That one true faith and love!
It is a balm on my burnt skin, a lavender candle at the end of the day, a soothing touch of velvet from a rose shrub, the warmth of cocoa and coffee, the strings and beats from a forlorn melody.
The light I need is right there - spread all around me - in every speck of things, a magic like no other! But when it gets difficult to see the magic in reality, I open the latch to my refuge: another world in this world, in my mind. A world that's always been a beacon of hope for me.
The magical world of Hogwarts!
My love. My life. My light.
'Tis that time of the day
When ugly monsters make their way.
Crawling out of their patchy graves
Clawing into so raw my brains.
All day long is a numbness persistent
Pushing back those demons insistent.
Come the night and the curtain falls
On barren lands and lonely halls.
The betrayal comes and slaps me hard
As naiveté sobs and sits there scarred.
Love and trust fly out the window
As iciness and hurt soak head to toe.
ये सन्नाटे भी एक कहानी कह जाते हैं
हमारे मन के शोर को चीखों में बदल जाते हैं।
तन्हाइयों को भी दोष दें हम कैसे
जब महफ़िलों में भी हम अकेले रह जाते हैं।।
The most misrepresented of emotions.
And yet, it's the most profound.
It has the power to make you so deeply spiritual.
Forever grateful and at peace in life.
Pure, unadulterated love.
One that flows between any two creations of nature.
That magnificent feeling of you being a part of everything.
And everything being a fragment of you.
That you have the entire cosmos in your mind.
Yet you're one speck of stardust from the universe.
I sit here in a crowded park.
Facing my usual dilemma:
Whether to read or start a conversation.
Yet again as I pull out my kindle,
I see a familiar face approaching.
I keep my bag aside and smile.
I don't know her as much,
So we exchange pleasantries.
And then the topic of work pops up.
I listen a lot and talk scarce.
Contemplating my typical aversion:
How much is too much to talk.
We keep stumbling across common things,
And the chatter effortlessly flows.
Until it's time to take leave.
As I walk back to my apartment,
I'm struck by this profound realisation.
We live full lives in all our regularities.
The beauty is not in chasing the elusive glory,
Rather in all joys and sorrows and inc...
A game of illusions.
Where do you belong?
You say it's your own.
But is it?
Are you free?
Your own person?
Unfettered from illusory views?
And stigmatized opinions?
What am I grateful for?
Yes, I made through another day
Without faltering on the way
But is it all that I ever wish may?
Yes, I smiled and laughed at all cues
Worked through all of day's hues
Swallowing away the myriad of rues.
So then, what was the accomplishment?
That this heart is still not frost
And not all hope is yet lost
This effort will not me exhaust!
In murky waters, I didn't drown
In judgemental tones, I didn't frown
My Empathy, I wore like a Crown.