Rarest of the Rare

Not very often

More so rare

You find a soul

That beckons you to a world

Never seen, touched or heard

Offering possibilities, dreams

With thousand wings at once.

Not very often

Rarely in dreams

You find a presence

As balmy as shade

As nurturing as a well wisher

Kindling a fire of growth

Only to lit a million lamps.

Not very often

Rarely! Oh ! so rarely

You find a being

Whose presence absorbs you

Like enlightenment reaching your heart

And when such rarity comes to life

You bid the past and welcome the new start

                              

                                     

Come dine with me

She let out screams of laughter

Shining through her smiles

Danced her way to glory

Till her breath could calm a while

The lady there in grey

Wore a dress of melancholic tinge

Her eyes bore the black of night

Her glass empty, for another fill

The mistress in blood red

Seething with anger to brim

Had fists full of rage as her accessory

Hurling abuses she wanted to kill

The lady next to the door

Stand watching with her heart burning

High heels of envious brand

She loathed them whom she saw achieving

At the corner was Self- contempt

Willing not to meet its own eyes

Looking pretty, doubting as always

Knowing not what to do with life

The hostess walked in welcoming

The different shades of Me

The feast reflecting myriad shades

Those which belonged to me

Simple is as simple gets....

My blogger friend Leo is back with daily prompts and I'm more than delighted to tag along there, as I terribly missed the Haiku Heights initiative by him. So here are my two poems on the prompt 'simple' :) Let's get the juices flowing.....at A prompt each day

To say that falling love

Is as simple as it can be

Is fooling around

With that caged heart of yours

To say that words written

Are like a feather gliding through silk

Is partial truth

For words often lose their speech

To say that friends last forever

Like the big massive trees

Is a false hope

For trees too wither and die

To say that happiness should be strived

Like the fireflies dancing at night

Is like living in a bubble

For emotions are fluxes

Simple is not as simple gets

Simple loves to become complex

Simple for them, is not simple for you

Simple, a joke, around many and a few

Simple, the smile, radiant in the light

Simple, her wrinkles, which through her skin, slide

Simple, his eyes, small and deep

Simple, his actions, thoughtful and sweet

Simple, the mom’s cooking, for her

Simple, not, but best her food for us

Simple, the care of father for the kids

Simple and loved the blanket in the cold mist

Simple is not simple as simple gets

Simple knows how to be unique

Simple a daily dose

A breeze comforting and at ease

Refuge

To those who find a comfort in the words at this space and to those who have never been here too,

Hi.

Life away from home has indeed been a gift in these one and a half years. It's not been less than a rollercoaster or a tornado. There have been subtle highs and deep lows, the kinds where you don't see any light and your 'troublesome' thoughts take a toll on you to the extent that begin to question the 'meaning in life'. Nonetheless the light seeped through the tunnel and caught the girl who was willing to fight!

Hoping and wishing you all very well Vanilla lovers. How have you been?:)

I'm back with a haiku at haiku horizons....Ah! poetry I missed you...and words I was yearning to hug you...come here you two!:)

Refuge

In love I found you

In you I found refuge; the

Light to my tunnel

Love Tunnel ,Ukraine. A beauty, ain't it?:)

Aakriti

Looking Forward to the future

Then I thought, afraid of the ‘un’ that the certainty was

The fears lurked like shadows of the past and future merged

The hope shrank, melted like an ice cream amidst the cold winds

The bon fire shook by the blizzards of terror

The external silence

Disguised the internal chaos

Not a moment of peace

Not a moment of calm

The ravage spoke for itself

And then the notes of tabla were heard

Dissolved amidst violin, sitar and a shehnai

The notes hummed a hope

With lyrics that entered the soul

Like magic I rose

Beckoning the future

To open the wings

Which gained strength in this endurance

The heart, the mind joined hands and head

Embracing that which was there……peace

The lamp became warmer………..hope

The path still has the ‘un’ in the clear

Yet the spring doesn’t looks far away

What kept these words alive in this poem…the song SwadesJ

Happy New Year 2015 pals!

