Change #MondayMusings

Gurgaon, 2016

 

I try to keep my life simple with less drama and more learning.

Change, it’s the only constant and it’s reliable. Be it in life, in the places we inhabit, our thoughts, the patterns created, or in the way we interact! I allow changes in my life though they are challenging. Slight changes can make great differences.

 I reflect back at my life, and find many situations where I felt the need to change. Sometimes, we need to stay strong, wipe the dust, clear the haze, erase the negativity, ignore a bit, and move on with faith.

Change involves risks, and taking risks has become a habit. It has always been beneficial in one way or the other. Change for the good is always welcome.

~~payal~~
MondayMusings

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~~



poetsonthepage
WW#118

Beyond horizon

 I don’t know if it’s good or bad, if it’s worth it or not, but I can’t be mad at people for a long time. When our patience is tested, at times we react differently, and regret it later. If we are not happy with our reactions, life always gives us a chance to undo our mistakes, with awareness. I feel, it’s
always good to make a conscious choice of reversing that moment of regret, and be at peace.

2015,Goa

Beyond horizon reached the woods dark;

where the Sun had sprinkled its scarlet hues.

With daggers of actions they left the mark;

for how long will they pay their dues?      

:

Where the Sun had sprinkled its scarlet hues;

in liquid thoughts and distilled dreams.

For how long will they pay their dues?

In frosted breath and wondrous themes.

:

In liquid thoughts and distilled dreams;

reversing a moment of regret.

In frosted breath and wondrous themes

shedding the burden of upset.

:

Reversing a moment of regret;

with daggers of actions they left the mark.

Shedding the burden of upset;

beyond horizon reached the woods dark.

~~payal~~

poetry form: Pantoum

prompt at poets on the page

 

wings



Gouache on paper, Gurgaon, 2015

Life might not seem to be easy at times, but it’s simple for sure.

I remember, once I was doing dry brush painting, and went wrong somewhere. My teacher said, “there is a possibility of making it right as long as the paper is intact.”

I feel, it applies to life too. As long as we are alive, we can make our lives better. There is always a possibility of making things right. As the colours we choose blend on the sheet to make a piece of art ; with positive strokes, and vibrant colours of peace and joy, we can choose to paint our life.

 

 Life becomes easy

in ordinary moments

silent reflections.

:

silent reflections

in winged imagination

it's winter again

:

it's winter again

balancing my energies

present is perfect

 ~~payal~~

#Mondaymusings



Observation

Goa,2015

I have tasted time and life, walking past the same places countless times before. In a rumble of thunder, I pay attention to mystery that unfolds.

 

Sabarmati Ashram, Ahmedabad,2015

"Speak no evil, see no evil, hear no evil." How wonderful this world would be if everybody begins to live by these principles and start to take their own responsibility.



Imagica, Pune, 2015

Life is an adventure, stay safe, and keep exploring with faith. Enjoy the ups and downs, highs and lows of this journey. Live in the moment to avoid future regrets. When the journey seems tough, believe in yourself. Trust that God is with you.

 

~~payal~~

It's Day 7, last day of celebrating Write Tribe Festival of words #4.

 

 

Happy New Year, 2015

                                                                                                                                                    image 2014, Goa

May we strengthen our bonds

with care and pure intention,

and make room for new memories.

May this new year

bring many more smiles

and moments to cherish.

May you be filled with new hope

and look forward

to a better tomorrow.

~~payal~~

 

my extended family

Today, I am overflowing with gratitude and love for my extended family from my poetry community on Orkut.

Usha Ma’am , an inspiring blogger, asked me eleven questions when she nominated me for Liebster award, one of which was “How did you start blogging?”

Today I want to answer it. I want to thank Utpal ji, who wanted me to start my blog in 2009, when I knew nothing about blogging. (I still don’t know!)

He guided me step by step and also gave my blog a beautiful name “Kaleidoscope”. I’m happy that I have my space where I write without any fear. Can’t thank you enough for whatever you do for me still! Thank you bade bhaiya. :)

 This reminds me of the good old orkut days when we used to write poetry, and there I learnt to take constructive criticism in a positive manner knowing it is always in my higher good. Remembering my friend, Deepti, my first online friend. I’m glad I got to meet her quite often this year. Love you my soul sis. We often wonder how can we be so similar.  

Way back in 2007, Sadho asked me once, why I don’t put colours in my sketches and I still remember that conversation.  I’m glad finally after seven years, we met this year. Now that’s a different story ,he made me realise that I don’t use my smart phone smartly. Eh!
 Richa ..much love to you!

 AND YES! This year, I met Rohan too!!A Bengali guy who’s allergic to fish and doesn’t like rice!

Sunita..Thank you! We used to write and post poetry in the community late in the night. I was bad with the titles and she used to give the titles to my poems. We still get together late in the night, not to write poetry but to play scrabble, sometimes though! Yes, our duet poems are getting published in an anthology, to be released in 2015.

Thank you Amiya dada for teaching me some truths of life. Thank you for your constant support. As I always say, your comments are always better than my writes.

Personally, it had been a good year, amidst some tears and smiles, some confusions and light. Sometimes life worked for me, sometimes it didn’t. But this year brought in many opportunities to grow in all aspects. I feel like thanking Sabari Chakraborty, whom I met this year in Goa and who taught me what I needed to learn in that moment.

