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Flowering within

These imaginary hues

Astonishing clues
~~payal~~

 

Cactus

In the lonely sands,

there stands a thorny cactus,

with a flower own!

~~payal~~

 

Sand



A PHASE...

A phase in my life

Came like a cool breeze

Softly caressed my hair

Whispered in my ears

And made me believe

That I am alive

Like the stillness of the night

It made me listen

To its soothing tunes

And gently transported me

To far beyond..

It tiptoed silently

Took away my breath

With its fragrant spell

Strengthened me and

Made me anew

It passed like a raging storm

Left me bewildered

With dreams in my eyes

But gave me a chance

To rejuvenate and survive

Thereafter it stayed

Within me as my soul

With its intuitive tunes

Sprinkled its dust

And made me whole!

~~payal~~

In-Sanity..

I can feel u still

Beneath my skin

In the air I breathe

In madness

In sadness

In happiness

And In peace

I can feel you

within me

Restlessly asleep..!

~~payal~~

If Only.....

If only you would have had the courage

to make new mistakes each time
If only you knew that every passing moment
had a lots in store for you
If only you would have not blamed yourself
for the unavoidable circumstances
If only you would have known that peace lies
on the other side of the coin
If only you understand NOW that you can live
a lifetime in a single moment…
You would stop regretting
and holding on to grudges
Let hope breathe within you..
Let the flowers bloom..
Miracles do happen..
I know you believe in them too...!
Dare to dream..!?!

~~payal~~
P.S. In response to my soul sis Deepti's write "regrets"..

Silent Words.....

Those were the days
Whenever you remembered me
A green humming bird
Often came to me
And sat on the orange flowers
That grew on a creeper
Near the cactus
In my garden

We talked of the dreams and desires
But lost our rhymes
In the midway
Silently trying to hear the unheard
Amidst the noise of the wind chimes

Somewhere in between
The weeds grew
Near that creeper
Taller and taller
Deeper and deeper
Wilder than the imagination

Sometimes wild is beautiful..

Today,in leisure
Silently watching through my window grill
Used to the game of lost and found
I saw that bird again
And I know....
You remember me still..

We talked about the melodies
And the ceaseless rains
Of the burning desires
And dreams that drained

Silence is suffocating
Let words breathe between the spaces....
~~payal~~

SUFFERINGS and CONFUSION..

Just the other day a friend got annoyed with me saying that I am in a habit of suffering..But I personally feel whatever happens in my life..good or bad, takes me a step closer to my-SELF.. God is the goodness of our deeds..HE is within us making us divine..Being God is easy but being human is a tough job…!

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I suffer because I feel

Feelings keep me human

Being human makes me suffer

All this because I feel?

Or its all because humanity lacks

And humans suffer?

~~payal~~

That day..

I longed to witness that sunshine smile
Alas! It rained heavily all that while

.
I heard the cacophony from the yonder valley
Ashes mixed with sand in blind alley

.
I plunged in the depths of the words brewed
Intoxicated, the substance rests clued

.
I experienced the beauty of the pearls cherished
That shimmered on lids as the lands perished

.
I conquered the fears that grew with time
My path glistened with untamed rhymes

.
Then I witnessed a smile in the golden shades
Flowering breeze cajoled as the spirits swayed
~~payal~~

Yes,once in a blue moon..I write..

When the mist envelops my whole

And the feelings silently engulf me

A polished pebble then creates

Ripples in the river flowing within me

:

When the life seems distant to me

And the land-slides from beneath my foot

It gives a sudden feel

Of getting lost in the woods...

:

When I find myself trapped

Or at times linked to the unknown strings

Mercilessly when the shades fade

Or when the birds fight fluttering their wings

:

When a crow flies with a twig

Passionately to a nearby tree

When a pearl slides from a grass blade

A thought seeps in with a long story

:

When the sun shines on a cactus flower

I have something to share

I write and rejoice..Life, as it is

Then with ease I walk on air…

:

Yes,once in a blue moon,I write..

~~payal~~

QUEST

From where does the power come
That turns a soft cool breeze
Into a raging storm?

How do the circumstances appear
The wind sweeps off the sand
O Aeolus! thy art in dunes perform

Chaos in the silent sea
Echoes the uproars
The boundaries modify and reform

Do they hold it within or
A force beckons them
When their path is objected
They tend to transform?
~~payal~~