Love~ Aakriti

 

 

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!

Rain: A Haiku

Here's a haiku on Rains

The clouds lure me to

Dance with the cool breeze; A book

Coffee amidst wet trees

Guten Tag Vanilla People:)

And maybe growing up is also listening more and speaking less....

Hello Dear Vanilla people....

Talking of Words, I came upon this wonderful website grammarly.com!  Use Grammarly's free grammar check online  because good grammar like good gestures can take you places!:) This website is a great tool to proofread your documents far more efficiently than the Word Processor.... Use 

Words shall be yours and yours alone
But a wand of correct grammar
Shall forever go along......:)

It's been a while I have been wondering about my ability to make a yarn of words, turns out, a few threads of different colorrs do come by and then they are left at simply being threads.

As days turn to weeks and weeks to months.
As seconds turn into hours, with everything said and done.
As those you knew become acquaintances
As strangers become more than dear ones
As winter turns into spring
With that squirrel walk in your step
As time goes by with seasons of hits and misses
Words stay at being thoughts
Waiting to walk the "insight way"

Paragraphs stay away
Stories become a haze
Perhaps, if this is what growing up is
Answers sure shall come some day!


Happy New Month!!

HAPPY SPRING:) 

Seeker

The chitter- chatter of the bygone days

Gone like the wind

The goals have changed and matured

The seeds of the new plants await their blossom

That bud longs for it’s completion

For the storms of the past ruptured some wounds……

The bud, in the ‘moment’, on the lotus stem,

Amidst the sounds of water

The sparkle of the full moon, in calendar,

Waits ……for, when the seeker wishes to seek…..

All that is needed is to accept and wait……

                                                                     Om Mani Padme Hum

What it takes to keep writing even as no one ever comes by

A choke in my throat

Perhaps a little tear stuck by

For the words would often be read

Sometimes by friends, more so by passers by

Time went by hopping to blogs

Words here and there, but never a lie

Some friendships were formed

Few for a while

Others faded, like a cloud passing by

And there were phases

Of posts after posts

And then a silence, a blankness for a while

And there was this one avid reader

The one I love

My posts would be viewed

Sweetly, from those miles

And I would often share this feeling

A vacuum of sorts

And he would simply say

“You write from heart, as others for the piles”

Yet this heart would wonder

Feel that ache and pinch

Words, my first love knew

Would offer sweet smiles and winks

And as this yarn keeps spinning

The yard stays vacant all day

And a few beautiful souls drop by

And appreciate the existence of this place

The dreams then flutter its wings

For well, some true ones say ‘worry why?’

Some hearts still get touched and feel

And relate to the words written by………….

Aakriti

The Love that was left of you

The following words were a reply to a beautiful quote shared by my sweet friend and blogger Saumya on FB. The quote is :

“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being "in love", which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.” ― Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli's Mandoli

Remember that day when I yearned for you,

Yearned, any clue what it means?

I cried for the distance,

Wept for the confusion,

Screamed noiselessly for the dilemma,

Tore invisible sheets in anguish,

Slept with tears as my companion,

Felt the spring turn winter,

The snow didn’t melt,

The colors burnt into ashes,

Anguish, Anger,

The emptiness of air……..

Remember?

May be you do,

May be not,

That aching yearning

That missed completeness

That dead air

Is all that I recall………..

