A hazy moment

Often melancholic reflections
ooze out in poetic renderings.
Words seem to repeat themselves.

 

In that moment of haze,
sorrow overshadows joy.
There’s no sign of hope.

 

 

 

Dwelling in deep murk,

light shines on elixir of creation.

-payal

 

 

 

 

This is my post for Day 4 of write tribe festivalofwords5

..and then it rained

Gurgaon, 2016
 

I was that cloud flying in the limits of the hazily framed azure sky trapped in golden chains with devil's shadow.
I was released with lightening speed as the walls cracked with force and the hazy sky cleared. It was limitless. The golden shackles turned to dust. The sky is now covered with silver lining.
~~payal~~

Sometimes, some words come to us out of nowhere. This is my Day 3 post for the write tribe festival of words #5

 

Burnt leaves

Saharanpur, 2016

Burnt edges of rough curled leaves smelt of invincible rain that somehow stayed back in frozen footsteps on the white shimmering streets.

Strong steady branches that flowered once on a stony path look like ghosts in the night. Sunlight in the morning clears the haze and we quietly indulge in heavenly taste of melted snow.
~~payal~~

p.s. This leaf was lying lonely in my dad's garden. He brought it inside, and placed it well along with his favourite money plant. It became my muse for Day 2.

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She

Miramar, Goa

She kept walking, on the curvy slope, far from the crowd,  towards the sea, fearlessly, when all at once she felt the need to relax. Sitting quietly on the  brick wall , she could feel the turbulent weather. The waves roared within, gripping her tightly. 

Reminiscing the days bygone, sitting there talking to her shadows.  Holding on to hope, waiting happily, for the new morning. She took a few more steps to face the tides.                                  
 

Just then moist air touched her, she could smell the sea.

~~payal~~

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Bloom

Goa, 2016

Cool summer mornings
often bloom with promises-
Poetic embrace
~~payal~~

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Rest

Mussoorie, 2016

 

Pleasant evenings-
relieved, my heart heaved a sigh.
Clouds kept floating by.

Slow down, rest a while,
get soaked in heavenly bliss.
Magical nature.


Opening my eyes
as I look around,
nature unfolds .
its magic.
Such moments are
not to be missed.
~~payal~~
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haiku horizons
 

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~~
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haiku time

Saharanpur, 2016

heavenly fragrance
wrapped in thousand expressions
serendipity
~~payal~~

haikumyheart

innocence

Udaipur, 2012

windy afternoon.
raining silent memories
rusted strings of swing
:
rusted strings of swing
imagination ripens
clouds form the castles
:
clouds form the castles
enveloped with innocence
windy afternoon

~~payal~~


I was going through some old photographs, and found this. Wondering how fast kids grow up, and it's a blessing to watch them grow with a loving heart.

As I  write this my heart goes to my friend’s six months old son who is going through some painful procedures  in the hospital.  I just hope he gets well soon.


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haikuhorizons
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 WW#127
 

melodies~haikutime

 

Scarlet melodies.

The Sun is about to set.

Running short of time.

:

Running short of time.

Precious notes float in air.

Moments slip like sand.

:

Moments slip like sand

No more procrastination

Scarlet melodies.

~~payal~~

 

haikumyheart

haikuhorizons

 

Just write

 

Wars make me sad

Be it of any kind.

So write about those lives

That moved on with hope.

 

There must have been such souls

That suffered a lot

But dealt with pain.

The song of the martyrs

The true warriors.

There must have been a few.

 

Write about those mothers       

Who sent their children

To the war fronts

And knew they’ll never come back.

 

Somewhere,

Everyday a thought,

A word,

Or a deed

Drops like a nuclear bomb

And some graves are built.

Everyday!

Write about those poignant tales.

There is so much to write.

 

And yes,

In the end

Don’t forget to write about

Those peacemakers

Who loved life more

But embraced death.

~~payal~~

#MondayMusings

yellow dreams

Ridgegourd flowers, Saharanpur,2016

delicate flowers
often bloom with promises
one step at a time
~~payal~~

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#WW 126

A short trip #MondayMusings

Saharanpur,2016

There is some kind of satisfaction that I get whenever I visit Saharanpur, my hometown. Last week, it was a long weekend, and we decided to visit my parents and my inlaws. Time just flies by when we are with them. 

Also this time, my husband and I thought of meeting a very good friend of mine from my school days who by chance was in the city at that time.

We were meeting after four years. The moment he saw me, he asked, “How are you? How is your health?” I don’t know why these questions surprised me. Somehow I felt good that my friend is genuinely concerned.  I guess, except my close family rarely people ask me this now. I realized how much these questions matter. Sometimes, such questions bring our attention to ourselves, especially during the times when we are dealing with some issues.

How wonderful it feels when nothing changes between friends, no matter wherever we are in our life. With some old friends time and distance doesn't matter. Just that we get involved in deeper and reflective conversations. We three had a great time together.

I am grateful for all the lovely people in my life. No matter wherever I go, my roots shall keep me grounded.

-payal

Linking it to #MondayMusings

 

together

magical mornings-

out of silvery conscience

new questions emerge

:

New questions emerge

While unfolding mysteries

Tricky fantasies

:

Tricky fantasies

Unaware of light and dark

Magical mornings

-payal

haiku my heart
ww#124

Control #MondayMusings

 

A leaf swayed

With due reverence

And tried to touch

The wind’s soul

Obsessed was the wind

That pushed it away

It had a fear

Of being controlled.

Fear of being controlled often keeps people away from living in the moment, and experiencing happiness. Let love flow freely...to you...and through you.

~~payal~~

Linking it with #MondayMusings

April

2014 image

 

April,

You still give me shivers

Reminding me of the cold

That I sustained.

Somewhere standing

On the edge of summer

I see a ray of hope

In the yellow blossoms.

~~payal~~

bittersweet

Gurgaon, 2016

Bittersweet moments
engraved on shadows and light
Soft purple verses.
~~payal~~

haikumyheart

 

purple- a lune

purple reflections-
expressing
rough edges of life
~~payal~~

A lune as a part of NaPoWriMo 2016
 

light

Gurgaon, 2015
 

Yet another ray of Sun,
shines through the curtain
Everything lights up.
~~payal~~

haiku my heart
WW#122

Contemplation: my way

work-in-progress, contemplative moments, Gurgaon

 

I was almost clueless when some new ideas emerged. I dipped paper napkin in gouache, dried it, and then I tried to find myself in pen and ink. Some truths revealed, some patterns formed, imagination ripened revealing wisdom of the soul.

Delightful morning-
I understand the patterns
in raw expressions
~~payal~~


haikumyheart Please send in some positive vibes.
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