Music

Today, Gurgaon, 2016

Musical mornings
Unwrap the gifts of nature
Listen to your heart.
~~payal~~
haiku my heart

A friend of mine in Goa brought this chime for me from Gangtok. A wonderful lady of 50 who went for mountaineering. Though she couldn't see the Everest because of the rains but for me she is an inspiration! Dedicating this haiku to her.

haiku time

Gurgaon, 2016

It’s been a long time

Nature heals everything

Quietly relax

~~payal~~

 

haiku my heart



This too shall pass

 

 

 



Goa, 2016

 

 

Random clicks when put together gave me a clear message. This is how God talks to us sometimes, or so I believe.  I am always in awe of such wondrous ways messages that we need in the moment are revealed to us. Yes, with you dear God, as they say, everything is possible.

"Anyone can wear one, but can you bear one?" With power comes responsibilities. When our light goes astray.. We have to bear the cross, To keep darkness at bay.

 

2016 image

 

No matter how strong we are, at times we all feel weak and need support. Then, every ray of light matters! A genuine support is all that is needed.When we love and care for someone, being present  with our light in the time of need is more important than being together in person.Thank you all for your positivity and for the wonderful support that I received, when  my light was getting dim, and I needed it the most.

~~payal~~

This is just a grain of sand. I have seen a sand-dune.
 

#writingwednesdays

 

 

 

 

Pray

                                                           Ahmedabad, 2015
From mother earth,
till child birth..
love exists...

Love is God,
and God is love.

God is..

Goodness of
Our
Deeds
and GOD governs our destiny. Be good, Do good.
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I wasn't well but somehow managed to participate in FOW #5. Thanks to everyone who visited my blog. :)

Memories connect #MondayMusings

Krishnakamal, Panchgani, 2014

 

I wonder how one memory brings in another, and we dive deep in the pool of thoughts. Often we call it contemplation. While remembering a friend of mine in Dehradun, whom I couldn’t meet this time, I remembered a flower in her garden, Krishnakamal.

 I remember how I got fascinated by the charm of this flower when I saw it for the first time in Panchgani, in 2014. It was raining that day.

 I had a picture that I clicked then, so I started looking out for the picture of this flower in my saved photographs.

While looking at this flower, all of a sudden memories took me to the day when randomly I had picked up a book in the central library sometime during these days, way back in 2012.  Jayadev’s “Geet Govind.” I remember that strange awkward feeling of restlessness that had engulfed me when I read the first stanza of the book, strange sense of longing and belonging prevailed. I could feel the pain! That place was too sacred, and I was all in tears and literally shivering.

 I closed the book, and couldn’t stand it anymore. I left the book there in the library, and left with my husband.

 All of a sudden I came back to my senses, and now I dwell in the land where words reside. I am wondering how a moment brought in so many memories reminding me of the book that I started to read but was unable to finish.

Clarity reside in our own minds. Stay aware, stay present and stay connected.

~~payal~~

 

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Forgive and forget

Panjim,Goa,2016

 

 

Why fret?

Forgive and forget.

Hold on to goodness.

Do not expect.

 

Yes,

It’s easier said than done.

But expectations

When attached with choices

Can harm more, and help none.

 

We are just humans.

 

Keep walking.

For there are different pathways

To reach one destination.

-payal

Today the write tribe festival of words-5 comes to an end. This is my Day 7 post.

Silent memories

Caculo mall, Goa, 2016

Memories rush in,

beneath a new monsoon sky.

Sweet old melodies.

I get ready for the rain,

Paper boats float in my mind.

~~payal~~

 

 

 

Goa, 2016

 

Magical raindrops

Soft melodies of the yore

Soothing petrichor.

~~payal~~

Gurgaon, 2016

  

In quiet moments

silent night sings lullaby.

I sleep peacefully.

~~payal~~

 

This is my Day 5 post for writetribe festival of words 5.
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Liquid moments

Gurgaon, 2016

Flowing freely were the liquid moments telling a tale of the gleaming hearts, shooting stars, rose petals, and butterflies.

Scattered on the floor were the pieces of stories, composed and destroyed, beneath frozen footsteps of time.

Our hearts are too fragile, but tiny miracles save them. I kept wandering on the edge of dreamy realities.
~~payal~~


This is my Day 5 post for write tribe festival of words 5.



 

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.

We are celebrating write tribe festival of words#5. Join in the fun here.

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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 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~~

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yellow dreams

Ridgegourd flowers, Saharanpur,2016

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

haikumyheart
#WW 126