“Stirring in the vessel of my soul
Emboldened by hope to steel myself
As I breathe you in, like morning coffee
You hatched my saunter into a firm stride
Impelled by the vinaceous sky of the first light
To sour with faith
Off the mark or to the right
It winnowed down to heroic spine
Flashing the chances everytime
In the mazy miniature of life
All but a lonely grind
If only it were rubescent swathes
Conceding the contrary essence
To ruminate and unearth ornate spirit
So when in somersault of travail
That valour is the rescue aid
In this fine day, being alive
It’s a tipsy marriage of grit and hail
Knocked off, yet hell bent
Who said, it’s a joyride
Brace up and discern the calling
It’s a new dawn
Greeting to unfold the glory again “
Maybe the end is far
but my heart beats for it
Embellished! I chased it all along
Nowhere near to sprints
If not fierce, it’s not fair
It’s the price of my sky
Long away from just a leap of faith
conspiring for greater
a magma of life
ripped a barbarous soul
crippled to dream again
yet an acidic dip
into an impish fog
made an empress oh well
combating the Satan
calmed waters fortified the sentience
pathways sure are polar
as is my sky, closer and sunnier!
With my perfectly textured ginger cardamom tea in the morning, I feel sorted, focused, passionate and fresh. It gives me the highs of the day. A beverage in a little cup can do a mystic work on my core. Just when I frame my intent to be disciplined for my entire day, this drink directs my energies towards beta mode where I am into my shell of high order work ethic for achieving my goals
Not a lot goes into it’s preparation, but anything thick and loose, ruins the chain of thoughts linked to it. I never was a tea person until 3 months ago, when I sipped this beguiling drink. I went gaga as the flood of feelings ran past my calm mind. Surely, brewed herbs and spices with their flavored aroma provide undenied pleasure to the taste buds and gently pacifies the inner chords.
Healing fastens it’s process through this ideal catalyst. The clinking sound of the vessels in the kitchen is the household story during tea making, drawing up and arranging the side snacks. Catching up the early sneak peak of sunlight at the tea spot of my house is one of my favorite leisure.
It’s usually also a time when I skim through varied insightful books and I derive some mindful lessons almost in a fraction of seconds. It is an enlightening session. Being a morning person complementing with such time to spare broadens the wavelength of attention span for a fruitful day. It’s when I am unplugged from the superficial and unclogging the dilemmas or dicey situations.
Grabbing the ardor fondness and putting into one label is not the point. It is an expression given space to acknowledge that, which makes daily life profound. My routine takes it’s push from this staple, as I sit and put together the ideas I need to execute. Sometimes, It is an inspiration to jot into my journal, the out pour of gratitude.
Sobriety kicks in even on grim days with just the fragrance of cupful of hearty sumptuous tea. Dead beat shifts to live zest. Some days, it leaves me with a lamplight and my countless ruminations. Maybe I think more, that I prize the ordinary or that a tea, holds an inviting charm. It’s another abstract.
I value every tidbit, which my lifetime has to offer. If time is precious, we ought to thrive every way. I believe, appreciating what we have is a gateway to having what we desire. Merriment gathers the pathways to our goals. It’s not always going to be my cup of tea, but my cup of tea can be my way to my milestones.
Himalayas, known as abode of snow, sheltered my soul with immense positivity , love and radiance, during the week long kedarkantha trek.
Starting off my journey anxious of the trekking atmosphere, I prayed to be protected by the universe and create enchanting bonds in the lap of serenity. I was fortunate to be blessed with unbelievably affectionate folks, who I prefer to say, Family. Loaded with personal blocks of inhibitions, once united in the river of insanity, the tribe gelled in the hue of Oneness. Emotions just rolled out into open as if little toddler woke up from deep sleep, seeking to start afresh towards new beginnings fearlessly.
There was an attraction in being strangers at first. We delved into different modes of ice breaking. It came to a realization that we all are time travelers intersecting at this point, which is meant to be the origin of new stirring tales. Passage of time gave us a space to be happiest in our place. What mattered to me was the moment at hand, living with my heart pounding with exhilaration. It was still life. Amidst mellow vibes, peace secured it’s safe zone. It need not be spoken about. Feelings themselves were vocal in outpour. I felt immediate association with Himalayan range. It was a call to action for looking into the ultimate purpose of each life. What we are now, must be in sync with what we are meant for in the cosmos. I am an instrument, and my mission is progressive integrity. It was like an ancient chronicle speaking for itself.
There was an assembly of feelings, when we were walking on the snow trail in the starry moonlight between snow valleys and Himalayan peaks, during midnight. Magic is for real. Those hours were magnet of enticing grace, charm of our existence and a spell of alchemy. There was a fulfillment in the trek like no other. Cold waves passed through us in base camp, which heightened our chill. Shackling our safe haven, we tip toed the inches of the trail. There was an unconditional bliss on the way. There is no one single definition. Each interpretation is a different language.
Cozy nights in blankets, drilling to know each other were another thrill. Waking up to a magnificently striking landscape was a dream come true. Living a city life, it’s hard to take in the wondrous scenery instantly. When it settled inside, life felt perfect. My soul was open to the enormous possibilities at my footsteps. I knew that I am tiny little in front of the astronomical Himalayas. Still, It strengthened me to pursue the expedition. Not only that, I was constantly tested to push my limits. I have cherished each of that second. Such moments vanish in blink of an eye. I breathed in the purity of Himalayas. It’s untouched. It’s a treasure of eternity. It was glorious. It was a feat for me, having the privilege to explore the majestic Himalayas.