Thanks to my blogger friends and readers for taking time to read and comment on my posts. This year Ultimate blogging challenge and OctPoWriMo was fun. Special thanks to my blogger friend Vishal, for all the motivation and support. Oh Yes, I wrote a guest post for his blog.

Thanks to one and all for your love and blessings. Stay connected! :)

~~payal~~

Winter

                                                                                                                       2014 image, Sec 50, Gurgaon



 

Is it my vision that is getting blurred or is it the effect of winter? I often ask myself as I look around, in this season of change. There are some mornings when the Sun refuse to rise, frost pricks the skin, so deep, that the blood freeze. Some pains are unexplainable. In this silence of the morn, I walk in the depth of this dense fog, and try to wipe the haze that had settled on the mirror. Cold waves engulf me. I keep walking with faith, holding on to hope. Life goes on..

~~payal~~
WW#65

Looking back. #Day 31

                                                                                                                                                         2014 image, Goa

 

 

Crossing the hurdles

of hesitation and fears,

Baring my soul,

learning constantly

Watching the fumes rise

from the haunting shadows

in the light of dark

Strange feelings

emerge from

the vast sea of consciousness

and dissolve in the written words.

I surprise myself

yet again!

Is it the end?

Or a new beginning?

~~payal~~

#OctPoWriMo Day 31

 

 

 

Re-awaken #Day 28

                                                                                                                         2014 image,Gurgaon

 

 

When mind is exhausted

strength lacks

Sleep abandons

 ..hearts starve

In absence of

 harmonious thoughts

Inspiration

becomes the need of an hour

to re-awaken the

senses.

Insatiable hunger

for a little sunshine

could be met with a drop

of love.

~~payal~~

 

 

a question #Day 18

Thunderstruck,

by black consequence,

stuck and worried flowers

still question

their serious

thoughts.

 

What do they fear?

~~payal~~

Interesting prompt for the day. #OctPoWriMo Day 18.

Purple dreams #Day 17

honey will
of gorgeous moon
sprayed the mist
of raw love

thousand mad storms
chant deliriously
in purple forest
of my dreams.
~~payal~~
#OctPoWriMo Day 17

shades and hues #Day 13

                                                                                                2012 image,Goa

When grey knocks at the door,

Forms and shapes emerge

Quietly

On the blank paper

In different hues and shades.

 

Lighter and darker

Stronger and brighter

strokes of painted emotions

Splashed

 in the garden

Full of dreams.

~~payal~~

OctPoWriMo #Day 13

little voice # Day 9

                                                                                                                                           2014 image,Gurgaon

 

In a moment of denial

When the blues took over

And shadows mocked in between

Tenaciously testing my will power.

“Why, oh, why?"

"Do I have to do this?"

I asked myself continuously,

Stubbornly ignoring

that little voice within

Till I couldn’t hear it anymore.

 

I started missing it,

I pleaded, I cried

I promised to believe

And it returned

With gifts of joy. 

~~payal~~

 OctPoWriMo# Day 9

season of change # Day 5

                                                                                                                                              2014 image,Gurgaon

 It’s a tedious journey

Towards eternal bliss,

From form to formless while

Dissolving all greys and black

Into a pure white light.

Reminders of renewal

At every step

Mark the season of change.

 

Engulfed with slight chills

And tides of melancholy

hearts crave for a little warmth.

Death is charming.

Let ego die.
~~payal~~

OctPoWriMo #Day 5

Waves # Day 4

                                                                                                                                             2014 image,Goa

Revolutionary waves arise,

Once in every season

When the sea is churning

and the clouds are too full

to contain the secrets.

The whispers become noise

 and then guided by an unknown force

These waves wash away

illusion of embellished facades

All man-made.

 

Silent sea re-awakens

And the waves create history.

The world heals and

nurses its’ wounds

the candle keeps burning

~~payal~~

OctPoWriMo 2014 # Day 4

Presence # Day 3

                                                                                                                                                2013 image,Goa

It’s a matter of choice,

On life’s bent.

Acceptance shortens the distance.

Together we rejoice

being present       

in slightly flavoured existence

 

:

On a bright sunny day

Here I dwell

In this land where metaphors breathe.

Sweet nothings all the way

In clean shells

Shine through sequined transparent sheathe.

:

Festivities galore

Hope fills me

With doses of tranquility.

Treasure in my heart’s core

Sets me free

With message of humility.

~~payal~~

Poetry form :Tri-fall written for OctPoWriMo 2014

A new day

2014 image, Gurgaon

 

 

 

It's a beautiful morning. Perfect time after morning walk, to explore the unknown,  to sit, observe and contemplate..A moment to be grateful for everything.

 ~~payal~~

 

Wordless Wednesday#53

 

 



breathe

Far from their
wonderland a relationship
flourished , that consisted
of the layers of dramatic influences in

an unknown land while discussing
the soulful stories of their journey.What if
they met again on the rainbow bridge? It
might choke them with a few tears. Breathe! it existed.

~~payal~~





 

Oh Please!

                                                    2014 image, Pune

 

Shadows are the doorways

To the light.

I wish to

Slide them slightly

Breathe in fresh air

Open my arms

Spread my wings

Turn on the music

Dance and sing

But it’s no fun!

I sit here,

With my overthinking mind....

My head spins,

My back hurts

I feel stuck.

I pop in a tablet

And now..

Oh I feel dizzy.

I want to sleep.

MIGRAINE!

Oh Please leave,

and let me be!

~~payal~~

 Migraine and bad internet connection at the time of UBC is not-so-cool. Now that's a challenge!