wings



Gouache on paper, Gurgaon, 2015

Life might not seem to be easy at times, but it’s simple for sure.

I remember, once I was doing dry brush painting, and went wrong somewhere. My teacher said, “there is a possibility of making it right as long as the paper is intact.”

I feel, it applies to life too. As long as we are alive, we can make our lives better. There is always a possibility of making things right. As the colours we choose blend on the sheet to make a piece of art ; with positive strokes, and vibrant colours of peace and joy, we can choose to paint our life.

 

 Life becomes easy

in ordinary moments

silent reflections.

:

silent reflections

in winged imagination

it's winter again

:

it's winter again

balancing my energies

present is perfect

 ~~payal~~

#Mondaymusings



Ground

2015, NH-58
 

Standing on the ground

Full of possibilities

I count my blessings

:

I count my blessings

And choose to stay positive

Journey continues

:

Journey continues

Leaving the darkness behind

I make my choice

:

I make my choice

Listening to my calling

Standing on the ground.

~~payal~~

haiku horizons
WW#110
 

salt

Goa, 2015

Moments full of life

Dipped in saline emotions

Cold winter morning

:

Cold winter morning

In the warmth of his embrace

Happiness galore

:

Happiness galore

Overcoming the darkness

Moments full of life

~~payal~~

and ....

Two spoons full of salt

wipes out negativity.

Keep your aura clean.

~~payal~~

haiku horizons #Salt

haiku my heart

WW#108

moonlight

Gurgaon,2015

Auspicious moonlight

Falls on the pillars and ground

Shadows form patterns

:

Shadows form patterns

As the moon watches over

I silently pray.

:

I silently pray,

My constant companion

-Auspicious moonlight.

~~payal~~

haiku my heart
WW#106

 

joy



2015,Gurgaon

 

Exploring my depths

I found some flowers

Growing in the weeds.

Just then, I discovered

Some places

That left me confused.

Untouched memories

That were hiding

In the dark spaces

Found a safe shore.

A spark kindled

the flames of joy

~~payal~~

It's Day 31 of #OctPoWriMo.

This was my third year of participation. Being present to the need of the hour, I lived, and relived some parts of my life, surprising myself, yet again. As always, I enjoyed this journey.

 

Messengers

2015, Haridwar
 

I see a white hawk-

Spiritual connection

God sent messenger

:

 God sent messenger

When winter knocks at the door

Lift up my spirits

:

Lift up my spirits

Powerful companion

I see a white hawk

~~payal~~

haiku my heart

It's Day 30 of #OctPoWriMo

 

I had never seen a White Hawk before and clicked this picture out of curiosity on our way back home. I am thankful to God for these messengers who always remind me to look at a situation with higher perspective and provide clarity of vision.

 

 

Learning



2014, Gurgaon

 

When ghosts of the past

Raise their heads

 from the graves,

Hazy

Ornated webs

blur the mind.

 

Some things never end.

They go round and round

In circles

Some patterns are created

And we find ourselves trapped

in this vicious cycle

standing in that place

that once started from nowhere.

There must be something

In the place

In each case.

I turn the page

with hope and faith.

Life keeps us moving.

~~payal~~

 It's Day 29 of #OctPoWriMo

CLOUDS (An Acrostic)

Gurgaon, 2015

Clouds of doubt engulf the clear sky

Lifeless trails of memories keep floating by

Often I find the moon wrapped in silvery gleam

Umpteenth layer of masked conspiracy it seems.

Dreamy adventures overshadow obstinate beliefs

Sun shines in the heart and gives relief.
~~payal~~
It's #OctPoWriMo Day 28

gleaming notes

Mussoorie, 2015

 

As the sun

broke the horizon,

fanciful stars

sparkled

with mischievous gleam

in the moon’s eye and

wrote quaint verses

with dew drops

on fragile petals.

~~payal~~

It's #OctPoWriMo Day 27

Strength

Picture prompt, OctPoWriMo

Standing in the shade, looking towards the Sun

Leaning against a pillar, on a bright summer day

Sun in all its’ glory,was shining on the walls,

Day was too long, she watched the shadow play.

Walls that stood between her and her world

Play of the destiny, her treasures she gave away.

 

World reflected in her eyes, with rarity of thoughts,

Away she went tiptoeing around the quiet place,

Thoughts that had brought her there while connecting the dots,

Place she was standing took her back in that space

Dots were connected, and there she heaved a sigh of relief

 Space was now transparent, all the demons she was ready to face.

