Restlessness ceases
with the magic of monsoon.
Let us celebrate!
******
A farewell party-
Some overwhelming moments.
New chapter begins.
~~payal~~
She
"Ravi is coming home
next week. He’s the lucky one who gets all of dad’s attention, right from our
childhood. No matter whatever I do, I am always treated like a stranger.
Dad’s eyes shine with love when Ravi comes home. He seems so cheerful, with just a thought of his company."
Dad’s eyes shine with love when Ravi comes home. He seems so cheerful, with just a thought of his company."
"I wish, he treats me a little better," Rita sighed "..or atleast listen to me when I ask him to open the windows and let some fresh air come in. Tomorrow he'll get up from his wheel chair, go down for a walk, talk to him the whole day." Rita's pain reflected in her moist eyes.
"Just because I am a girl, mom ?"
~~payal~~"Just because I am a girl, mom ?"
Star gazer
The rusted bars,
exhale carmine.
Where are those lords?
Scars still remain.
Broken guitar,
striking marred strings.
In jar of dreams,
star gazer’s plight.
What's cooking?
Today,
I'll tell you,
How I cooked,
A tricolour dream.
A green pastureland
of spinach, green chillies and coriander
was boiling with heat of spices
at the sight of onions.
Tomatoes jumped in with a
little salt.
They were put together in a cell
and were churned till they became one.
They mixed up well.
The first layer of dream
was placed in a glass room.
Butter was melting and
flour tried to mingle.
White was peace as
It bathed in the softness of milk.
A pinch of salt was added
with the healing quality
of peppercorns.
Macaroni and potatoes
were boiling with rage.
They were taken away,
where they cooled down under a shower.
And then they lived in peace
with a cheesy smile.
That made the second layer of my dream.
The healing hand of peace was placed on the
fresh wounds of green pasture
in the glass room.
And then it was time to cover it up with red;
cooked love of ketchup and cheese.
I opened the door and placed this dream
in quiet of the room. I allowed it to turn
round and round till it came out
well cooked.
This sumptuous delicacy
served as a perfect meal for two.
~~payal~~
Part of an initiative by indiblogger and www.myborosil.com
I'll tell you,
How I cooked,
A tricolour dream.
A green pastureland
of spinach, green chillies and coriander
was boiling with heat of spices
at the sight of onions.
Tomatoes jumped in with a
little salt.
They were put together in a cell
and were churned till they became one.
They mixed up well.
The first layer of dream
was placed in a glass room.
Butter was melting and
flour tried to mingle.
White was peace as
It bathed in the softness of milk.
A pinch of salt was added
with the healing quality
of peppercorns.
Macaroni and potatoes
were boiling with rage.
They were taken away,
where they cooled down under a shower.
And then they lived in peace
with a cheesy smile.
That made the second layer of my dream.
The healing hand of peace was placed on the
fresh wounds of green pasture
in the glass room.
And then it was time to cover it up with red;
cooked love of ketchup and cheese.
I opened the door and placed this dream
in quiet of the room. I allowed it to turn
round and round till it came out
well cooked.
This sumptuous delicacy
served as a perfect meal for two.
~~payal~~
Part of an initiative by indiblogger and www.myborosil.com
Inspiration
There I found my inspiration wrapped in a small red feather lying on the sand, gasping for breath. Unnoticed, stomped and crushed. The walkers were busy talking to each other, failing to recognise its' sufferings.There was so much to learn.
From where did it come? Did the bird leave it there for remembrance? Who coloured it? Was it a sacred omen? That moment became special. I tried to weave a story with thoughts strewn in a distinct pattern in my mind's cave.
~~payal~~
turmoil
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2012 image, on my way to Saharanpur.
Mild sun in the
frozen winters bring hope.How I wished to be there with you to share the winter
of your life,and fill it with a little warmth of compassion and care.How I
wished,there was some solution to the never-ending turmoil that repeatedly
become an obstacle in the journey of survival.
~~payal~~
55 fiction~~payal~~
Cadence
The wordless conflicts
Take away from peaceful life
The rhythmic cadence
~~payal~~
decline
Stars declined one night
and got stuck on my lashes.
Cold fragmented dreams!
