Gratitude

2015, Goa

Let us start afresh;
It is a new day today.
Stay in gratitude

As I follow my heart, the fire keeps burning within,  guiding and inspiring me to live each moment here and now.
Feeling thankful for positivity in my life.
For the warmth of love in relationships that fills me with joy.
Staying in gratitude for the tiny blessings that sprout in the cold, and warms my heart.
~~payal~~

#haikumyheart
#gratitudecircle

 

Vision

Gurgaon,2016

Early morning thoughts
blooming on frosted window
just being creative
:
just being creative
spending time in solitude
trying to look beyond
:
Trying to look beyond
I could feel it on my skin
Early morning thoughts.

Dense fog. Zero visibility.Today was a perfect winter morning. I tried to clear the frost from my window pane, it was chilling, and then, slowly I started playing with the frost. We can be creative in any situation. It brings clarity to our thoughts.Well, our vision should always be clear.
~~payal~~
haiku my heart
haiku horizons#spend
ww#115
 
 

Dear Diary #MondayMusings

Gurgaon, 2015

Dear Diary,

As I saw you, many memories of yesteryears stirred within. How I wished to write a diary once, but there was a fear, always! What if, someone reads it? (Ofcourse, I know, most of us feel like this.) Afterall, we don’t want to tell everything to everyone.

..and then came a time when I met you. I started sharing my everyday life spilling ink on rough pages. Slowly, you became my habit.

I always felt you, talking to me.

With time I realized, that you were done with my talks, the pages got over, and you became a reflection of my early years.

You know me as I am. Being true to you, was being true to myself. You were my only companion, my best friend. Do you remember, I always said, past is best forgotten? I believe in it still.

I met you again, today, with new pages.  With a lock this time. Do you know, some locks are too easy to open?  Look at yourself. You know it well, but we humans live in this complicated world, and deny simple things. Wish I had some secrets to share. Oh yes, I have lessons that I have learnt. I shall share them with you. One by one.

 Time flies. People change, and habits too, but somethings, I still believe, never change. Our perception changes, and we start looking at things differently.

I know diaries don’t have feelings. We make the pages alive with our stories. It’s we who get attached to them.

~~payal~~

 

P.S. To be true, I never felt the need of maintaining a diary. Eversince, I started writing poems, I have used my diary for poetry writing. Thank you, Deepti. Your gift inspired this post.  I shall use this diary as an art journal. 

#MondayMusings

Balance

Goa, 2015
 

"I have come in order that you might have life-life in all its fullness."~ John 10:10

Balanced mind and soul.
fragrant breath and healing rifts
Still life- a teacher
~~payal~~

 

haikumyheart

WW#114
 

Beyond horizon

 I don’t know if it’s good or bad, if it’s worth it or not, but I can’t be mad at people for a long time. When our patience is tested, at times we react differently, and regret it later. If we are not happy with our reactions, life always gives us a chance to undo our mistakes, with awareness. I feel, it’s
always good to make a conscious choice of reversing that moment of regret, and be at peace.

2015,Goa

Beyond horizon reached the woods dark;

where the Sun had sprinkled its scarlet hues.

With daggers of actions they left the mark;

for how long will they pay their dues?      

:

Where the Sun had sprinkled its scarlet hues;

in liquid thoughts and distilled dreams.

For how long will they pay their dues?

In frosted breath and wondrous themes.

:

In liquid thoughts and distilled dreams;

reversing a moment of regret.

In frosted breath and wondrous themes

shedding the burden of upset.

:

Reversing a moment of regret;

with daggers of actions they left the mark.

Shedding the burden of upset;

beyond horizon reached the woods dark.

~~payal~~

poetry form: Pantoum

prompt at poets on the page

 

Tranquility

Sunset, 2015,Goa

beautiful sunset
gives sense of tranquility
-real stories of time.
:
real stories of time
in moments of surrender-
dreamer's wakefulness
~~payal~~

haiku horizons

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