Tuesday, 10 November 2015

On A Quiet Rainy Day

It's raining and I had the whole day to myself to relax and introspect. Life hasn't changed much, neither have I. Just like the rain. Sometimes, it is a heavy downpour, sometimes, a drizzle. But the essence remains the same. Sometimes, I wish I had him close so I could tell him all my thoughts and sometimes I wish, he was here and understood the unspoken. We haven't seen too many rainy days together. I just wish we do in the near future. A few more days to go. I'll see him again and I hope it rains. There's nothing more beautiful than the rain and the beloved by your side in winter.

Sunday, 18 October 2015

Aviamy

She has known Heaven, a tapestry of delicate light beams,
She has known laughter, one that cascades from the soul
She lives her dreams, she has known the divine bliss,
She is no longer an entity but the air she breathes,
No longer the darkness but a beautiful luminescence,
She's protected, she's loved, and she knows
All the brightness, the happy strains, the peace
All the sweet, fragrant moments,
The God within her and around, is him.

Thursday, 24 September 2015

Autumn Bliss

What can I give you today? You have all of me, all of my dreams interwoven with yours, all of my prayers and thoughts hovering around you, uncountable wishes for your well being strewn on the path; I've nothing I can give you today. Perhaps, I do have some stray words that unsuccessfully attempt to describe how much you mean to me. Something I can tell you better with the simple things we do together, like watching a movie with our fingers entwined, making an omelette or just lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling and talking about everything under the sun.

I love you. You breathe life into my existence.

Happy Birthday, my beloved Husband! :)

Thursday, 17 September 2015

Love Letter #6

Dearest B

Let's run away. The hills are beautiful. We shall build a little cottage with a picket fence around. I'm sure SAP is interesting, so is Acinetobacter baumannii. But they are keeping us apart. The fast paced life is exhausting and not coming home to you compounds it. I'll not crib about it. Let's just run away and live one moment at a time. Let's be crazy together. Let's be happy together. I'll read out Byron's poems to you sometime, you read 'The old man and the sea' to me some nights. You, me and the books. It'll be a beautiful life. The dreamers will have longer,quieter nights to weave their dreams.

Yours Forever
G


Love Letter #5

Dearest B


Do you remember me being fascinated by a singing bird in the cardamom plantations of Munnar? I'd whistle with it and run to the balcony to have a glimpse of that elusive charmer. It is one of the most soothing sounds that have touched my soul. A gentle whistling in absolute silence. 

Why am I talking about it today? Well, I was reading a collection of short stories by Ruskin Bond, 'Falling in love again', where he has mentioned the bird's name in umpteen places. Whistling-thrush... That's what is the beautiful, melodious bird called. And do you know what it sings? I'd like to quote some lines from the book, "Blackbird on the wing, bird of the forest shadows, black rose in the long ago summer, this was your song - It isn't time that's passing by, it is you and I'.

Beautiful lines, isn't it? That holds true only for the bird and us. When it comes to you and me, it's only the time that's passing by. We'll be here, there, everywhere; together, forever; you and I.




Sunday, 6 September 2015

Chhena Poda

Chhena Poda, which literally means 'burnt cheese,' is a very popular sweet dish from the state of Odisha (eastern India). For all the curious readers, the details about this quintessential cheese dessert can be found online. Despite the title, this page too is about B, my husband. A beautiful memory got triggered while having the sweet tonight.

On a rain-kissed evening,
She sat by the window,
Day dreaming and sighing,
Watching the fireflies glow

I was a little disappointed because I was missing him and desperately wanted to see him. The rain has that effect every time. He lived in the other end of the city and had just got back from work so a request for a meeting would have been unreasonable. When he called, he immediately sensed my distress and asked, 'What'll make you happy now?' I said, 'Chhena Poda'. I love the sweet and was certain that it would be unavailable here in the southern part of the country. That was my way of telling him that I can't have the thing that'd cheer me up.

After an hour, I got a call from him again. He asked me to come outside. He stood there, smiling at me, holding a packet of 'Chhena Poda'. That instant, all the gloom just disappeared.

She ran into his warm embrace,
Planted a kiss on his cheek,
He looked around in a daze,
Like a little lamb, shy and meek.

We loped off across the road to a little eatery. It had begun drizzling again. All I did was stare at him with moist eyes and smile. How could he be so insanely perfect? I kept asking myself while relishing the 'Chhena Poda' that night. Well, that's something I still ask myself every day. He never ceases to surprise me. All his quirks, the way he showers his love is just divine. I am living my 'Happily Ever After' and am extremely grateful to the Universe for bringing us together.

If he reads this, he'll say, 'All she does the whole day is think about B'. Ah, well, I admit, I'm a little obsessed. Possessed, perhaps, would be a better word. Forgive me, but its only these memories that help me survive, with him so far away (6500 miles away). 




Saturday, 5 September 2015

Someday...

Across the oceans
Wherever you are
In the distant land,
I'll be there,
To say, I love you,
In the midst of
The fields of dazzling colours...
Colours of our hearts
In deep meditation
Lost in the infinite space
It'll all be yours and mine;
Our time, our realm,
Our song, our dream...
A dance, a kiss,
The soul dissolving bliss.

Friday, 4 September 2015

Colours Of My Paradise

The yellow of the silent Autumns,
The grey of the floating clouds,
The blue of the gigantic oceans,
The green of the wet meadows,
The black of the fragrant nights,
The brown of his laughing eyes,
Splashed on its tranquil canvas,
Are the colours of my paradise.

Thursday, 3 September 2015

Come Back...

