Little joys of life are free of cost. Today I am celebrating an year of innumerable nappy changes, getting a facial of cerelac, banana puree or whatever he has been eating, peck on the cheek with an open mouth and lots of drool, hardly catching a wink in the night, getting slapped playfully with those tiny little hands after doing all this…

Also celebrating the first time he looked at me and gave me the best of his gummy smile, rolling over and started crawling. When he looks out for me when I am not around and clings to me when he finds me…When he refuses to go to anyone when I am holding him, the first few words he learned from me….

Last year this time a MOTHER was born. Now I celebrate an year of motherhood.

Letting go.. Is an Art

It's over. It's gone.

Why do we have to part while the love is still there? .........Why do we have to suffer? .....................Why do we have to cry when somebody bids goodbye?........ Why do beginnings have an end?.................... Why do we have to meet only to lose in the end?

There are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, letters left unread,
poems left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled.

In a relationship, one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and letting go. It is as hard as breaking a crystal because you'll never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again. More often than not, they who go, feel not the pain of parting: it is they who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of a lovethat was meant to be, a love that was.

At the beginning and at the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem, but that's the way love goes. That's the drama, the bittersweet and the risk of falling in love.

After all, nothing is constant but change.

Everything will eventually come to its end ........without us knowing when........... without us knowing how......without us even knowing why.

And we must forget not because we have to but because we have to.

In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy but in batallion.
It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head,every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eye and every breath you take always reminds you of it . It's like a stab of a knife,
a torture in the night.

Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing.
Just imagine, there are billion people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely
and empty without the other.

I don't know if it's worth calling an art, but letting go entails special skills sparkled
with a considerable space and time. Time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a part.

Not all love stories end with
"...and they live happily ever after."

Sometimes we have to part because of circumstances beyond our control. We have to suffer if it would mean happiness for others.
We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pains. Every beginning has its end
like every dawn has its dusk. It's something we can't control, something we had to live up.

It's over. ..........
It's gone............

But............

........life has to go..... on........
Goodbye doesn't always mean forever.

There will always be a place and time where questions will be answered,
words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sung in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled.

Somewhere................

Somehow.................

Someday.

Darkness Is the Glowing Field of Light

Darkness is the glowing field of light,
As though in meadows filled with wildflowers,
Vast and lovely in the midnight hours,
Each blossom bloomed throughout the winter night।
Know there is no sense without delight
Although perception lie beyond our powers,
The choice of happiness is always ours।
However dark and passionate our plight,
Yet love remains our first, most precious right।


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AUTUMN

Autumn loves the clarity of change.....

Unmerciful redeemer of all being.

To celebrate the shift from green to gray......

Unasked, it adds some poignance to decay.....

Making death an aperture for seeing

Not merely loss but passion, rich and strange.

LIFE KILLED A DREAM

Life Killed A Dream


She sings it every night......
In a love song
Her heart is breaking...
Darkness in the making
All because.....
life killed the dream
She writes with every rhyme
In her poetry....
Her wings are broken
No words to be spoken
All because
life killed the dream
She remembers
every line
Every lie
No longer young at heart
Darkness plays a part
All because
life killed the dream
She waits for a sign
That is silent
Every light fades
Only darkness shades
All because
life killed the dream

Haunted Silence

I merely took out a voice from within
Listening to the wind believing,
Still quiet as always as I should
Creating a word from somewhere missing.

Grounded footsteps haunt my thoughts
Thinkin’ about names I want to be sought…
Read out my silent being inside of me,
Losing what I already have, a haunting plea.

Gaze at me, wind of notions…
Give what I seek, words of devotion,
Promises of forever, lost and ran free,
My commitment of an endless plea.

Cruel sanctions from an awful mistake,
Hike up to me up my mind planting aches…
Darkness lifts up the stars up above…
When will the time stop and too with my sobs?

Tears and fears start to build from my memory,
Sought sweetness buried deeply,
Sealed thought from our past,
From our vows that I thought would last.

Would someone wake me up from these nightmares?
Obliterate the pains that unceasingly scares,
Bring me to a tomorrow that’ll take me from these that drown me,
Leave me, I beg of you, depart from here, my haunted pleas!

Serinity prayer