Be a Bird.

Be a bird. Be unfettered and carry me on the wings.

Share the laughter, the mesmerising glee

Lock me up in your arms,

And dive away from the heat

Be a bird. Carry me within you.

With flowing dreams, talk to me the beliefs of love and beyond

Watch the evanescence of the day

And in a natural manner, make me uncover the woven song.

Lose your inhibitions. Be a bird.

Absence.

What if I go?

Leave the rain

Leave that walk in the night

Leave my favourite song behind

Would you remember my idiosyncrasies.

What if I go?

Would you catechize the crumbles of beguiling bond,

Cry or just sit in my favourite corner

And have a talk with the zephyr.

It is not too dreamy, is it?

Then maybe you could just make a promise

To show me a comely reflection

Beneath the countenance of present

That would be my life.

In your hands, when I am gone.

What if I indeed go?

I need you to buy me few breaths

To accompany me on the voyage

Of pretty life and prettier death.

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Now make an effort and hear this. Something which could just touch the deepest cord of the heart. An extremely beautiful composition!

Picture Source: weheartit

Warmth.

A message from hope,

"Crisp warmth demurely waits

Beyond dusty chase."

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Yes, I do talk of inspirational stuff on a Friday, 13th.

Written for: Haiku Heights

Image Source: weheartit

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Sigh! Google is such a darling.

Skip Things.

There are these things.

Huge, dark and loud.

Yelping out that it is too hard to hold on

But we do and we have a lot to be proud

Especially of that morose end

Which cradled a gorgeous start
Sigh! Those were things.

If the message beneath twisted strings

Tells me not to hunt down
The chapter which doesn't exist,

I will not carry on the search.

Because yes, I am irritably stuck

Right there inside of you.

So let go off your fears baby,

I am where I belong.

Skip the messy things for now
And merge me in your song.

Two And Singular.

Countless whispers,

Lurk in the shadows.

And the deep slumber on your chest

With stealth,

Dissolve in your charm and aura

Essay an attempt,

To shut down the tempest.

For what I carry,

Is perhaps a want, a desire!

Of jagged affection

Sweet and sour

Of ugly touch

With no folly bar

And the chord,

The one that is very gentle

Strike it with a mysterious mirth.

Shut the doors,

Descent in my arms

And let elation take its impending birth.

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Image Source: weheartit

For Life's Simplicity.

Sometimes when the only thing I admire or look up to loses its grace, I turn to you to rummage a world that might welcome me with open arms and embrace me with a kind and an affectionate touch. And that world is nothing but an embellishment of your comforting words.

You can call me susceptible, baby. But that does not worry me at all, as long as I have you. And let me be very honest here. Let me brace it up with truth. I have left my mind at the threshold. I do not require it, anymore. And I suggest you to do the same.

Staring at its countenance would lead you into nowhere.

Make an effort. Open the jammed door, silly.

And try to understand how I show the audacity and impudence (take it in a positive way) to stretch my limbs beyond conventions. To say that I am too stubborn to fall along the lines is misleading. It projects a wrong picture. The truth is, I just live every moment of being free. Call it a perverse set of thoughts. I don’t care. I live and do not impede others to live. My idea of survival might differ from theirs' but let me not indulge in a diabolic disapproval of others' lives. With different ideas, it would be pretty wise and judicious to display an even more beautiful and sound place. So let us try to express the magic of carving unusual pictures, just how I enjoy it. Simple up to the brim.

But before that, answer me. Do I make sense?

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The Apple of My Eye!!

For the times when you begged for food with that in-born obedience which you carry.

For the times when you didn't utter a word when we, by mistake, left you alone in the balcony or in any room. You stood by the door patiently and waited for us to use our heads and open the door. God, you are so sweet.

For the days when you pooped in the house and hid behind curtains or doors or under the dining table etc after getting a good scold from Mother India or out of sheer embarrassment. Khi Khi

For the days when you ran to the balcony to see us off. Awww

And for the days when you begged to go down to play with your friends and felt sad when no one gave you the permission.

ILOVEYOUSOMUCH.

You have always melted our hearts and made us fall in love with you deeper and deeper with you super cute ways:

When you sleep on the bed like you are the king whilst I sit on the carpet staring at you enviously.

When you jump around like crazy with love and over-whelming affection on seeing me, papa, mumma or bhaiya or just any random person.

When you play hide and seek with me. You are good player, by the way.

When you do not make noise no matter what and people ask us whether you bark at all.

And when, instead of giving us some warning like your species do, you sleep like a drunk during an earthquake. :P

To the most adorable being of our house,

HAPPY FIRST BIRTHDAY FRODO. You are a stupid lovely doggy. Period. <3

With Love

The girl whose Flip-flops you tore.

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THEN:

(First day at home.)

(Birthday boy has always maintained a pensive attitude.)

NOW:

(Waiting for the party to begin.)

(All eyes on pastries.)

(Birthday Boy)

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Dear 1st March'12, You Have Been Formally Placed in My Memory Box. Congratulations!

