Let's celebrate life
sowing seeds of happiness.
We grow together
:
:
We grow together
as time slowly passes by.
Life inspires me.
~~payal~~
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Let's celebrate
Let's celebrate life
sowing seeds of happiness.
We grow together
:
:
We grow together
as time slowly passes by.
Life inspires me.
~~payal~~
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Compassion #1000Speak
Let’s be compassionate ,
A little towards ourselves first.
And then lend a helping hand,
Wipe off some tears
Spread some smiles.
A moment of relief,
To those in dark,
To those in need,
And make someone’s day
Today.
Let’s be authentic,
Help someone,
Be kind enough
And understand
That the other person
is a human too.
Forgive and forget
some mistakes,
Reach out
with compassion and care,
with genuine smile and kindness.
Before our intentions,
our words reach others.
Our actions imprints
The tales of joys and sorrows
in the sands of time.
Listen,
love and compassion,
heals the frozen hearts.
~~payal~~
1000 Speak for GOOD on 20th Feb., 2015
Insight
"Everything is fine. Nobody is happy."
Every moment has a lot to offer.
Learn and reflect
with open heart and mind.
Some insights lie in the moment, whenever we need them. Wherever we are we have to stay aware, look around, and who knows the walls might start speaking to us.
As I contemplate in this fleeting moment, I wonder, do we give ourselves permission to be happy? We think and think and allow the situation to consume us. Most of the time we live in the past, magnifying our problems instead of living in the moment. Present is perfect! You are not alone. Reflect , rise and shine!
~~payal~~
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WW#72
Love birds
Delightful
lovers
Reciting the
song of love
In
silence, within.
:
:
Soft light guides them
while
strolling through verdant
blossoms.
Love- it's simply pure.
~~payal~~
purple promises
image 2014, Gurgaon
As I swim in the lake of strong emotions, I listen to the quiet spirit of the tiny healing blooms with trust and faith. An elixir of life, wrapped with purple promises, kissed by sunshine, offers a gift of hope. What choked me once, heals me now.
~~payal~~This is an image of delicate basil flowers.
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WW#71
Carnation- a haiku
I talk to myself
when mind is free of worries.
golden reflections.
:
I set myself free
from all doubts and confusions
deep red carnation.
~~payal~~
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India Was One - my views
This book took off like a dream in a
mysterious way, a bit dramatically author starts to unfold the story of Jai and
his wife Kaahi where Jai is in South India and Kaahi in North.
Appreciate all the efforts of the author who has put his
heart and soul in this book. Moreover this book gives us an idea of how an
Indian feels in U.S.
“You can
take an Indian out of India, but you can never take India out of an Indian” ~An
Indian.
Detailed description of states and culture, the customs and
rituals make us understand a lot more about India and want us to visit the
places. I specially liked the chapter on Rajasthan.
The train journey is very well expressed.
This book speaks to every Indian. At some point or the
other, we as Indians can relate to the situations handled with care by the author
of this book who prefers to be called An Indian.
"The soldiers have refused to fire at their fellow Indians."
"The soldiers have refused to fire at their fellow Indians."
Personally, I am not a very big fan of cricket, but the
chapters are well penned.
“Nothing like test cricket. It teaches you to be patient.”
It’s a story of friendship and of love that goes along with
well woven characters.
Author asks a few thought provoking questions towards the
end. The book left me with a will to celebrate unity in diversity. Loved the artwork in
the book.
The book ends with a beautiful poem.
Some books just happen. Many thanks to “An Indian”, author of
“India was One” for sending me his book.
here are various book sites (including India).
http://www.indiawasone.com/General/Availability.aspx
~~payal~~
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here are various book sites (including India).
http://www.indiawasone.com/General/Availability.aspx
~~payal~~
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Slow down
oil pastels on paper
Create with passion,
Pour in your love,
Slow down
For there is no rush.
Slowly get aware
of the various shades
That looks like
moments
We perceive
differently.
Like all your feelings
The colours shall blend
With one another
And smudge
all uneven surfaces
while erasing the
negativity
and making it even.
Today,
I picked up
a box of oil pastels,
opened it,
and the colours were
inviting
the forgotten artist
in me
to draw and paint.
I had no words to
write.
Clueless,
I write a letter
to myself.
~~payal~~
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interpretations
interpretations
often play a major role
in this game called life.
~~payal~~
~~payal~~
Bemused
That day was different. As I mingled with the familiar faces
in the crowd, our eyes met. He was standing in a corner, looking at me. I got
busy talking to everyone around. Soon I turned back but he was not there.I was lost in his thoughts, to an extent that I saw him everywhere I went. While
returning back, I thought I saw him
standing there on the sidewalk, on a cold winter evening. I saw him walking with
me on the road that never existed. Just like life, he was an illusion. A
fragment of my imagination.
~~payal~~
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Remembrance
2015 image,Goa
When frozen hearts melt,
restlessness turns red and leave.
I remember you.
~~payal~~
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winter street
Sometimes we need to stop bothering about the surroundings, stop thinking too much, do our best and just enjoy being in the moment.
On the street
in the winter rain,
a comfortable company
soothing conversation
favourite delicacy
and a cup of tea
made my day,
today,
as we revived
a few memories
of the good old days.
~~payal~~
WW#68
Ignoble dreams
2014 image, Gurgaon
In that moment of hopeless wonder
when world seems crazy
in its ignorable quest..
sullen dreams
dissipates
and dissolve in
oblivious entities.
-payal
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In that moment of hopeless wonder
when world seems crazy
in its ignorable quest..
sullen dreams
dissipates
and dissolve in
oblivious entities.
-payal
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show- haiku time
2015 image, Goa
chaotic currents-
silence of the sun-kissed sea,
shows me where it hurts.~~payal~~
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Touch-me-not
Ah! These pretty flowers
hurt-me-not
please-me-not
I so love these
touch-me-nots
~~payal~~
WW#67
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"Try" - haiku time
2013 image, Goa
Frozen symphonies
create amusing patterns.
Please try not to judge.
~~payal~~
haiku horizons #47
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Grace
"Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a saint- some of them are so hard to live with- but a sour old person is the crowning work of the devil. Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people. And give me Lord the grace to tell them so."~17th century nun's prayer
This is the 17th century nun's prayer that I found on the wall of my favourite place, St. John of God Convent where we went today to meet our friends Sr. Soraya and Sr. Fatima. Sr. Fatima told me that I had missed an exhibition that happened last month in which they exhibited their entire lives through charts and now they have dismantled it and sent it to Daman. She was excited while telling about the way their stall kept them busy and how they had made a tree with leaves of thoughts on them, like "God Loves You.", and asked people to pluck one. Interesting! They always find a way to spread happiness! :)
~~payal~~
WW#66
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A cup of tea
Tea leaves were swirling in pool of hot water and milk. Its’
refreshing aroma was inviting. When tea was ready, Sher Singh poured it in an
aluminium kettle and started serving it in kulhar
to the old men sitting on wooden bench near the tea stall, talking and
laughing. Tea added special flavour to the olden days charm and relationships.
Many college students
were drinking their cup of tea, as purity of thoughts sealed in fortress of
transparent malleable dreams, while celebrating youth and preparing for future.
An observer, plucked some
moments from celebrations, as tea leaves told the story.
~~payal~~
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