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Tuesday, 1 September 2015

Hearts too Big For the World....


“Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes just be an illusion.” ~ Javan
This is an open letter to all the girls who have ever felt like they had so much love to give, but no one to give it to.
To all those who sometimes feel so passionate about something they feel as though their heart is about to beat right out of their chest. For everyone who has ever felt contained by this world, or someone in it. Let go. Be bold and be beautiful. Live intentionally.
It is better to have a heart which is larger than life and ask life to expand, than to try to cage the only thing worth living for. Be proud in all that you love. Love fiercely, but remember the things which are worthy of your heart. It is a precious gift, which the larger its size, it seems, the easier it is for people to unwittingly take.

When you’re handing out pieces of your heart, don’t forget yourself.
One of the most beautiful love affairs each of us is capable of is the one we get to have with our self. Some of us are givers. We are intoxicated by the gratification of sourcing another’s happiness; by loving others so relentlessly, all of their sadness seems to melt away.
You have an insatiable need to help people, and a soul with a sensitivity immune to any logic against it. Sometimes you give so much though, that there is nothing left for yourself — nothing left for you to recharge on. You have to take the time to love yourself. And not just casually, but wholeheartedly.
Do what you thought you couldn’t do. Be who you always wanted to be. Stop being afraid to love yourself and love your life. If you are truly happy, it will be that much easier to bring happiness to others. Give a piece of your heart to yourself and its size will grow tenfold — you will have even more of it to spend on others.
There is no shame in being selfish every once in a while. Sometimes we have to be in order to determine how we best fit into the world. Take a break from watering everyone else’s spiritual garden, and take the time to cultivate the spirit within yourself. You might discover the most beautiful blossoms and become enchanted by their aroma.
Love yourself. Love yourself. Love yourself. Loving others will easily follow.

Don’t forget your solo… your heart has a beautiful beat. Dance to it.
You have beautiful things to offer the world, and a destiny full of surprises. Why do you insist on sharing the spotlight of your life when you are so clearly made to shine? Your talents and beauty ought to be shared with the world — you ought to be celebrated. So why do you forget your solo in your tireless pursuit of a duet?
You want so badly to share the stage with someone that you are slowly denying yourself the opportunity to shine alone. You see, love is not an effort to find someone who completes your duet. You must be complete on your own. Your strength ought to be derived from within, therefore you may always find it.
Do not rely on another to make you feel worthy of applause, you are perfectly capable of achieving standing ovations on your own! You may share the stage with a partner, but please let it be as equals. Don’t deny yourself the beauty of enriching the person that you are and allowing others to see the originality of your extraordinary soul.
Love is not about finding the perfect duet. It’s finding another solo which complements yours perfectly. It’s finding another solo which you could watch in awe a million times and still want to watch it again.
It’s performing your solo and knowing, without a doubt, every time, you’ll look into the audience and see love in the eyes of the first person standing in applause. It’s performing together with an individuality that seamlessly flows into an entirely new masterpiece, but you know this one isn’t meant for the stage.
You know that no one else could appreciate its beauty like the two of you, but you don’t mind. Because the affection and awe you feel toward it is more than enough. You know it doesn’t need to be in the spotlight. This performance is far too precious to be subject to that kind of scrutiny. So remember your solo and revel in the spotlight.
Leave your duet for the passion of the shadows.


 ~ Becca Allen is a passion enthusiast, who believes that everyone has something special to add to the world, but not enough people have the courage to pursue it. She soars freely through the life she owns heart-first. She has a Bachelor of Science in Biology and is pursuing her Masters in Art Therapy. Over the past few years she has been walking a path of self-discovery and uninhibited expression in an attempt to live a more authentic life. She celebrates life and shames no emotion. Becca encourages others to dream big and to never be afraid to be who they truly are. She is an artist, of paint and of words, intoxicated by inspiration and the hopes of inspiring others.
via Rebelle Society

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

COLOURS

The mind wanders
and thoughts fly
 to finding neverland
a land of possibilities
dreams & creations
that flow through me.
The darkness is surpassed
as i see light
walking towards me
tall & stout
exuding the love, the pride
Holding my hand
we walk out together
to fresh air
and take the leap of faith
into the valley that's me
and find colours
i never felt.

Monday, 15 April 2013

Scribbling..

Tip Tap Toe
forgetting all woe
my face aglow.

Too muchly much
a tight
gripping clutch
of fears as such.

Mini Many More
moments galore
warm at the core
a part of my lore.

Shiest Shivering Shine
of love so divine
smelling of yummiest wine
His, mine & thine.

The Uninitiated

Olden
Dry
Patched
Frail
Full
Tight
Rigid
Cracked
Soppy
Closed..
Finished.

Abysmal Music

I bounce back
after every thought
every second that's packed
with an urge
to perturb
the silent strings of my music
Strumming what's music to the other,
I lose myself
in an abyss
where my melody echoes far from me
At a distance
where i can see
not even the horizon
no sign of existence.

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

Photography Blog!

Thinking of starting a new photography blog..! Okay..lets consider it under way!! :)

Sunday, 29 July 2012

The 'S' in Sufi..


 He bowled me over 
Not withstanding
the shackles of
the reckless mind
I gave myself totally
fell into the profundity
and never came back
His forty rules took care of me
and never let me go
astray
encouraging me to look within
and find myself
"A good man complains of no one;
he does not look to faults", he says.
Breaking the 'I' bit by bit
my soul wants 
to be engulfed
and enamored 
more and more
Taking my first step 
to the inward journey
towards becoming whole..