~~payal~~
haiku horizons
Oh my Godmother! - a new age fairy tale
Life mostly starts after “..and they lived happily ever after. The End”, as it happened in case of Cinderella. After her marriage, she had got a new life full of love. Her prince wanted her to do whatever she wished to. He gave her the freedom she had always missed. When she stood in front of the mirror, she felt how beautiful she was.
She was appreciated and admired for being who she was. She
had friends from all walks of life. One day she opened up her wardrobe and
found her glass slippers that brought back many sad memories with her step mother
and sisters that she had almost forgotten.
She sat there and grief struck her but then a moment of
realization dawned. She felt anxious and remembered her fairy God mother.
“She helped me so much. It’s because of her that I am here.”
She was talking to herself.
“I wish my step-mother and my sisters are fine. I haven’t
heard from them since ages. If they had been good to me, how would I have met
my fairy Godmother?”
All of a sudden she noticed a strange old lady sitting
beside her.
“Who are you? Where
did you come from?” Cinderella got up from her place as she couldn’t recognize
that lady and was shocked to see her smiling.
“Oh dear, I am your Godmother and here’s a gift for you.”
Fairy removed her glares and handed over a beautiful dress to her.
“Oh my God! You look
so different!” Cinderella exclaimed and her eyes widened!
They had met after a
long time and her Godmother looked gorgeous! She was dressed in elegant outfit
and astonishing jewellery. She looked like a new age woman, smarter than ever.
“Cinderella, you look pretty.” Fairy said with a cheerful
smile.
“Mother, I feel bad for my sisters. Whatever they did was
not right but..”
“You have a beautiful heart. Listen to what it says.” Godmother
waved her magic wand and the cat that used to sit by the cinders with her near
the fire place, in her time of distress, appeared. Cinderella was so happy.
In another flick of magic wand, the fairy gifted her the
shopping vouchers.
‘What is this?” Cinderella looked surprised.
“It’s a new age mantra. Buy anything for yourself and cheer
up. You are beautiful.”
“Oh! That’s why you look different!” Cinderella said with
tongue in her cheek. They both chuckled.
“Come on, let’s go for shopping!”said her fairy grandmother.
Fairy waved her magic wand again and there appeared a gadget
that looked like a laptop. Fairy opened the site and asked Cinderella to buy
anything of her choice with the help of those vouchers.
Cinderella had never heard of BaggOut. There she felt as if she had entered a shopping mall. Attractive dresses, accessories, household goods and much more from different options.
She found it interesting. Her Godmother always made her life easy. Shopping was fun with her fairy Godmother and the cat. Without getting tired, she shopped for everything that she needed . She redeemed the vouchers and bought so many good things. Everything was going fine. Her anxiety vanished. She had purchased the goodies that were delivered within time.
Godmother blessed her and waved her magic wand. The cat disappeared.
“I am always there whenever you need me.” and then the fairy vanished
leaving a smile on Cinderella’s face.
~~payal~~
This post is a part of an initiative by BaggOut.comPotpourri
image credits:Vidya Suri
Writer’s block! It makes me feel like
a log of wood, helplessly layered with salty water that had turned blue.
I wait for the birds but toads croak and moths breed.
Wind blows hard and it rains. I wait for the birds but toads croak and moths breed.
Water clogs on the streets and I shiver.
I feel dead as if liquid nitrogen had been injected in my veins.
....and then silver streaks flash with thunderous applaud as the pale leaves dance.
I feel like potpourri of fragrant thoughts and memories rush in with the scent of rain. The log turns alive. Green emerges from the roots, yet again, and the blues are forgotten.
~~payal~~
write tribe: 100 words on Saturday #17
Masterpiece
Dreamy metaphors-
The sweating canvas of clouds
Creates masterpiece.
~~payal~~Retreat
A peaceful retreat
Golden moments by the sea
morning glories bloom
:
:
The retreating waves
gifted a piece of coral
treasure hunt begins.
~~payal~~
split remedy
2014 image, Gurgaon
“I never enjoy a movie in which the lead character dies in
the end. It always make me sad. I wish, I had a magic wand that would bring
them back to life. Ends should always be smooth. Happy endings as they say.
Beautiful ends lead to new smooth beginnings.”
Flora said in a depressed tone after watching the movie.
