We are beautiful.....

People say....we are so different...we have nothing in common....we are as different as Night and Day..... I say to them....Night and Day may stay in two opposite parts of the world at any given time...but when and where they meet....are the most cherisable moments and the most beautiful places

All coloured up.....where's the Ganges

The green of childhood, the pink of youth
added the brown of the woman of the world,
The blue of the intelligent woman,
The grey of the undecided heart
Some pure white hidden somewhere in the grey
Added a dash of the purple of determined decision
Some golden of the glittering dreams of every woman
Some red from the past bleeding heart now clotted black
Again some purple of decision
Now all I see is black in the mirror
Trying to wash it off drenches my entire being with the overflowing black
Trying to hold on to the shining white at times sticking out from within
The white gets tainted.
And the new found coat of inncocent yellow is under the threat of turning all black
gradually from the seepage and surfacing and mingling of the deep ancient layers of black

Only way out is to close the eyes, take a deep breath and stay emeregd in quiet cool waters for moments, hours or even years till every colour is washed off
Till everything is so white that even the faintest of innocent yellow will stand out and stay there.

But where is that Ganges.... ?

God really loves me

Writing after a long span of time.

Feel like I have lost the touch. I have forgotten how to write ?

Sounding like sonething sad has happened to me ???/

On the contrary I have been too busy with happiness

I have been too busy wondering at the way life can turn around and smile at you?

Gaping at my own life and hands full of happiness.....

God really loves me.

Thank you God

And when I visit this place my abode where my heart speaks I was touched by the warmth of the fire place kept alive by my friends...

Hope to be a regular visitor again

Special thanks to Ramesh sir who kept inspiring me to keep writing

It's cold out here......

When we were kids n cudn't speak n felt insecure n wanted to be loved n caressed, all we had to do was stand in front of an elder n just hold out our arms, we were sure to be hugged n comforted. But now dat we have grown up n have extended vocabulary, we fear becoming more insecure at d discovery of rejection of our held out arms, and prefer silently adding our insecurities to the fire dat shapes our egos.