Stretch 

Stretch – a small word

Finity to infinity,

How much you use it

Stretching of body

Exercise,

Fit and healthy.

Stretching of mind
Wisdom,

Right path follow.

Stretching of thoughts,

Creativity,

splendid ,unique.
Stretching of hand,
friendship, help

Good to  be one.
 

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Alchemy of Blue 

​Alchemy of Blue

 It felt strange today with some pleasant cool winds blowing after a hot humid night. Somewhere it had rained and the breeze bought the news. Cotton clouds never bought rains. Dark thunder with lightning was what we looked for in the sky. That place where it may have rained seemed so blessed. However, the morning was pleasant, and I decided to be with it. Our mind is ready to dampen the spirits if we permit, and mostly I don’t permit myself the luxury of depressing thoughts which can lead to the blue mood.

MOOD….a small short word but has so many meanings. How many times we hide behind our ‘mood’? Yes, I understand we cannot always be up and about happy whatever life has to offer at that particular moment.

This blue mood can be helpful in a very different way. Blue is my favorite color and also the color of the sky and the sea. It must also be God’s favorite. I like to think that way he has used it so much in the Universe and perhaps beyond it. And we refer to this mood of ours as ‘blue’ why. I have no explanation. But I feel and believe in the alchemy of the blue.

Yes being in this blue transforms something deep inside to make you see life in  a new form. It alters perspectives to give you direction.  Sometimes feeling blue is a sign for you to amend something inside so that the outside changes. The outer world is the reflection of your inner world and before the inner changes; there cannot be any change in the outside.

This color of the sky is soft blue and very near to the soul, I feel. For yes Blue is my favorite color. All shades in this color tell me different tales. As a small kid I remember I would lie on the roof staring at the sky in the early morning when the darkness melted away by the new born suns’ rays.

Blue is lyrical blue is mystical blue is for sadness and ironically blue is for healing and death at the same time. But an end is always a new beginning.

Anything blue pulls me towards like a magnet and on the ropes of blue the mood swings At times I have noticed a fierce angry passion lies dormant inside the silent volcano. The explosion will let go of the angry lava and fire, the dust and ashes as it settles and gets soaked with the rains that follow a new beginning is made. Watching nature can give you an answer.

Just as a good cry will cleanse you as nothing else can. Sit down and cry your heart no need to feel ashamed it is a way to feel lighter. It is the way to heal. The world always looks different after a good cry. The world is the same but something deep inside you has changed something has been cleansed something has been washed away. The sadness might still linger, but you will definitely feel lighter and perhaps a little brighter.

So feeling blue can change, cleanse wash and heal. The alchemy seems to amaze

The alchemy ushers creativity, where songs are born, stories are told and poems unfold.

Even a simple act of walking after a good cry makes you feel the pulsating energy in mundane surroundings.

Sad lyrics touch you deeply. Sad songs are carried in hearts, because sadness stirs you like a storm slowly building the momentum. It bursts with full passion and breaks the walls of dams you might have created. Nothing remains the same. Rivers flow, rains lash, winds sweep things seem broken, but you are restored 

Judging my words 

​If only my words could give life

I would wish to survive, 

A bit more than nothing, 

A bit more than something.

☆☆☆☆☆
If only my words could give life, 

To that beautiful woman, 

In that enormous painting, 

Who would dance and sing, 

About the realities of life, 

The indecisive soul, 

The people’s changing roles, 

And the game of destiny.

☆☆☆☆☆
If only my words could give life, 

To the soldier who couldn’t survive,

The statue standing, in the corner,

Who’d speak of real bravery, 

The coward heart, 

The price of reality, 

The war at the border, 

And the emerging love for hatred.

☆☆☆☆☆
If only my words could give life, 

To the dying soul, 

Fighting for a minute more,

Who couldn’t live enough, 

To see the sunrise, 

Of one day more, 

Who wouldn’t be able to suffice, 

His children’s needs anymore.

☆☆☆☆☆

If only my words could give life, 

To that heartbroken girl, 

Who couldn’t speak of, 

Her fears much, 

Who couldn’t deal with, 

Her boyfriend’s touch, 

And so she left, 

To stay alone, all by herself.

☆☆☆☆☆
If only my words could give life, 

I’d save that dying child, 

That unborn kid, 

Striving, 

To survive, 

Being brutally killed, 

For the only crime, 

Of being a girl child. 

☆☆☆☆☆
If only my words could give life,

I would save that little boy, 

Trying to commit suicide, 

I’ll explain how beautiful life is, 

The love of his parents, 

The love of nature, 

And how one door opens, 

When all others close.