“Hey wait!" James interrupted,"It sounds more like a TRESemme ad that I saw in a commercial break! The shampoo is
like that magic wand that would bring dull hair back to life. No split ends you
see. ” All of a sudden he chuckled, running his fingers through Flora’s
hair.
“Seriously!You remember all the ads!” Flora said with a smile.
“....It works! Keep smiling.” James said while holding her hand.
A new feeling
A new love
A new dream
A new hope
Heals the rough ends
With gentle touch of
Affection.
I feel your care,
As you gently
Caress my tresses
As if you whispered
“I am there. Trust me.”
~~payal~~
This post is a part of indiblogger: Tresemme.The metal Buddha
2014 image, Gurgaon
Where the
vision was green
The metal
buddhas
Made their
appearance on
The entrance
of the gates amidst chaos.The
Subtle reminders
of the fruit
Of silence lay
with price tags on the stand.
World is
funny.It gets suspicious when we
Ignore and enter
the gates to eat
All the
fruits of patience and perseverance,the
light shines
and world heals at the cost of a lost smile.
Buddhas
laugh again draped in light and
Drink the venom of darkness, then spit !
It overflows
..spreading out
shrieks of unrequited love. The
Sacred
stones!Biting tongues with chattering teeth.
~~payal~~
~~payal~~
Recharged naturally
Smoothening the rough edges
In moments of distress
A ray of hopeGive us strength
And nourish us
With positivity.
Change is wonderful.
A new woman in me
Revisits hope with a smile.
Shining naturally,
Full of confidence,
Recharged naturally.
~~payal~~
Shining naturally,
Full of confidence,
Recharged naturally.
~~payal~~
2014 image,GurgaonThough looks can be deceptive but who doesn’t like long and healthy hair, cascading over the shoulders like a flowing river?
Alas,it’s been a dream for me for sometime now.
Change of climate, water, dust, pollution and side effects of some medicines
all showed up in the rough texture of my hair.
Few days back,I received soothing green coloured bottles of Sunsilk natural recharge shampoo and conditioner lying on a satin sheet in a wooden basket delicately wrapped with satin ribbon.
It’s a
natural product that claims to make hair look two times thicker and upto five
times stronger. I found nothing wrong in giving it a try.
What tempted
me most were the ingredients. It’s paraben* free!
*“Parabens can mimic
the hormone estrogen, which is known to play a role in the development of
breast cancers. Researchers have found parabens in breast
tumors and believe there is a relationship between parabens and tumors.”
What else
one wants from these products. One less
worry indeed! This product is co-created by Jamal Hamadi, expert in natural
ingredients.
Shimmering
pearl white shampoo and conditioner made my hair soft and manageable but nothing is permanent. The mild
fragrance lingers on for sometime after the wash. Overall, it worked well for
me. I like it.
climate changes
Some raw thoughts blend together. Some salty,some bitter,some
tangy,some sweet. Different flavours of life add to this mix and create chaos. I
try to relax but it makes me more restless.Sometimes,life is like a busy road.Too
much noise,blinding dust,roads and the rush,hurried footsteps.Some memories rush
in.I ignore.A teardrop rolls down.I
wish not to immerse myself in the depths.Nothing is clear.Nature is wearing a
veil today and now,in this moment,quite quietly sunlight enters the room and fills
me with its warmth. Life changes.I try to breathe.
~~payal~~
~~payal~~
rise
silence occupied
vacant places in my heart
moon rise in my palm
:
:
the sky lanterns rise
empty words turn to ashes
the truth lies in being.
~payal~~
haiku horizons:empty
close
The fleeting moments..
Memories of
the sunset
stay close to my heart
:
:
A moment or
two,
Spent in
close encounters
The waves
woke me up
~~payal~~
haiku horizons: closehaiku time..
2009 image, Mussoorie
Different pathways
Distant hills, silent sunshine
One destination~~payal~~
haiku horizons: home
APRIL
As the new doors open on a fresh morning,
Palette full of spring mixed with painted haze,
Replenish the seasonal joys, and fills the autumn void.
Impelled by silent cravings, and challenged boundaries,
Leaves sway, lifting the veil of azure hues.
~~payal~~
Palette full of spring mixed with painted haze,
Replenish the seasonal joys, and fills the autumn void.
Impelled by silent cravings, and challenged boundaries,
Leaves sway, lifting the veil of azure hues.
~~payal~~
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