Beautiful Delusion

AAgain the same feelings passed,

Which were strictly trespassed,

Heart, “how long will u be a kid”?

Demanding everything unlimited!!

Fear of losing something,

Which you don’t even possess,

If it’s given unconditionally,

Why it’s making you obsessed?

If everything was tangible,

Life would be easy to handle,

Wrath/Love like two different bangles,

Stay together yet never entangled.

Similar things happening,

Guilt of not forbearing,

What to trust and what to deny,

Can’t forgive and can’t even cry.

Nothing is said and done,

Things growing in the name of fun.

Come out of illusions,

Don’t jump to conclusions,

At most admire your fate,

If it’s yours it’s never too late.

Okay, let it be……………

Don’t hasten to decision,

Enjoy beauty in delusions.

Let God be your guide,

He loves you when He hides,

So He’s giving enough time,

To make these lines rhyme.

Appearance may deceive,

Dig deeper and perceive.

Don’t fool yourself with lies,

No need to Compromise,

If doing nothing seems wise,

Remember: Life is better otherwise.

For eternity, Only God is your light,

Hold faith, He’ll make it alright.

LoVe Dose

As I always say discovering yourself is the most interesting and exciting thing in the world. After all, we feel everything inside us and when we know what can sparkle us we can try to find it :) !

There is a saying 'Love heals', it definitely does. But, every healer has a recommended dose and unless you are given as much as you need, nothing helps! Recently, I had a brief encounter with an old acquaintance and it somehow clarified (and reminded), how much dose could put me back together.. The little gestures that could carry me away...
That unspoken agreement where you don't need to say everything ! That warmth which comes from being safeguarded. The comfort that is created after being vulnerable and yet not being judged. That extraordinary care where little 'extra' makes the big difference. And not to forget the intelligence , none can deny its charm and the respect it breeds!
The best part of this experience was, it was devoid of any sweet words! Imagine the mag…

Slice of a lost story - 1

Once while on their usual commute in the local train, she asked, "I often wonder why almost everyone
starts staring at me as soon as I enter the compartment. I know I ain’t that beautiful"!

And he replied, "when a cute kid comes around, don’t you feel like gazing upon him , googli woosh his cheeks, even talk and play with him if allowed ? …........ you are like that kid"!

Sensitive

Sometimes I don’t need big reasons to shed tears, just a little pinch and I am unstoppable. As far as I remember myself, it has always been that way, I could be hurt with a single word (not even a complete sentence). As a kid I was always told that I was morose and I believed it to be true until recently when I discovered ‘you are what you think you are’ and I replaced ‘being morose’ with ‘being sensitive’. I am not sure how many would get it, there are some people with whom we get really comfortable, to the extent that the child in us could dare to reveal itself! What if those people didn’t react to our childlike mannerism and instead termed it childish. It would be like thrashing that child mentally; which would eventually suppress his craving for being cosseted. Probably it was always suppressed, even when this person was actually a child and so he always felt being love deprived no matter how good several other things were. So the probable solution is to train the mind to apprecia…

Enriching my Odyssey

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