yarnofwords is now on Instagram

Dear All,

I'm taking my love for words, the tryst which began 14 years ago to the next level. After much thought and consideration, I'm sharing my poetry and quotes on Instagram. I can be followed at yarnofwords:)
Deepest and most sincere thanks for all the love you showered here, for staying put, just like my words despite of long gaps in writing.

Instagram is solely for the love of words and writing. Sharing an excerpt here....
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Looking forward to have you there!

The 6 year old secret

The secret is out in the open. Interestingly, the parts which are open have been well thought of, before they were weaved into a yarn, the individual strands carried a strength and the capacity to be able to be interpreted in ways which were ‘felt’ to be right. 

The gaps between each writing have been long, guess the real world soon became worthy of living than the virtual one! The colours in the mandalas define the beauty that is with- in. Colouring in them is so addictive. A blank mandala is very inviting. It calls on you to make some meaning out of lines. The beauty is that it’s the colours which define them and who adds meaning to the colours? I’ll leave it for you to answer! 

The sound of the sufi music is enchanting and captivating. The notes mimic to the feeling with-in, akin to finding God in the form of love. In moments as graceful as these, even tears do not know how to express themselves. It is moments like these that we define as memories. Perhaps this is what mindfulness is all about. Being in the moment and truly feeling the quietness, stillness, calmness and the beauty enraptured with-in and with-out, with-in as an individual and with-out as a couple, the intra and the inter personal. 

The good we do has a way of coming back. The whole life is a mandala, isn’t it? A circle? And we are our own masters drawing and deleting and working and re-working on the space with-in, that which seems with- out, but is actually with-in us! 

Maybe my heart was yours

Much before I knew I gave it away

Maybe our strings were entangled

Much before my thread knew its say

If it was all worked out at the life’s own bay

What did the Sun have to do

By gleaming it’s powerful rays?

Maybe your words were waiting

For me to write and for you to read

Of all the writers and readers who ever read

On couches, sofas or their beds

What was it that I said

Which in many ways led?

Us to be like butter and bread

Two souls well fed

Being each other’s shed

On days as hot as red

Leading us only to be wed!

Mandalas coloured by me!

Wishing You Well

Aakriti:)

The beauty that fails to die

Dear words,

Did you ever know that you would be stringed together

With the last or the middle letter to form a necklace I would love to wear?

Dear music,

Did you ever know that a little tap here and a string there

Would melt my heart and soothe my soul?

Dear capsicum,

Did you ever know how green would look on you

As you wore that colour and carried that crispness to lure me in?

Dear Dark Chocolate,

Did you ever know that you bitterness would glide

And arouse someone even as you would melt in their bodies?

Dear Flowers,

Did you ever know that your petals would add vigour

Joy and hope as lay there dead, bringing someone alive?

Dear water,

Did you know how gracefully you could flow, in reality

And in metaphor, washing away my fears and pain?

Dear love,

Did you ever know the many hearts you would touch in a lifetime

Aching, breaking and uniting forever?

Dear Beauty,

Did you ever know how musical you would sound

As I would utter your being in my whisper?

Touch

That shirt of yours, dear Love

Glides on my skin and rests at my waist

Your fingers lock in the strands you untangle

Eyes closed, I feel…..you

As I walked towards your home

A rush gathered, bursting my veins into a rainbow

The colours splashed onto you in an embrace

Pink looked gorgeous on your lips

Your sweatshirt can’t replace you

It feels me, in your absence

Knows not how I long for that touch

The one that melts dark chocolate into luscious berries

Neither touched by you nor me, yet eaten.

P.S: Prompt 'touch' given by a friend:)

I read you

After all this while of reading

That which was so obscure

I found a light beside that street

Leading straight to your heart’s core

Wondering if you were two people at once

 A question I once had asked

Got my answer in time

For some words have filters in dark.

Your vagueness enticed me

Into reading the soul behind

For true hearts lead on

Hidden paths become a treasure to find

As I compared myself to others

Sun’s rays beating to outshine

You said I was a sun of my own

To each his own, their kind.

The trust gathered in those ink scribbles

The ones petite, pretty and fine

Are the ones that brought this soul

To a love that your words defined

Of Sands and Smiles

The footprints are still damp and sticky

The smell of salt twirls the crispness of that salad

The hat flaunts along the rays of sun

The colours burst in their beachy attire

The shade of the café brings relief

Aroma of croissant melting with vanilla cream

The beer bubbles by that pasta of yours

The nonchalance of work left over

Coz they asked us to ‘give time a break’.