pic taken from here 

Aakriti 

Shabd-e-Kalam

Yeh joh shabd yahan hum bunte hain

Wahan door kahin kisi kone mein

Inhe lapet kar koi hasta toh koi rota hai

Gustakhi nai kijiyega huzoor, yeh shabd nahi jaan hain

Ink ek ek daane mein hai base kain lamhe

Kuch sehme, kuch darre

Kuch ankahe, kuch kareeb aur kuch gambhir

Yeh joh andikhe dhage hain

Woh dhage nahi kisse hain

Apke, mere, unke,

Zahir hue, chupe kisi kone mein

Zahir hue, tode kaeen rishte

Aj jab beete dinon ki yaad mein

Hum sang baithe hain, inke, apke aur apne sath

Kaeen kisse yaad karte hain

Jab shabdon ki pehchaan na thi

Kuch tohfe samay ke sath diye jate hain

Umar ka kya kahein

Apne mein hi ek paheli hai……

Aakriti

Chivalry

Chivalry

Left a comfort zone

Jumped in fire, knowing not the heat

It burns but is warm

Linking up at haiku heights...word: chivalry

I'm at peace….with love

Dear Darling

Hi, my love. I hope you are doing well in the company of the book you suggested me to read. The irony being you had watched the movie, bought the book, yet not read it. It was one lovely book I had come across. It turns out, that the book is now in my ‘fav list’. Some time back I suggested it to someone. He asked “What is different in this book?” I answered “It’s the style of writing”. He wasn't too convinced by my answer. I knew what I had in mind, but due to lack of time I couldn't complete my answer. Today if someone asks me, what that book is about this is what I shall say:

And since decades

The message spread world wide

Love that is true, sweet and pure

Knows no age, color or background

The hearts intertwine

Blossomed flowers of spring

Nurture each other

Till their life bids end

And many a times

Words too falter

For feelings felt

Beyond words that express

And distance sure does

Makes the heart fonder

As we yearn for love

That melts like chocolate

And he knows that she

Likes dark velvety ones

As he gorges on them

One after one

She smiles at the sweet tooth

And the purity

Of his honey filled heart

He never had honey

And well, that quite bizarre

Amidst the grey days

When silence was at loss

No word spoken

Silent, miles apart

As tears would stream down

My face, my love

Your presence my darling

My haven, my cover

And even as I yearn

For a fire beside me

Your love, our walk and talks

Embraces me lovingly

With a smile that lasts

No matter how the day goes

A hope for a new tomorrow

A life to love, with love……to follow

With love

Yours, now and forever

20 Jan. 13

P.S: Inspiration : A close friend's words:)

Free- dome

They say free-dome comes

With restrictions; true as it

May be, yet I think

If I’m free in

My boundaries, why don’t my

Wings rejoice in me?

My eyes as they rise

The firmament looks at me

 “You’ll fly and shine”

Echoes the charged voice

Sun’s rays reach this heart, kindles

The dying warm flame

Credits: Ananya  Bhandari

Been a while since I wrote a haiku....feels good to re-connect at Haiku Heights.
Stay Blessed
Aakriti

P.S.: Ah...the link is closed ( my haik gets no entry) ...yet it's alright....all this mind needs energy and spirit to work!

Broken

Something has happened to me today…just when my dissertation needs all my attention, I seem to be wandering all over the blogosphere either reading stuff, going through fab pictures or admiring the simple yet gorgeous styles to wrap a packet…Ah!! So here’s my another flavour of juice…yes creative juices on a high today!!!:P

I’m linking at Blu blub bling’s blog who plans to give prompts this entire April making it an Awesome April;) …and the prompt is this fab picture:

Chitter chatter the drops fell,

From the heavens above or my eyes?

The pools of earth opened up,

Me too big to hide,

The lightning struck, so did you,

The day we met and kissed,

And the thunderstorm created havoc,

You went, leaving me miffed

It rained and rained,

For hours and days,

No sun was seen in sight,

My eyes in mirror spoke no words,

The life inside had died.

©Aakriti 

A Tell Tale

She asked me,

“You’ve not written for long,

Something about yourself?”

I looked in her eyes,

Which betrayed my self,

A self long lost, still there.

She asked me,

“What have you been up to?

For something seems to have changed”

I looked at her face,

Saw the ruins,

Fresh and old, but the same.

She asked me,

“ Where was your chirpy voice?

And the zest to live your life?”

I looked at the tinkling chime above,

Which spoke for me,

A thousand words.

She stood there,

With a blank face,

And blank me,

The last time I saw her there,

The ripples dried, turned into sand.

As I walked with my naked burns,

Only to be seen by me,

A whisper hushed in my ear,

“Life’s simple, complex you make, Busy bee!”

©Aakriti