☆☆☆☆☆
Because, if only my words could give life,

I’d wish to survive, 

A bit more than nothing, 

A bit more than something.

People

​There are people who are rays of sunshine, cherry blossoms, vanilla candles and the colors of dusk.

There are people who are marble floors, roman temples, black ink and the smell of the earth after rain.

There are people who are star-gazing, holding your breath, little smiles, subtle touches and soft fabric.

Who are you?

Why to fall in love 

Why to fall in love ? 

Many a times I think about this.

I have seen many boys and girls getting sucked in it 

Is it appropriate and right at this age when you are going to college ?

How many compromises and adjustments you have to make?

Saving contact number using a nick name !

Talking slowly when the phone comes 

Trying to look beautiful and doing all possible ways to look good 

Demanding new dresses,shoes,chapples jewellery, more pocket money, latest smartphone.

Definately most of the time you think more about it 

You loose your time in phone calls and conversation 

You are not able to study well because your attention is diverted 

You wander away  from your goals and ambitions. 

You start speaking lies with your parents and deceive them when they are trusting you the most.

Your life takes an unwanted turn.

I feel it’s not the right time to do it.

Stay away from it. 

Focus more on studies , your goals and ambitions ..just think about the feelings of your parents..their wishes.

Many girls and boys forget this during their college days and move in a wrong path adding misery to their lives and family too.

Waterlily 

Praise the beauty

Of a waterlily

Sit and listen 

To all her sorrows

Watch her grow

Motivate her

Inspire her

Dont let her 

Be all alone

Listen to her voice

 Now…

Her silence

Will kill you…

Midnight 

Often during midnights,

My head bleeds:

Myriad thoughts

Staining the fresh pages,

Of the old diary, which has been eating dust since ages.

Painting new stories,

In sleepless strokes,

All different yet held on by that one shade of crimson.

Often during midnights,

I let my favorite singer

Sing me to sleep.

The music runs down my veins,

Eliminating dead heart ceilings.

I swipe through that one folder, titled ‘crap’

And often I wish, to rename it. 

To hide it no more.

Lips gape for no cause.

As I no more consider you a loss.

My pillows are often stained in sea water, 

Often during midnights, l walk around at the terrace, 

Looking at my feet,

Wishing my shadows, to be yours.

Often during midnights

I sit alone, in the darkest corner

Though by the window

Just to watch 

How brightly moon could shine,

And how beautifully the stars could twinkle

Giving me one last reason to survive

Often during midnights, I watch it rain, 

I let the waters slap my mind back to reality.

And still,

Often during midnights

I think about you,

Holding myself together.

Wishing the head on the other pillow

Was you. 
But

It continues to bleed

And often. . 

Often during midnights,

l also wish,

It was never me.

Thoughts running through my mind 

​Umm, we all are used to this word and we come across this every moment or even more. But then, what’s the use of knowing something, if we don’t bother to understand. 

Guessed right?

No, not love. Its promises. Don’t we get to hear that more than often? Here and there and everywhere, its just so full of this thing, called promises. 

And something more common that we find is promises broken. 

We promise, to stay in touch after school, and who cares?

We get in to colleges in different corners of the country, and slowly the bestie tags fade away, into friends and then acquaintances. And the names keep dropping lower with every passing day, as we and up in a better sophisticated world till someday we make an eye contact during the new year’s meet and realize the prick of that one broken promise.

And why just blame besties in the name of broken promises, when there are so many?

Remember, when you said that you’ll stay here no matter what?

Um, we shouldn’t pull that out, I guess. 

‘Cause things have changed, the pages of the calender have turned and nothing is as red as it used to be. Leave alone my eyes and probably yours, and the promise which was made to break one. 

Emotions 

​The emotions  comes to us in various shapes and form. Sometimes as anger, sometimes jealousy, sometimes as guilt, sometimes as blame.

Emotions are not to be feared but they are to be recognised.  Otherwise emotions overwhelm and overtake, distort our reasoning and ability to respond .
The first step is to recognise.  Second is to calm down and tame our emotions.  The third step is to transform our emotions into a little helper by letting it help us find the real reasons behind the emotions.
 Remember , only a calm mind can find the answer. When our mind is relaxed we can trust our intuition and find the answer that is already there.

Beautiful Daisy

Daisy petal peeps

Deep inside my eyes

And sings me a tender love song

Of false hopes and promises

I listen with my crying heart

Torn to broken pieces

I listen with my sad eyes

Brimming with tears

I drowned in colored silky pearls

Streamed of my lonely tears…

Magical daisy love song!

Touches my heart

Bleeds my lost soul…

The visions of…

The broken pieces of yesterday

In every daisy petals

Don’t  sing me sad love song…