Kaleidoscope: January 2015

Slow down

oil pastels on paper

Create with passion,

Pour in your love,

Slow down

For there is no rush.

Slowly get aware

of the various shades

That looks like moments

We perceive differently.

Like all your feelings

The colours shall blend

With one another

And smudge

all uneven surfaces

while erasing the negativity

and making it even.

Today,

I picked up

a box of oil pastels,

opened it,

and the colours were inviting

the forgotten artist in me

to draw and paint.

I had no words to write.

Clueless,

I write a letter

to myself.

~~payal~~

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promises

Frosted melodies-

melting sunglow promises

shines in candle light.

~~payal~~

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interpretations

image 2014, Gurgaon

interpretations

often play a major role

in this game called life.
~~payal~~

That day was different. As I mingled with the familiar faces in the crowd, our eyes met. He was standing in a corner, looking at me. I got busy talking to everyone around. Soon I turned back but he was not there.I was lost in his thoughts, to an extent that I saw him everywhere I went. While returning back, I thought I saw him standing there on the sidewalk, on a cold winter evening. I saw him walking with me on the road that never existed. Just like life, he was an illusion. A fragment of my imagination.

~~payal~~

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Remembrance

2015 image,Goa

When frozen hearts melt,
restlessness turns red and leave.
I remember you.
~~payal~~

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winter street

2015 image, Gurgaon

Sometimes we need to stop bothering about the surroundings, stop thinking too much, do our best and just enjoy being in the moment.
On the street
in the winter rain,
a comfortable company
soothing conversation
favourite delicacy
and a cup of tea
made my day,
today,
as we revived
a few memories
of the good old days.
~~payal~~

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Ignoble dreams

2014 image, Gurgaon

In that moment of hopeless wonder
when world seems crazy
in its ignorable quest..
sullen dreams
dissipates
and dissolve in
oblivious entities.
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show- haiku time

2015 image, Goa

chaotic currents-

silence of the sun-kissed sea,

shows me where it hurts.
~~payal~~

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Touch-me-not

2015 image, Goa

Ah! These pretty flowers
hurt-me-not
please-me-not
I so love these
touch-me-nots
~~payal~~

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"Try" - haiku time

2013 image, Goa

Frozen symphonies
create amusing patterns.
Please try not to judge.
~~payal~~

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Grace

image 2015, Goa

"Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a saint- some of them are so hard to live with- but a sour old person is the crowning work of the devil. Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people. And give me Lord the grace to tell them so."~17th century nun's prayer

This is the 17th century nun's prayer that I found on the wall of my favourite place, St. John of God Convent where we went today to meet our friends Sr. Soraya and Sr. Fatima. Sr. Fatima told me that I had missed an exhibition that happened last month in which they exhibited their entire lives through charts and now they have dismantled it and sent it to Daman. She was excited while telling about the way their stall kept them busy and how they had made a tree with leaves of thoughts on them, like "God Loves You.", and asked people to pluck one. Interesting! They always find a way to spread happiness! :)
~~payal~~
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A cup of tea

Tea leaves were swirling in pool of hot water and milk. Its’ refreshing aroma was inviting. When tea was ready, Sher Singh poured it in an aluminium kettle and started serving it in kulhar to the old men sitting on wooden bench near the tea stall, talking and laughing. Tea added special flavour to the olden days charm and relationships.

Many college students were drinking their cup of tea, as purity of thoughts sealed in fortress of transparent malleable dreams, while celebrating youth and preparing for future.

An observer, plucked some moments from celebrations, as tea leaves told the story.

~~payal~~

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