"Forgiveness" #NaPoWriMo #Day17

Forgive..
with an open heart, 
and receive joy and happiness
 that is bestowed upon you
 in abundance.

 Forgive...
 because when you are at peace,
 it all makes sense.
 That is the nature.

 Forgive..
 for you don't want to be
 a part of the situation.

 Forgive..
 for it's the beginning
 of spiritual evolution.

Blessed are the ones
 who forgive and move on.
 For holding on to grudges,
 blemish the beauty of the soul.

 I erase hundreds
of spoken words
 By the end of the day,
Hurts, pain, mistakes,
for I understand
when I forgive,
 I am forgiven. ~payal 

What it takes #NaPoWriMo #Day16

 Do you know what it takes
 to compose a poem,
 in the world of words,
that touch the hearts?
 Here I am,
writing, and contradicting,
effortlessly,
 a palinode in making.
 I rarely remember,
the words I write,
as not all days
 are the same.
 My mind wanders
 through the Red desert,
with scanty thoughts,
 like shrubs,
and finds an oasis.
 The unlimited efforts,
 put in through
 the sleepless nights,
 helps me to
climb that mountain.
 Backhanded clouds,
my inner critics,
tried to manipulate
emotional outpourings
but pure intentions
 helped me
to get determined outcome.
 Do you know
what it takes
to compose a poem? ~payal 

Illusion #NaPoWriMo #Day15

Here's to the book of life,
A journey of a flower,
 Illusion : a line of horizon.
from where I see.

 Sunset hues sprinkle
all over the sky,
As the Sun sets,
 and the moon shines
 in all its glory
 lingering words of wisdom,
 and promises, kept and broken,
keep resonating
 till the night descends.

 Jars full of pickles,
 Earthen pots on fire,
Smell of the earth,
paper boats,
 and flying airplanes
 from one room to another,
flashes of memories thus.

 Lighting up the dark chambers,
 Hands full of pleasure and pain..
Friendships fostered
in lovers paradise..
The homecoming.
Is it the end
or the beginning? ~payal

Inspiration #NaPoWriMo2020 #Day14

 Inspiration drives in
 through several doors,
if we unlock our hearts
 and stay open,
 to receive the gifts
 that are waiting..
for us to unwrap. ..

 Poets from the yore,
and the living legends,
 all have a lot to share.
 These guiding lights
 help us to grow and keep
our imagination bright. .

As we keep moving
 on our path,
we find the critics
whose advise if followed
gives shape to our thoughts,
 and turn them
 into masterpieces.

 It's heartbreaking
 to know the ones
who asked me
to start writing,
and be original
 were the ones,
 who lost their way. ~payal .   

Musings.. #NaPoWriMo #Day13

 I stole a little twinkle of the stars,
silver of the moon,
 Verses from the night,
 and glow from the noon.
 I stole from moments
 Joys and sorrows,
 happiness and tears,
 a little courage
 to live without fear. ..
and thereafter
 Sweet moments
 blended
with Sweet melodies
 Now sweetly rhyme
 beauty in the moment
 I made it mine.
 He always say
 "You stole my heart,
with your rhythm."
 ....and I tell him
 "Today my muse,
You're my poem."
~payal

"What's on my mind" -a triolet #NaPoWriMo'20 #Day12

You want to know what's on my mind
 I let silence speak this time.
I think a lot and then I find,
You want to know what's on my mind.
I feel relaxed as I unwind,
A perfect note with perfect rhyme.
 You want to know what's on my mind
I let silence speak this time. ~payal

Ball lily #NaPoWriMo #Day11

 During this time, every year,
 A stem wriggles its head
 from the soil,
to teach lessons of love,
friendship,humanity
and shows its growth,
and transforms itself,
 in a round ball shaped,
 bloom, like a globe,
We call it ball lily.

 The red strands
 delicately strewn as petals,
 each a complete flower,
grow together beautifully.

Each petal, yet again,
a different strand,
 maintains its individuality, 
but, connected, to form the shape
 and enhance the beauty.

 Beauty of togetherness,
 Beauty of equality.

 As I observe closely,
 I find some buds, in between,
like hands folded in prayers,
 right in the centre of the circle,
 formed by the elderly,
 to protect and guide them,
 as they start their journey.

 Nature has its own ways,
 to heal and teach lessons
 of and for life,
All we need to do is,
 slow down, and pause
 for a while
 To admire the
beauty of nature,
flowering
 right in front of our eyes.