Come back, my love, into my arms,
The longer it waits,
The gloomier it gets;
The heart breaks and sadness disarms

Come back, my love, stay close
There are dreams to share 
A soul to bare
Come back, with a single red rose.

Come back, my love, time awaits
She needs to rest now
Regain her sparkling glow
Come back, we'll watch the sunsets.

Cloudless skies weep, shadows scream,
Rain ceases to charm
The sun isn't warm
Come back, you're this dreamer's dream.

Wednesday, 2 September 2015

The First Meeting!

He stood there, dressed in black. She, dressed in black as well, came rushing down the stairs to meet this enigmatic man. Eyes met. They then looked away, the lashes fluttering shyly. They smiled when they looked into each other again and the conversations began. Eyes talked of this life, the previous lives and of the time before that. They recognised each other.

As they began walking towards their destination, she felt a strange sense of peace within, a warmth she'd been wishing to feel for years. She loved the way he looked at her with his luminous loquacious eyes. He heard what she didn't say and she felt what he didn't do. They opened up to each other and then unlocked a world of their own, away from the chaos. 


Thus began their story. The story of their journey together. 




Tuesday, 1 September 2015

Love Letter #4

Dearest B

Days have been gloomy lately. I miss your presence, your warmth, your adorable, addictive smile... I miss sitting by your side with my head gently resting against your shoulder and talking incessantly about our quirks and dreams. I even miss the way you absentmindedly drum your little finger on your chin and the upper lip in an alternating way while you lie on your stomach, engrossed in a movie.

I understand, it's not the Victorian era where lovers at a distance would helplessly be waiting for a word from the faraway land. We talk, share umpteen pictures, uncountable messages everyday; why do I still find something amiss?  The answer is obvious.

This distance is essential, the world says. Acquiring knowledge and developing skills is important to survive and have a comfortable life. What's needed to be done, should be done without delay so that there's no space for regrets in the future. Ah, all the logic! It makes no sense to the dreamer.

She knows just one thing - Every bit of her loves you and will always love you.

Yours forever

G



Sunday, 9 August 2015

Connected


Fifty two stories for fifty two Saturday evenings,
Drenched in love, a delicate, tender romance, he promises
He makes me believe in dreams set in paradise,
Chocolaty, sweet, warm, trickling down my essence.

The heart stirs, he smiles, and the chaos fades away,
With eyes shut, his arms around my waist, we sway,
Dancing away into our Universe, we live another day,
Yesterday imprinted on this day, keeping distance at bay.

We hold on to uncountable moments, past and present,
Living them over and over again, radiant and ebullient,
He whispers little secrets, about his desires and intent,
About us together, watching the sun's ascent and descent.

Words, his gentle words, flow like the wayward streams,
Meandering, never pausing, amidst the valley of dreams,
They paint beautiful portraits of love with varied themes,
With the happiest shades of a million, exotic light beams.

Tuesday, 28 July 2015

Two Years

A million words have been written,
Uncountable dreams have been woven,
Beautiful bouquets of promises,
Overwhelming torrents of kisses,
Love, its tangible definitions,
Unconditional always...
Have seeped deep, so deep,
There's only us and the divine grace.


Sunday, 28 June 2015

Twenty Nine

Leisure seems like a dreaded malady
Tonight, the soul cries,
The heart aches
Tears; they seep out stealthily
If only the mind knew why...
There’s love around, unconditional love
The fortress of affection stands strong
Where is it breached then?
For a million thoughts, a million emotions
Drown every alive and fluttering dream.
Time flies when it should crawl
And stops when it should fly.
With a part of the soul miles away,
Tis a struggle to find the drifting self
Lost in the dark, infinite vacuum.
It’ll live; the knowledge poisons romance
She wasn’t meant to be without him.
The heart wasn’t supposed to beat.
In this incomplete, hazy Universe
She shouldn't...
She can’t even finish her soliloquy.



Monday, 1 June 2015

Cardamom Plantations And Happiness

Spiraling up the mountain, like a wisp of smoke, were two euphoric souls
Their essence fluttered to the touch of the warm, pristine greenery,
Tall trees, their branches and leaves, swayed with the restless wind 
The wind that pushed the cottony clouds closer and closer to them.
Breathing in through that veil of clouds, their hands clasped tightly,
Spellbound by the drooping lilies, hundreds of white and red hibiscus
And the the aroma of the wet soil, the wet rocks,  the wet moss,
They discovered the source of magic; a sparkling stream of water.
She whistled a song, an elusive bird in the vast wilderness,
It echoed around the quiet valley, a melody never heard before,
'Twas gentle, 'twas happy, 'twas contagious like an infant's laughter.
Soon the crickets joined in to create the symphony of eternal peace.
The path kept getting narrower, the mist denser, the bends sharper,
They reached another part of the Elysian path, amidst the tea bushes.
He drew her closer; leaning on each other, they looked on in a trance,
While being whisked away into a love filled world, away from chaos,
Somewhere deep within the serene stretches of the cardamom plantations.

Thursday, 21 May 2015

Change

A fractured piece of melody,
Lingers around, drifts away,
At times, it follows
Her essence to her core
Like a dark, haunting memory.


Tiny rivulets of pain cloud her sight,
She looks ahead, knowing
The dark will have its vengeance
For being abandoned,
For being destroyed by the light.


Black; she reminds herself tonight,
'Twas once her adored garb
Not unholy but infinite,
The color of vacuum.
She'll wait till the end of the night.


She smiles at the setting sun,
Breathing in the petrichor.
They lurk around,
The creatures of the night,
Intimidated, as she walks on.