~ Dedicated to Shams of Tabriz, His words and His beautiful companionship to the greatest Sufi poet of all times - Jalāl ad-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī  popularly known as 'Rumi'. 
I don't know whether I'll end up becoming a Sufi, but yes this book "The Forty Rules of Love by Elif Shafak, definitely introduced me with the 'S' in the word Sufi. I from all my heart thank my friend Ankur for lending me this book and helping in opening new vistas for me. :) This book was not only a brilliant read but as my poem suggests, helps you to take that first step towards your beautiful within. And its not like the dreary books which tell to "Self Inquire".. Like its apparent, it brings out  the poet in you..your most beautiful self! :')




Sunday, 15 July 2012

No-Vice

How new
or how fresh
should one be
to have no vice?


Untrained for the
viciousness outside
and a nobody 
in the vulture's eyes.


To become luscious
one needs to absorb
a lot more than
just goodness


cater to the 
prying eyes,
push and pull
and go with the flow.


Some eventually rise
slowly and steadily up the surge
while some pay the price
just for being a novice
with no vice.

Friday, 13 July 2012

Caught in the dark



Grumbling clouds and vein-like sparks
Whistling wind and rain drop marks.
in the distant street, a dog, a bark.
the sound of an owl, a noise so dark.
The tweet of the bird, the squeak of the tire
A forgotten dream in the notes of a lyre
the rising smoke from a distant pyre
the hem of an escaping dress caught in wire.
The struggle to be free, to fulfill the hidden desire…
On a street where even love can be found for hire.
To love and to die, wishing for the only place left. Fire...
and only the fire can set them free.
The thoughts are endless, strong is the need
an innocent mind now possessed with greed..
all this while playing hard to get, life gets u right..Nice and sleek.

(With serious contribution from Rohan Dahiya! Author of the blog http://le-mot-tordus.blogspot.in/)

Breaking free...


Unexplored.


New found love
safe. not secure within an alcove
roars and gloats
at everyone down below
and above.

Total mess and a rage
behind bars its been
now out in the open
finally out of the cage.

Its wild and its murderous.
Out to slay everything
that bars its way.
Always been incredulous.

Its the urge to be loved 
and to express..
All this while.. years and eons
not anymore will it suppress.

A mad attempt to thwart
all rules and notions
breaking free of labels
learning the flying art.

Stripping off all that's old
with the new found love
holding hands & dissolving
discovering the lot
which was left unexplored.









Sunday, 8 July 2012

Release



A Walk down
a triple lane highway
A friend made
along the way
Oblivious to the
broken asphalt
a talk about forever dreams.
A thick sheer of clouds
heralding the onset of rain
the wind seems to be answering
billowing through the hair
leaving behind a whiff of scented air
a sign of the lurid drizzle by all means.
As the end of the road 
meets with the downpour
the head falls back 
as the drops caress
the contours of my face
carving curves as they slide off
ready for another chase.
I take it all in
as I stand there 
looking at the heavens
above around and within
so perfect so impeccable
how it untarnishes every thought
and every particle it leavens.






Barely afloat



Half  drowned
the leaf that's brown
withered and shriveled
once hanging above like a crown
sways and falls
plop on the water..
the feeling of the cool
bobbing away in the pool.

A drop falls from above
and it takes further down
the leaf that's brown
More drops, and
down falls the rain
sprouting more leaves
buds at first
waiting for the harsh winds
to finally turn brown
and fall down at last.

Tuesday, 26 June 2012

Nocturnal tear

When the moon shines bright
in the night sky
when the stars twinkle and
when the breeze passes by,
I sit out and look at the other world
so far and yet so nearby.
The star that falls down 
the Venus that stands so shy
brings me on too, to
the night and its joy.
The hooting of owls
The moon shines and
the star sparkles 
the sky droops down
and my world it does pry
The night shines
in my eyes too
as it mirrors itself
in the tear that trickles down
and I cry.

Tuesday, 12 June 2012

FearLess




Dancing is Music, is a Rhythm, is the Words of the soul, is Poetry




Whirlwind

Whirring past my ear

making the conspicuous sepulchral sound

whizzing about

creating a halo of dust

round and around.

The vision gets blurred

and finally obscures

the strength to judge

and perception 

becomes impure.

Running around in circles

realizing its all mental chatter,

falling down an abyss

I realize, that's where

lies the epicentre.

Summer Rain


Not the smell of the earth,
Not the silent trickle,
The rain brings with it
the open and free mind
full of dreams and
their gentle tinkle.

Sometimes heralded
sometimes broken.

A fresh new start
or a dead end,
A raging fury
or joy. Splendid.

Complicated as the summer rain,
emotions get notched in.
Mingled with wrath there's
a bubbling happiness.

Sometimes expressed
sometimes hidden.

Monday, 4 June 2012

Beyond the Lens


The hanging air,
and the held breath.
The perspective within
and without.
Its about the beholder
& not the beheld.

The journey from the mind
to behind the lens,
Is that of the sight
Beyond
the lens.

The world above, below 
and around
is a caricature of emotions.
Making sense of them and
putting them in a frame,
is a whiff of fresh air and surreal 
for an artist whose reality 
exists in frames.
Of make believe and real.

The capture does not bring the end
but maintains a lingering presence,
And proves that the realm Behind 
is as breathtaking as the Beyond,
for the picture on the wall
was once nothing..
but a sense.

Saturday, 2 June 2012

Notions

Just when we call it the end to a day, 
it comes peeping in, 
the pang of guilt and self ridicule, 
slick and sly. 

How easy it seems to shave your head, 

to slay your legs, 
to recall food as a distant enemy, 
and to convert to shreds. 

Notions. 
They hold your mind and they come to stay, 

to convert you to a fanatic, 
how easy it seems to die, 
as you realise you forgot to Pray.