 I am grateful for the lessons,
 Like these lily bulbs,
 that beautifully multiply. ~payal 

"A nest" NaPoWriMo #Day 10(2)

 I
 Wake up
 To Bulbul's sound. .

 Here
 I see
 Nest in balcony. ..

 What
 a treasure
I have found. .

We
 together now
Live in harmony. .

I did offer
Grain and water. ~payal

Venting out on the prompt.. #NaPoWriMo #Day10

 Virus
this year
Any antivirus there?
 .
If
it works,
 remove it, please!
.
 Reboot
 This year
Is it possible?
 ..
I
 so often
miss my mom
 ..
mom
 easily chose
death over life
. .
Or
 I Wonder
Did she know?
 ..
Time
 It's going
 to be tough
. ..
Agonizing
some losses..
Pain shoots up
 ..
 Saw
 Dad's eyes
 had tears today
 ..
 We
 find time..
 Living in now.
 ... ~payal

Hourglass #NaPoWriMo #Day9

"Blue" #NaPoWriMo2020 #Day8

The blue night plants a little blue pale hill,
with blue light encircling a soft blue quill,
Written on pale leaf oft with the twinkling stars,
The dreamy diaries soft moonlight do fill.
Through the deserted lands, blue rivers flow,                          Lowering the burden, it steals the show.
 a light dandelion seed, comes travelling light,           
Raindrops in the hearty mist, twinkle and glow. ~payal 

"In times of Corona" #NaPoWriMo2020 #Day7

 I recently read a news that said
air pollution is man-made.
 All over the world
Coronavirus lockdown
 is having a dramatic impact on pollution.
 Care for Air says it's a wake up call. 
Oh! I feel, I know it all.
 I shifted my attention to a news channel,
It was really funny!
The newsreader interviewed the minister,
In times of Corona, who gave a mantra
 when Corona started in China.
 "Go carona go" but Corona kept saying No.
 Then he gave another nara..
"Narender modi baja denge Carona ke 12."
 I laughed my heart out,
and, I went back to nature,
through the news that showed
 a breathtaking pleasant view,
 of the glowing Himalayas
and happy faces of people,
who might never had got a chance
 to see this magnificent scene,
from the comfort of their homes.
 Nature truly is healing.
 A breath of fresh air
 not only remains a poetic approach,
 but is becoming a reality.
 In this lockdown
We all are into it together,
It's time to keep calm,
to stay connected,
to care for our helpers,
to learn, and to reflect. ~payal

"Mountain landscape" #NaPoWriMo #Day 6

Far from the noise,
 beyond the walls,
 a new world opened its doors,
in myriad hues, for us to reflect ,
 and to wonder.
The mountain landscape,
 away from the city life,
left a soothing imprint
 on my heart.
 Embraced in a bear hug
The nurturing nature,
nurtured the wild,
and added charm
to the swallows flight.
The deers roamed freely,
but oh my! What do I see?
A Raccoon killed a Fawn.
 The mountains stood
in the backdrop,
in rigid shapes, blue.
Weak becomes the prey,
It's true for life too!
 An elephant enters
 from the right,
 Strong headed,
 and walks beside
 the man-made structure
installed in which
 the lines entwined like DNA,
 built on a Lotus structure,
trying to reach the heights.
 A poet in me,
 keeps trying to find
the deeper meanings
and accidentally
 meets the picture,
painted in the era bygone,
that revealed the caged life
when set free, might kill the weak,
 to survive.
Others just gather around
 and watch the show. ~payal

A metaphor #NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo 2020

I travelled afar in search of a metaphor,
 and found it wrapped with moist leaves,
delicious outpourings, fill the room,
with new and old melodies,
 memories play to the tunes,
 peeping through the cracked walls,
 touching the heart's core,
and wild daisies still bloom.

Slowly, the wind blows,
 and turns the page of
 "Paulo Coelho's" "Manuscript of Accra".
 I read it long time ago.
 It was all happening in the now.

 Just then a paper fell down,
 I opened its folds.
 Yasss!! A verse untold.

 On every special occasion, it rains.
"There is some good in everything."
"This too shall pass."
Clean mirror wisdom.
Weeds were bearing
 the burden of feather.
 To others, it was light.

 Coming out of shell,
 she, whose name is Berry,
shall keep spreading light, in healthy spirit,
and keep glowing, as love knows no bounds.
 Quiet Ocean!
 I have written the facts I found by digging deep, hands smell of Rose.
 "Ajeeb tha na?"
My cup of tea is waiting
for a deep conversation
as I finish cracking a metaphor.
~payal 

Soul connections #NaPoWriMo2020 #Day4

 Caged in a big old room,
with known faces,
with old wooden doors,
 ceilings made of wooden planks,
paint chipping off the wall,

"You" and "I"
 tried talking to each other.
 Though strangely,
 the strangers came
 to meet and greet,
 and went away,
 leaving smiles behind.

