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~~

Creativity #Day 8


2014 image, Gurgaon






Captivating glory of full moon

Retrieved the eclipsed boundaries

Enticing silver charm   

Added to the myths

That attributed to our madness

In artistic world of words

Vibrantly reflecting the moods

In the sparkling ink

Travelling together through different phases

You,my moon, have witnessed my sleepless nights.

Silence # Day 7

  
                                                                                                                                                                   2014 image,Pune
 
As I go deeper and deeper

In my thoughts

A strange silence engulfs me

I sing

I dance

I breathe

I feel free

In that golden

orb of silence.

And then

I hear the noise

I cry

I bleed  profusely

Silently..

Gasping for breath.

Deafening noise

of this venomous silence

Slowly kills me.

I miss that comforting sound

Of throbbing in my heart.

From dark to light

I travel again

One by one

The petals unfold.

I pause

I Reflect

I Learn

In this moment

Of entanglement

As I breathe in peace

And breathe out

All that doesn’t belong to me.

Reborn to relive

The purpose of cosmos.

~~payal~~

Perfect # Day 6

                                                                                          image 2014


In a chaotic moment
When grief speaks its’ own language
But everything seems to be fine
A zephyr arise on angel’s wings
To make the moment
Perfect for learning
~~payal~~

#OctPoWriMo Day 6

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

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

My muse # Day 2


                                                                               2014 image     
 
When the world is fast asleep
beneath the cover of sparkling stars,
golden hearts dance
to the zephyr tunes
and bathe in moonlight.

 
Two is more
than a number
for  poet and poetry
as they become one
reflecting each other
 
Far the melancholic moon rise.
I shall make it my muse tonight
and encipher poetry
behind the clouds.
Am I thinking too much?

#OctPoWriMo 2014 # UBC
 

 

 

 

It's time # Day 1

                                                                                                               2013 image, Saharanpur
 
It's October again!

A time to break the walls

Of the shiny chrysalis
And set myself free.


It’s time,
To dive within
and break-open the boxed treasure
That lies chained in the false notions

And hold me back.

It’s time to trust
And fly free
To embrace myself

And be me!

~~payal~~
 
This post is a part of OctPoWriMo 2014 and UBC
 Also linking it to WW-54

Dream wedding



Finally they were getting married.

Few days back they gave me a curious glance when I told them that I can handle all their worries related to the preparation of this wedding.

“Time is less, and work is more. It’s not easy!” They said.

“ Have you heard of Alladin’s lamp that used to fulfil wishes? I have it. See you in the evening with the invitation designs.”

“So soon?” They were not ready to believe.

I logged in baggout and there I found most of the things available from various retailers with discounts and cash back offers. As promised, I went back in the evening with the details.

I showed them samples of embellished wedding invitations that I chose from Shopclues.
I was somehow playing a wedding planner in their wedding. They wanted to keep it simple yet memorable. Close friends and relatives had to be invited and a beach resort had to be booked for the stay and ceremonies. Everything was planned in a simple manner with attention and importance to every guest.

I had it all at my fingertips. I suggested them to book the travel tickets and hotel rooms for the guests from Yatra's site. They very well agreed. Mouth watering dishes for the guests was fixed to be arranged from FoodPanda. A beachside resort was on my list that was booked from hotels.com as the venue for the ceremonies.

 ...and the preparations were almost done.

 Indian weddings! The ceremonies can be as grand as one wants, but handling them without hassle is another job. Taking out time to make proper arrangements right from receiving the guests,  venue, menu, rituals, reception, photography, video recording, lights, become unmanageable in today’s time for the families.

Somehow, I had less worries. I was quite sure that I’ll handle everything in a decent manner as per the budget.

****

There they rose from the shell, amidst the chants of mantras, with garlands in their hands. The bride was elegantly dressed in cream and red jarkan work lehenga from Nine colours and the groom in cream wedding sherwani purchased from craftsvilla. Apart from the dress, accessories that was chosen from the site gave the perfect look on the wedding day and could make any girl sigh. I stood there smiling as everyone was praising the beauty of the moment. Flower droppings arranged from shopclues was icing on the cake. I sat back and sipped coffee.

