's just a phase, rest assured,

You will breathe again,

you will get up and walk again,

you will swim to the shore, in one piece.

For life is life, 

It flows, like a river,

nothing is permanent or stagnant,

be it pain or pleasure.

Acceptance

Sometimes the senses are numbed,
by the forces of the unseen.
The silence, a defence,
against the loudness of thoughts within.

The world  thrown out temporarily,
from the maze of the brain.
The people, shut out,
to keep the  pounding heart sane.

Only the grace of acceptance,
paves the path for survival.
In the forest of doubts and distrust,
for lost faith's revival.

After the Sundown

Road trip

The immediate lack of energy, somberness and loneliness of the evening, right after the Sun bids goodbye...

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...being made up by the energy and brightness exuding from the man made  strings of vibrant stars.

Sundown

Road trip

        The Sun calls for attention like a sparkling gemstone in a ring.

 Far away from the madding crowd, the Sun sets behind the          mountains, promising another part of the world a beautiful new day.

Road trip

Breaking Dawn.

Sun & Clouds

The Sun and the clouds.

Colony of Bats

Looked up the tree and thought " they" were Weaverbird nests but then one of them stretched its wings.

Colony of Bats in a botanical garden.

Magic of Spring

Spring

 

 After the cold and chill of winters, can feel Spring approaching, silently, slowly.

Words-2

Actions define a person but words are...

like  a soothing balm on open wounds,
like a strong string that binds and holds.

Like a comforting blanket to keep us warm,
like a finger caressing a face to make one calm.

Like an embrace which holds you tight,
like the lamp which shows you the light.

Like the most beautiful painting ever painted,
like the most unforgettable dream ever dreamt.

They can uplift, they can depress,
they can make you ecstatic no less.

They can drive you crazy with anger,
 Or make your emotions stay in a dangle.

They can break you, make you and lose all tact.
Words are just words but they entice us to react.

The Ghost Town

Nature's beauty surplus,
houses unfinished.
Water in abundance,
unoccupied homes with dust.

Selfishly

Miss you, like I would miss myself,
 if I stopped looking into the mirror.

Hate you, like I would hate myself,
if I was remorseless after being wrong.

Feel guilty, like was neglecting myself,
if I don't think about you.

Yes! it hurts to feel that way,
but makes me feel alive too.

For love you, like I love myself,
selfishly, unconditionally, unapologetically.