Expression of being.

Sometimes words are not enough to pacify.
Showing the presence of one's being is necessary.

Expression of a mental bond imperative.
Existence of attention needs to be declarative.

Holding a hand in times of need important.
Offering a shoulder to cry on, a reinforcement.

So shake off that inhibition and make your presence felt.
You never know who is waiting for that aura,
 to make their hearts  melt.

Radha-Krishna

Tempest of Emotions

Tempest of emotions churning inside the stomach.
Unbearable pain which fails to subside.

Huge void which gets deeper everyday.
The absence of feelings arise.

Continuous pining for missing aura.
Dwelling within swollen heart.

Thoughts haunting like ghosts.
Clinging like vines.

Waiting for return.
Of presence.

Which imparts,
Life.

Bravehearts

Selfishly yours!

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.

To each his own.

Can eyes capture beauty? Can beauty be beheld?
Is beauty a joy for ever? Even for the beholder?

Does one mean everything, for The One, for the rest of their lives?
Do promises hold their ground, do they survive?

Can love stand the test of time? Can time really fly?
Can love be summarized? Or is it just glorified?

Can time heal all wounds? Can wounds not leave scars?
Not leave any hint of pain? Inflicted through egoistical disdain?

Does love mean the whole world for us? Does it grow roots?
Does it make one grow fonder? Or compiling years make it wander?

 Do lives get entwined with each other? Do two  hearts beat as one?
Do souls find their mates for ever? Do they exist always together?

To each his own, answers to questions vexed.
Everyone's idea of love, differs from the next.

What matters most is the experience of love.

Either  momentarily or for eternity.
Love heals broken hearts and souls, back to whole.

Questions?

Answers to all our questions are buried deep within us.
Dig a little deeper and they shall find us.

We don't find them for we are dishonest with ourselves.
Let honesty do the searching and they shall find us.

Questions don't arise for we expect answers from others.
They are directed towards others  for we  are afraid of answering them.

Let integrity do the questioning and the answers shall find us.

Love is...

Love is...
Like the air, invisible, untouchable but paramount to life.
An emotion, a void filled, completeness, paramount to happiness.

It is...
A feeling, a whisper, a simple touch, paramount to survival.
Like a fantasy, an imagination, a dream, paramount to ambition.

Love is...
Family, friends, a society, paramount to continuation.
Celebrations, festivals, customs, paramount to joy.

It is...
Like a soul within a body, otherwise just muscles, bones, blood and nerves.
Love is paramount to existence.

Morning stroll 3

The sky burst open like a volcano, spewing  lava in all directions, spreading, flowing like river of death. Consuming everything in its wake and its path.

It burst open like a heart, broken  into a million pieces, bleeding pain. Consuming the one whose was broken.

It's just a way of looking at things,

for the sky exploded with warm gentle sunlight, spreading, flowing like river of life. Reviving everything in its wake and its path.

It exploded like a heart, into a million pieces, with joy that could'nt be contained inside anymore. Revitalizing, disburdning, whose burst.

It's just a way of looking at things,

For even if it were lava, time turns the fields of destruction into most fertile lands.
For even if the heart were broken, time gives ample opportunities to heal and repair, turning it into flourishing abode.

It's just a way of looking at things.

The morning stroll

                           Photo Credits Go To Zubin Oommen Ittyerah

  Walking hand in hand towards rising hope, welcoming a new day.

   On a road uncluttered and clear made of faith.

   Cool, calm breeze ruffling the hair, could turn into a storm.

   Reminding, urging to be one another's  pillar of strength.

   Flowers of prosperity blooming, filling the heart with contentment.

   Finding joy in each other's company, feeling safe.

   Street lights , the guiding lights, like the trust within.

   For life will happen everyday if we have each other.

What if?

Love should have the freedom of choice and expression.
If the Sun were love, one should soar in the sky as a bird  to embrace it, at the same time, be as grounded and patient as the sand which eventually receives the warmth.Turning it into miles of gold.
Love is  bound with the strings of the soul, not with words, actions or blood. It plays its own music, has its own language; understood by some but misinterpreted by most. What if everyone interpreted it as it was meant to be.

What if words were heard through the beating of the heart?

Emotions were seen through the windows in the eyes?

A touch felt deep within the mysteries of the soul?

Feelings were spoken through waves in the brain?

What if one could smell the love in the air?



How loud would be the whispers of the beating heart!

How clear the confusions within the eyes!

How steady the fluttering touch within the soul!

How electric the static language of the brain!

How profound the subtle fragrance of love!


What if...

Photo Credits Go To Amita Sinha

The Pine forest.

These photographs  of Pine forest were posted by my cousin Harsh Prasad while he was in Nepal.
The trees look intimidating with their straight trunks. Tall, arrogant, ready to hurt to survive, just like the human mind...only humility, humbleness and self content can make way in such a forest, to give rise to empathy for others.

Trees of ego growing like spears, on the fertile land of the unconscious.
Rising up to the sky, battling their own demons by piercing hearts of others...

...but only humility and humbleness could pave a path amongst them.
leading to love in the heart, for others.

Holi

One of the most joyous, happy, fun filled festivals of Hindus. It brings people of India together, irrespective of their cultural or religious beliefs. The spirit of Holi rubs on people like perfume in the air. The colours of Holi bind the people of India into one beautiful multicoloured fabric.

Promises.

Lovers promise the Sun, the Moon and the Stars; eternal love and  lifelong commitment. Love elevates a person to superhuman capacities, turning mediocrity into excellence in the hearts and minds of the one who loves.

Expectations rise when in love,  the heart swells with faith in  another person more than one believes in themselves. The world shrinks into a very small bubble with just the two of them.

But...can one actually promise anything to anybody when they themselves do not know, what is waiting for them in future? Can one really promise to keep one happy when they themselves don't know what makes them happy?

Still ,we defy nature and make promises, promises for the future. Future, which is as unpredictable as life. Forgetting the need to believe in today, this very moment,  the present which is as true and predictable as death itself.

When we love someone,  it is not promises for the  future that counts or are believable . It is  "this moment" "right now"  what matters and as time passes, promises have to be extended, kept and renewed every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every week,  every month ,every year and years to come.

Yes!  It is neither easy nor a bed of roses. As tiring as it might sound and feel, that is what  a promise means. It is a job which needs one' s attention, focus, every breath, every moment for the rest of one' s life. A herculean task? True! That is what love is all about, one  true moment at a time.

                                          Photo Credits Go To Shalini Prasad

Abhisarika

This painting depicts a young woman in love, "Abhisarika" refers to a lady who does not care about what the world thinks or says about her, she is in love and intends to meet her beloved without worrying about the consequences.I tried to look up an English word for this particular word in Hindi but could not find one.

February

Love cannot be categorized, compartmentalized, labeled, described, defined or forced; it is pure, unconditional, effortless and as natural and necessary as breathing.