The morning shower drips through your hair

The coastline breeze takes it away

The sun looks like a dot

Until the rays boast their mighty ways

The blue waters lure the hearts

To take a bath in the waves

The heart dances with joyous smiles

The skin loves how the waters behave.

The moon kisses the night blanket

With stars that gleam their love

The potato fries are fondly remembered    

And the feet get tired of walking

The lips sip on masala tea

With sweet silences and lazy talking

The running around, our hallmark

For how long could we be walking?

Earth with-out the Sun

“How did you feel when you fell in love?”

“You want to know?”

“Ahan”

“My smiles were the widest ever. My mind didn't feel tired even as I managed to sleep only for two hours out of elation. To know that there is somebody, in this big world, wanting to offer you all the love they carry inside your heart is an extremely extra-ordinary feeling. That is how I felt that night, my dear. My heart fell at peace for having won the battle against my mind, which gave me its erroneous reasons to stay away. One of my dearest friends gave me a sign to take the plunge. I’m only glad I did. The days that followed that mid night of confession were nothing short of bliss. 

Every date would strum a melodious string of the heart. The heart still keeps discovering the unstrung notes and skips a heart beat here and there. Perhaps that's what they call 'still in love'.

You know dear, when I think about us, all I feel is peace, glee and solitude. It’s like the grass wakes up every morning with the warmth and delight than the Sun offers to her. Looking up at him, she smiles. In that smile are all the conversations that are sacred, solemn and enchanting.

Sacred secrets stored

Serene streams sway

Luxurious lake’s lather

Lullabies lover’s laughs

 Even as I wish to proclaim my love for the Sun, it’s the winters that testify my shivers to the world.

The days that he comes by, the chill disappears, and warmth seeps through the soul. His presence and absence are duly felt inside the chambers of my very existence. And let me leave it at this:

“ What would the Earth be with-out the Sun?” 

Inspired by : The movie, Blue Valentine

In your words I find so(u)lace

Trying we both are, in our own separate ways.

The moments sometimes freeze, but mostly it sways.

We both are a little afraid of what we would see.

And, we both keep our love, locked in different bays.* 

Hello you there,

How has the writing been doing? Any thoughts on penning down what you already have in your mind? I thought a little coaxing will help you write, sigh, what was I thinking? You continue to be a lazy snail and I race along the waves, attempting to occasionally sit by the shore and listen to the music of the waves. I’ll take back the word ‘lazy’ because I know the thoughts are going in your pensieve. I wait for the day they get woven into your yarn of words.

So lost in the world of words

My green tea sat there waiting

And a sip of bitter tea

Brought the memories

Of how someone saved me from choking

There are times when I’m quiet and silent and I can feel you, your silent presence is enough for my soul to find its link to its soul-ace. As I write, I wonder, why do we need words to define all our experiences? Will the experience not cease to exist and be the moment we start to define it? It shall morph into a memory. Won’t it? Then what shall be of the experience? It’s like killing it with words just when it takes birth. A rather tragic analogy, never thought I will be thinking of words in such terms! Tell me, if I do not speak, how thou shall understand the feelings deeply felt, the rise and the fall of the thought-provoking waves amidst the gleaming light bestowed upon by the might moon?

The names imprinted in the sand

By my feet, not my hand

Waiting to slip by, with the waves

When it’s in the heart, why need the land?

Your old posts are a treasure of gold for me. Every time they read again, a new feeling rises. At times it’s helps me reminisce the feeling I felt when I first read it. Your words aren’t banal, they are melodies written on piece of instrument which plays ‘the moment’s music’, uplifting spirits and words, themselves, to skies that don’t exist. That’s how I feel when I read Pablo Neruda, Kahlil Gibran and Rumi.

You would be surprised to know that even as I keep coaxing you to write, my own habit finds a rare place in this schedule of mine. Yet, here I’m, writing unlike you, literally in every word!

Thank them who taught us

To read and to write

Thank stars who showed us

The one path, amidst many blinds

For if it were not for words

What else would it be?

The locked door at this end

Finally did find its key!

*these lines have been written by my fellow blogger friend Kunal, the link of his post has been shared there and here. The post has been inspired by his beautifully written words:)

YOU

You, in eternity

Would in no way be matched.

You, in your grace and solitude

Define beatitude

You, in your silence and your calm

Gift bliss so warm

You, in your being

Emit an elegant sheen

You, in your presence

Help me forget any absence

In this world!