~~payal~~

It's Day 26 of #OctPoWriMo Loop poetry

..And then



mussoorie, 2015

And then

Black and grey

Clouds rose from the

Depths and

Engulfed the

Flowering valley.

Glass door turned hazy

Hindering clarity of vision.

In that moment

Juggling breath

Kindled the flame

Lighting it up at dusk.

Molten lava created the ground

New places were found.                                                                                                   

Out of the blue

Pleasant petrichor intoxicated as rains

Quenched the thirst of barren lands while

Reclaiming life.

Strange shift brought it all back on track.

Tiny flowers blossomed.

Ultimately the sunshines on the autumn leaves.

Voices very clear, from near and far

Wandering in the quiet places through

Xeroxed time spans

Yield memories in

Zephyr touch.

~~payal~~

26 lines poem #OctPoWriMo


 

Seascapes

2015, Mussoorie

My thoughts travel afar

along with the Sun

Right from the moment

It rises

Till it sets.

As I watch from my window sill

A leafless tree

Stands tall

In autumn.

As the tree sheds its leaves,

It leaves the mark of spring behind

on my curtains.

Bathing in the golden glow

Seascapes unravel the mysteries

of the hidden treasures

Within.

~~payal~~
 

It's Day 24 of #OctPoWriMo

Inspired by a photograph on tracesofthesoul

Growth

2015, Mussoorie
 

whispering windows-
secrets of grass revealed
blooming grass flowers
:
:
blooming grass flowers-

possibility of growth
is everywhere
~~payal~~

Haiku my heart

It's #OctPoWriMo Day 23

 

Truth and lies

Ahmedabad,2015

 

Do you trust me enough?

No matter what I say,

You’ll hear my words,

In your own sweet way.

So, in this simple game of life,

Leaving it all aside

Let’s live our truth

and leave behind the lies.

~~payal~~

It's day 22 of #OctPoWriMo  

 

seasons

2014,Gurgaon

 

As the petals

float on water

silent echoes from

buried treasures

can be heard in

the quiet songs

of flowing river

that secretly floods the

rocky shores.

Precious notes get

submerged in the tides.

Seasons change.

~~payal~~

It's #OctPoWriMo Day 21

 

 

 

 

 

Lost and found



 2015

 

I lost myself

In dark shadows

But was saved by grace

I found myself

Back again

Safe in love’s embrace.

~~payal~~

 

It's Day 20 of #OctPoWriMo

Cappuccino

Goa,2012

 

With the first sip,

 I found it bitter,

To make it better,

 I added some sugar

and stirred cautiously

 for some time,

In the meantime,

 I lost my rhyme.

:

It was time to indulge

In your exotic flavour 

But when I tasted,

 Let, truth be told

For me , dear Cappuccino,

you had turned cold.           

:

I didn’t have a choice

Either I had to take you bitter

Or I had to take you cold.

So now I leave my thoughts behind

Not to forget,

some habits are old.

:

No, it’s not a blame game

There was a genuine hurt

We all make mistakes,

we all do.

How you take it,

it’s all upto you.

:

As bunch of apologies

float on the surface

I fail to understand

What went wrong that day

Was it wrong with you dear Cappuccino

Or was it me who got carried away?

~~payal~~

 

It's Day 19 of #OctPoWriMo

 

 

 

Beware



Goa, 2015

 

 

In the energy field

There is no place to hide.

 Beware, O’ Man,

Stay true,

For you know not

what all you might lose

When the mask falls off.

~~payal~~

It's Day 18 of #OctPoWriMo

Watch the dance




Mussoorie, 2015

 

Forgetting the whats, whens, and hows

They spread their wings in joy

Watch the dance of these angels

 

Listen to the call of nature

Free yourself from fears

Forgetting the whats, whens, and hows

 

As they gently sway with the wind

Lost in their own world in a close dance

They spread their wings in joy

 

As they rejoice in their being

 Celebrating their precious life

Watch the dance of these angels

~~payal~~

Poetry form :Cascade

It's Day 17 of #OctPoWriMo
WW#103

Haiku time

Mussoorie, 2015

It was a cold day
Wild Dahlias were awake
on the mountain slopes.
:
On the mountain slopes
while romancing with nature
heart is filled with joy.
:
heart is filled with joy
I count breath in syllables
contemplative trance.
~~payal~~

haiku my heart