What if I say that I do believe in days full of enchantment and that some random impossible things do happen? Would you make a mockery of my childish belief or would you jump into the free cab that will take us on a beautiful ride?

Well, you better believe me darling!

I have always adorned a dream with wide open myopic eyes, to go on a trip with my friends and no person falling in the category of the boring or strict or irksome elders. My simple mind and its simpler dream received an unexpected warm welcome by 1st March 2012 in a very hatke (different) style. The day which is now nearing its end, was intact and dressed with little boxes of surprise which were impeccably placed on different hours.

And the best thing is that every single strand of me is glowing with the element of satisfaction and happiness and with a sense of achievement. (Achievement because the following was almost impossible for me to happen.)

*Gleaming eyes*

To cut the not-so-long story short, I went on a half-day road trip with my friends to a mind-blowing heritage hotel called Neemrana in Alwar district, Rajasthan. 

And before moving further let me share a very interesting fact- Being a resident of Greater Noida, I traveled four states to make the trip successful namely Uttar Pradesh, Delhi, Haryana and of course Rajasthan. (Ignoring the fact that these four are consecutively joined, it sounds so cool na!)

And following is a glimpse of the day:-

(Every nook and cranny of this place astounded me)

(It is like a maze. And we explored it like we have been Spirited Away.)

(Who cannot fall in love with this place?)

The day started with a group session of yawning and rubbing eyes and sleep-deprived brain working at four in the morning and yawning some more and ended with a heart full of moments which shall be cherished for life.

C'mon, it was my first trip with friends, after all. And you know what, I can now proudly strike off the second entry on my wish list.

*Collars up* =]

Not a Gram More, Not a Gram Less.

(Loved the picture. Thanks to the photographer. Source : deviantart)

I will be a spark.

Momentary. For that is all required to bring to the fore

The missing candor.

I will be the azure.

Yes, I will pass through every lined page.

I will be the laughter, that big one.

Tears with glee will entrap me in the memory cage.

I will be the window.

The one that opens to the world

And focuses on the life that has unknowingly blurred.

Silence and peace is what I dream to be now.

I will encompass all the sourness within my large sweep

And dive into the love that is way too deep.
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Some things carry this amazing talent to ease us off every time we experience the charm in them. Following is one such thing for me.

That Which Cannot Be Expressed.

You don't know which thing might move you to tears unless you experience it. You don't know which thing might touch your heart and take you to another land unless you feel it. You don't know what is there beneath few lines unless you breathe along with every word of it.

Sigh!

Few days back, my friend introduced me to the poetry of one of the most outstanding poets and philosophers Jalal-ad-Din Rumi, a Turkish Sufi. Honestly, I carried some knowledge about this great man but never really spent time to read his fantastic work...his quotations.

Yes, that day in the metro I gulped in some of his most throbbing words and experienced something that I can never articulate in few expressions. It is either indeed ineffable or I am too naive or callow to look for some worthy appreciation. All I can say is that this man's words which were recorded somewhere in the 13th Century moved a teenage girl to tears in the 21st Century. See how amazing it is. We say that people change with time but do you find any change in the inner soul of every homosapien? For I believe that many before me would have shed tears while reading the same lines. Many before me would have felt a strong and powerful connection the way I did. So how am I different to those nth number of people?

Think.

Anyway following is the one that I am talking about. You can read his other quotations here.

“Like This 

If anyone asks you 
how the perfect satisfaction 
of all our sexual wanting 
will look, lift your face 
and say, 

Like this. 

When someone mentions the gracefulness 
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof 
and dance and say, 

Like this. 

If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is, 
or what "God’s fragrance" means, 
lean your head toward him or her. 
Keep your face there close. 

Like this. 

When someone quotes the old poetic image 
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon, 
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings 
of your robe. 

Like this. 

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead, 
don’t try to explain the miracle. 
Kiss me on the lips. 

Like this. Like this. 

When someone asks what it means 
to "die for love," point 
here. 
If someone asks how tall I am, frown 
and measure with your fingers the space 
between the creases on your forehead. 

This tall. 

The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns. 
When someone doesn’t believe that, 
walk back into my house. 

Like this. 

When lovers moan, 
they’re telling our story. 

Like this. 

I am a sky where spirits live. 
Stare into this deepening blue, 
while the breeze says a secret. 

Like this. 

When someone asks what there is to do, 
light the candle in his hand. 

Like this. 

How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob? 
Huuuuu. 

How did Jacob’s sight return? 
Huuuu. 

A little wind cleans the eyes. 

Like this. 
When Shams comes back from Tabriz, 
he’ll put just his head around the edge 
of the door to surprise us 

Like this.” 
― Rumi

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Time for some good news now: I feel elated to announce that Mirage got it's first award by two of my lovely blogger friends. Yayyyyy!!!! It is a complete honor to receive the award. Thank you so much Keirthana and Sumitra. You both made me SOOOOOOOO HAPPY.

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