 I saw the face of friendship
 quiet, lost, bursting into tears,
overwhelmed with emotions.
 I sat beside it,
 trying to calm it down.

 I remember
 a small conversation,
 Meaningless, overwhelming,
 in an unknown land.

The two faces unrecognizable,
but spirit known.
"I" and "You".
"I" the emotions, sometimes ego,
 and "You" the face of friendship.

 The clear words echoed in the morning,
with hues of blues, greens, red, and black
Norms and patterns changed,
Exhilirated, starry eyes
 spoke volumes.
 Was it dream work?
 That gave meaning to recurring dream?

Maybe life was putting us back on our path.
 Making or breaking habits
 the patterns known, unknown.
Friendships are stronger than emotions.
 Telepathic soul connections. ~payal 

Now a days #NaPoWriMo2020 #Day3

 Now a days, during springtime,
Pause and embrace the musical notes
created by the windchimes
that often soothens the heart
when prairie winds rhyme..

 Momentary? It's been a long time!
Stationary frame of silence
on the timeless horizon
 Gracefully changes the outlook.
Meadows within creates the balance.

 Candid compositions, just in time
 While listening to the intuition
On the canvas of heart, glisten.
Unwrapping the gifts and blessings,
Making it through life's transition.
~payal 

Death of a plant #NaPoWriMo2020 #Day2

 A few months ago,
I entered a small shop
 ìn the basement, near the lift,
in Caculo Mall.
The lady dressed in soothing green,
 showed me varieties
of indoor and outdoor plants.
 There were small black insects
 on Chrysanthemum.
 I know they eat up the leaves.
I preferred an indoor plant.
 Unsure of the name,
she explained about a plant,
 and warned me,
 "Change the soil, and water it,
 but it might die."
 I bought it still,
 and kept it
 on the newly designed rack,
with pebbles and glass.
Though I took care,
 Thin, long, green leaves,
 slowly started to wilt, 
One by one it shed its leaves
 and became one
 with the glowing Sunshine,
that brightened its leaves,
 water that glistened it,
soil that nourished it.
 I try to nurture with love,
and create a balance,
 but death of a plant,
 often saddens me.
Now, I have planted
 a succulent in its place,
 and it's flourishing. ~payal

Potter's wheel #Day 1 #NaPoWriMo2020

 My life -a potter's wheel,
Well placed by the master, to my dismay,
Spinning as per his desire,
Who kneads and moulds the clay.

 Imagination takes its shapes and forms,
With stories of its evolution,
Creatively the creator creates
 It's real, as well as illusion.

 I hear the master talk and sing
Whose hands are all covered with clay,
In the heart of hearts, he moulded a thought,
 and made a new product today.

 He gifted me authentic sense of Self,
Together we shape our thoughts with clay,
 Later to be fired and glazed
 I made my presence felt today. ~payal  

A free bird

Every morning
now a days,
She comes in my balcony
and keeps chirping
loudly..
Migrated, from a distant
land,
she brings along
 memories of the season.

She wakes me up,
and flies away,
quickly,
and sits on the palm tree.
The whole day
this sweet little bird
keeps reminding me
of faith and hope,
of freedom,
of the days bygone.
~payal

Outside my window

                                                image2019, Mussoorie

When we visit different places, we meet different kind of people,
 with different views just like the view outside our windows in different seasons.

Letting go all the grudges and regrets outside my window, I allowed fresh air to fill the room with pleasant petrichor. Finally, it was time to relax.

Listening to the music of heartbeats and breath, slowly serenity and peace filled me,
Ah! Breath is beautiful.

Outside my window, were a few trees swaying and dancing with the wind,
the cloudy sky melting into rhymes as if praising the best moments of time.
It felt like heaven.
Witnessing a magnificent sight,
 filled with a new energy
with my cup of tea, I kept watching the clouds play.

 The clouds flew over the mountains, covered the valley, gathered outside my window, and  settled there for a while.
I went out to touch the clouds.
It started to drizzle. Cool air blew my hair.
 I took a dip in the ocean of pleasant thoughts. In gratitude forever, feeling blessed, refreshed and rejuvenated, I came back home and got indulged in my new found passion. Distant dreams became reality.
 -payal

P.S. diary entry after a recent trip to Mussoorie.
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