inspiration

Acrylic on canvas

Inspiration dawns-
close dance of shadow and light
magical in its essence
~~payal~~

WW#119
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Pauses and reflections

Gurgaon, 2015

 

This morning, I had a lot to write about, but then I started to procrastinate, slowly all my thoughts vanished in thin air. I feel, I’m in the middle of the sea, and I don’t know how to swim across.

Ah! Now I’m at the mercy of my words, sitting here just thinking where they will lead me. Do I really care? Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. But yes, I know, there is nothing to worry. I will reach somewhere.

Maybe, they will take me to the shore, or they will drown me, or who knows if I will be left plainly surprised in the end.

What do I write about? I wonder, and many confusing stories start building up inside my head. I try to simplify. The more I try, the more I fail. I don’t give up. As a result, slowly I get involved, and become a part of it all.

Ah! This age is catching up, and mood swings are common. We all go through this phase. Some speak up, some quietly fight with it.

Sighing, and wondering, here I am, again, sitting and counting syllables in words.

~~payal~~

#MondayMusings

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2016, Gurgaon

Sacred encounters-
enjoy gift of solitude
It's a zen moment.
~~payal~~

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Talking to myself

Gurgaon, 2015

I stand in front of the mirror,

Take a deep breath,

Smile,

And wrap my arms around me.

Talking to myself,
I say it often,
Ah! I am aging gracefully!

Period.

~~payal~~



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WW#118

heartbeat

birds of paradise, Goa, 2015

 

 

hyphenated spring

thousand untouched memories

sparkle in my eyes

voices of yesteryears

melt slowly in my heartbeats
~~payal~~

haikumyheart 
WW#117

As I see it..

Mahabaleshwar, 2014

When the Sun is not too high,

 I see the heavens

sheltering the truth

 of the vast sea

wrapping the miracles and magic

in its fold.

Wrapped in humility,

sky bow down to kiss the earth.

Now I see the possibilities are locked in

the moments of acceptance

 when the deep rooted wounds

rise to the surface that remained beneath

 the veil of ignorance.

 

I see a feather

gliding down freely, lightly...

all of a sudden getting trapped

in the leaves of tall trees.

A soft breeze gently pushes,

and it’s free again.

I see the storms

rising from the rusted appearance

that burn the boundaries,

trigger the wounds,and stirs the soul.

I now see possibilities

of finding answers

in the questions itself.

~~payal~~

 

Be the change #MondayMusings




Bought this keyring from Sabarmati Ashram,Ahmedabad last year.

 

Sometimes, life brings certain people in front of us with whom we always think we won’t be comfortable talking to. I'm glad, I've stayed out of my comfort zone for a long time, and now, I feel comfortable out there.

We can change a situation by changing our perspective, and if we can’t, we can always step out of the situation, and become an observer.  If we connect that situation with the person we start hating the person instead of the situation. That person and the situation becomes inseperable , and then there is nothing we can change about it. It only leads to bitterness. We can’t keep on blaming people for whatever reason. At certain point of time, we have to forgive, and let go.

Last week was quite tough for me. A cousin of mine had come down from U.S. for sometime. All of my cousins here had decided to get together at my place. My husband was not in town, and I was a bit nervous. He kept on reassuring me that everything will go well.  I’m glad, we all had a great time together, remembering the good old days.

~~payal~~

#MondayMusings

existence

Sunset at Baga beach, Goa. 2016

Slowly cool winds blow
the moon whispers silently.
Sun slips in the sea.

Sunrise, Gurgaon, 2016

Slowly the sun rise
stubborn moon is still here
Dreamy existence.
~~payal~~


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Thoughts

Gurgaon, 2016

mind was filled with endless chatter

destined encounters cleared the haze

drawing attention to all that matter

games every moment life plays

strips of thoughts with winds scatter

syllabled moments in moony maze

~~payal~~

 

poetry style: Harrisham Rhyme

prompt at: poets on the page

Mind keep playing its part, and thoughts never seem to abandon. Some thoughts weigh us down, while others lift us up. Let's stay aware of what we think, for thoughts create our realities. Be kind, be thoughtful, think positive.