Photographer was taking the photographs and a video camera was installed in the centre to cover the celebration.

Everyone danced on the bhangra beats. I heaved a sigh of relief and moved to the beachside where  rest of the ceremonies had to take place. Standing on the carpet, lying on the sand, beneath the clear blue sky, where the mandap was set, well decorated, where the sound of waves would bless the newly wedded couple.
Shopping for marriage is the most time consuming activity. I looked up and thanked God for a single stop destination that helped me in making all the arrangements and ensuring deliveries without any hassle. The next morning, guests were given gifts as the token of love.

Appreciation came naturally. Unlike other celebrities wedding, Ripudaman and Shivangi's wedding was more of celebration.



P.S. This post is written in response to the initiative by BaggOut.com where the topic was, "You have been appointed the wedding planner at your favorite celebrity's wedding. Write your hypothetical experience of the same assuming that all the shopping and bookings are done through baggout."

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~~
 
 
 


space

                                                                                                                                                  2014 image, Goa


haiku horizons#space

You and I reside
in space of clear consciousness
blissfully at peace
~~payal~~

Thoughts


“Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer.”
–
Barbara Kingsolver
Indeed! In a given moment, sometimes, mind is flooded with thoughts, at other times, it goes blank. Some thoughts are intense and they tend to stay, rest cross the mind like a floating cloud. Writing them down in that moment on a piece of paper never hurts. If they are left unattended, they get buried in unknown depths .Rarely they come back as they were. Mostly they return, faded and blurred, powerless, and crumpled. Sometimes words swirl upright and get stuck in my throat. Those words, when flow on paper are cathartic. Papers never judge them. Fearlessly, I Iet go!                  
~~payal~~

100 words on Saturday

Autumn


                                                                                 2014 image, Sec.50, Gurgaon
 
Forgive and forget.
 
Let’s train our minds to let go;
it’s autumn again!
~~payal~~

haiku horizons

network

                                                                                                                                         2014 image, Goa
                                

 Network of branches
Emerging from the strong base
Building connections
~~payal~~
haiku horizons                                                                                                                       
 
 

Recharging

 
2014 image, Sec 50, Gurgaon
 
Posting after a long time. Dealing with allergic rhinitis and some more health issues that often causes breathlessness and makes it difficult for me to talk. Wish I could avoid steroids.Trying to stay positive. Re-charging!
~~payal~~

haiku time


                                                                                                                                          2014 image,Panchgani

Glossy galaxy
create intricate patterns.
Cuts and reflections.
~~payal~~

haiku horizons
 

Wordless Wednesday



image June, 2014
 Message on a hoarding in front of the Holy family church, Alto Porvorim, Goa.  
 
On the turn,
 as I move towards my home,
 there is a gentle reminder.
 
 Stay connected.
~~payal~~
 
 

Fears


I have my own set of fears.

Fear of acceptance, fear of rejection, fear of hurting, fear of haunting, fear of getting lost, fear of sickness, fear of losing my loved ones.  

 I fear everything that stops my flow!

fear, fear, fear!

Fears engulfed me, and one fine day realization dawned.

Negativity fades away, and there is nothing to fear.

 As I take a step back and look at it, I understand it better. When our minds are weak, we attract all the negativity from all the spheres. Like many people, I fear the unknown for some experiences are not pleasant.

What I learnt?

Fear is a shackle of negativity that stops me from moving forward. Thoughts create ripples. My fearful thoughts are the acts of self- sabotaging. One fear leads to another.

Initially, there is nothing to fear.

So here’s my prayer..

Today, be with me, O’ Lord, as I begin again, to make my world of dreams, more beautiful, more worth it.

Today, be with me, O’ Lord, as I begin to think of my journey, as I begin again with nothing on mind.

Today, be with me, O’ Lord, as I begin to pack my grudges, my fears, and embark on a journey with a forgiving heart.

Today, be with me O’ Lord, and help me as I begin to live my life fearlessly.

Justice

 

Innocent punished
Inhuman behaviour
The justice was bribed.
:
:
Poetic justice-
The clues untraceable
A twist in the tale
:
:
Noone can escape
From karmic consequences
“Justice will prevail.”  
~~payal~~

haiku horizons: Justice