On Reaching Out...

“Every new relation modifies a substance to a greater or lesser extent”

~ Madhavacharya

 (exponent of dvaita school of Vedanta)

It’s been a while since I have been thinking of writing on ‘relations’ and ‘relationships’, and perhaps the time is right.

As I was taking a walk few moments ago, I was trying to call my close friends, and no one, ‘NO ONE’ picked up. Sure, as we grow, life gets really busy, but somehow and dunno how I always manage to keep in touch with people I wish to. And this ‘quality’ of mine, pointed out by a friend, is actually making me feel frustrated.

Why do I care to keep in touch? Why do I care to text them or call them? It’s not that I’m all ideal and have no work to do. And because of precisely this habit of mine, I felt as if all my friends were dead to me. As if I had no one to talk to; not even my ‘besties’.

I’m tired of keeping in touch. I’m tired of making people feel special every now and then by what I do for them. It’s not just my job to let them know that I miss them and wish to talk to them. Sure it’s not. And if they don’t call me, does that in any way means that they don’t think of me?

Date a girl who writes

Date a girl, who writes,

Coz she’ll be honest by every word she speaks,

For her words was her first love,

And you might just be,

If you wait and read (her).

Date a girl, who writes,

Coz she values things plenty,

And she’ll perhaps never shy away,

From an expression sad or happy.

Date a girl, who writes,

Coz she knows magical tricks,

She might just spellbound you,

With her words and romantic uplifts.

Drops of Rain.....

Drops of Rain

It was not before this monsoon season that I realised how much I loved RAIN……

The last time I recall getting drenched in the rain was when I was a kid, so this monsoon, when the first heavy showers welcomed Delhi, I went upstairs, even though my mum tried not to let me. This time, like a kid, I just decided to let myself go, all I took along with me was a towel, and a joyous spirit…

Spirit of getting drenched,

Of easing my mind,

Of letting my worries drain away,

And of dancing and singing away merrily,

In my dance and in my song…..

As I drenched,

I saw the beautiful green leaves smile,

They looked so fresh and gorgeous,

That they made me talk to them,

And I gently stroked them,

Took them in my hands,

And got drenched till the last drop….!

Today, it rained again, the shower turned into a nice downpour as I walked to the nearby market to get bread with an umbrella over me…

And the rain brought the smile back,

Brought my ‘child’ back,

As I played with the rain removing the umbrella from my head, letting the drops fall on my clear face…..

And then there was no turning back,

I came back home,

Went into my balcony,

Pop went my face out, and my slender hands,

And the droplets loved me as I enjoyed them….

I listened to the splitter spatter,

I felt the drops ease my heaviness,

Yes….rain indeed is heavenly,

And carries with it a magical element from the heavens above….

Don’t worry about people watching,

Don’t worry about how you are looking,

Next time it rains….get drenched…and see how you feel…

Where are 'You'?

                         

Where are ‘You’?

As I struggle here in the air of my life,

To breathe that which is not mine,

I look for you,

And in many a faces, I have met,

Looked some, talked some, some I forget,

Tell me, where are ‘You’?

As I walk through my path, all alone,

With thorns that prick my bare feet,

I run in the tunnels, to find that me,

Yet I search for thee,

Where are ‘You’?

In moments when I wish to sit,

In a hug so warm, soft and deep,

And escape my life’s drudgery,

I look, but can’t see you,

Where are ‘You’?

As I look and have been looking a while,

For ‘you’ unknown,

Away how many miles?

I sit and wonder,

In my beautiful shade,

May you just find it one fine day…

And then I’ll know…..

Who are ‘You’!

PS: the pic u see above has been taken by my Vietnamese friend, whose pictures I really admire..

Worn out...

As I’ve been going for my internship for more than a month now, my body tells me how tired and worn out I’m.

My legs have been carrying the weight of my entire body all these years. But it’s only few days back I realized how much pain they have been having. I ‘felt’ the pain, I 'felt' my legs. I tried to unconsciously tell them “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine in sometime” but they still ache.

I want someone to just massage my legs, till the pain eases away……swiftly…

Every time I think of going for a nice brisk evening walk, my aching legs don’t let me.

I feel as if I might just collapse, my legs feel too weak, as if they don’t have any strength..

Other than the things that God has gifted me, one thing I feel sad for is my ‘lacking stamina’ ..coz I get tired too easily, and no matter how hard I try to multitask, time and again, my body only tells me that I’m capable of doing one thing at a time- thankfully I do that better.

I’m tired, very tired, yet I write- for the love of blogging, and for the love of sharingJ

I wonder how ants work all day long? And yet they are so tiny beautiful creatures….

And bees, who often go by the tag “Busy bees”…??

Sigh…..I’m tired…