Trekking over the rising altitude with gorgeous backdrop, it was a happening fantasy. Singing, dancing to beats, stepping ahead with happiness, friends all around, ones who care, it was something penetrating and striking the chords of the heart. We were connected with the thread of love. A colorful palette splashed it’s shades into our lives.
That euphoria was different. Embracing each person for who they were. Silence was a legit conversation. Each encounter was a tranquil state. We suddenly started clicking with companions on a miraculous level. That is a glue of solid bonds.
Promises made therein are divine. Cuddling in the warm hug beneath the shining full moon musical night, that was so passionate. It moved the entire setting into ardent tenderness. Aftermath sleep was earnestly complete. Exploring village life among mountains was an adventure in itself. Nearby locations were full of imaginary beauty.
Walking in the forest trail was just alluring. I meditated in that state, absorbing the natural ambience into myself. It was a breeze of awakening. I was wrapped in harmony. It was a place for thick expressions. Our home stay was just another home with another set of caring parents, who loved us delightfully. Being there was a feeling of unity. Sharing smiles, comedy nights, personal stories were sublime. We were not concerned with any extrinsic world. We were complete together. Time is precious, each life is priceless, memories are valuable and such vacations are exquisite, that was our spirit of living.
Angelic powers could be felt in the temple premises, where playful clouds were our messengers. Purity of the place is evident in the beautiful hearts of the people there. Tuned to the melodic impression, frolic mood made it’s way for amusing games and soulful hug.
Tapping into spaces of people, love was a mutual feeling shared. Happiness was at cloud nine. Trekking towards Yamuna river passing through village life was a lively perspective. Being on the rocks at the edge of the valleys, risk became a way of life. We were in the captivation of ravishing views. A week was about to be over, sensation of nostalgia was already in the mind. I wanted to live that time to the best of my spirit. It was life in it’s diverse outlines.
Packing to return was painful. It was not just stuffs that was to be packed, but the emotions, happiness, moments, new friendships to be taken for lifetime. There were both glee and gloom in that time. Bidding goodbye to the home of Himalayas. I knew there was a call to live for a while, before leaving. I wish I could. But life carries on. We arrived, made memories, shared emotions, became ecstatic friends, family, and now leaving for our own lives.
Himalayas is residing in me, when it is as pure as any soul. It made me close to every feeling that I have ever felt. Love is a giveaway. Life is majestic. I have taken back joyful lessons, living in the abode of magnificence.
The twinkling land of treasure
Bequeathing a charm of innocence
Reclined as an Imperial Sovereign
Sunken into brooding history
Savaging past the border
Grim nights and the thwarting noon
Goldbricked of the bejeweled trunk
Gnawed down to bits of fury
Throwing apart the rampant tatters.
Spark from the angithi
Into the cursed leap of flame
Burrowing in the cracks of sins
Divides, once and for all
Subdued in coherence
Revoked by the voice of honour
Smitten in haste
Summoning the cast of valiance
From the dust clouds
To the fierce hearts
Fretting, lurking, numb and Groped
Shunning the rage
Of the dark invasion
On the land of Descents
Pure and rich
Reduced to ashes of revolts
Leaving an unknown desert
In the scape of chores
Exponenting the soulful pleat
With the sword of peace
As the sun shone on the rising hay
And marks the onset of Independence Day.
In this inure islit,
secluded devoured of
the longed leeway of rest
as in just lie, but awake
still but thoughtless
glide in the wave of intaglio
soothing the soul
untieing the rope of delirium
into the freefall dive
deep down the dark illusion
that of the gala of tiny stars
smile twinkling out
with creation of land of desire ,
inside, but out
a dream to glare,
A wish , but real,
a dawn to feel,
Insomnia , a sheer quell,
Wide awake to kneel
to descent unconscious,
to let go,
let go the pull of the whims ,
of the jet lag of the moves ,
merging the time and mind’s eye
an emulsion of spring around ,
espouse the novel breath
with each hollow groove
of the nested snooze
for a dream of intaglio.
The other day, I went off shore,
Wired in my musings,
Left the haunted footsteps,
brazen bold, I walked,
to the felonies inside,
A strange grey smudge,
As if an eerie in the woods.
Entangled in their own scaffolds
as the jury is at the door
knocking down the leafy roar,
Just as a chance to fly rattles
And it’s creepy flaps turn around a
To let go of the island
Setting out towards that horizon
That’s the terrain I wove
in the clasping winds,
A spell of the fierce flame
In the quest of a revolution
Beneath the swirling throbs
There’s a life of Broken Liaison
Of the mysterious mind and the aggresive soul
That day spiraling aghast
in the cold shouldered winds
of the dark night,
past the bloody sheaths of walking deads,
gnaws of revenge,
scornful of the inhumane plight,
grumbling down their spine.
The unanswered bloodshed
of host of civilians
left a life long seal of reproach
of impuissance to pull those through,
the ones he had pledged to live for,
from the frightening awake of gunshots,
bullets piercing across their bodies,
in a shutter of life to lifelessness,
latched in his own existence ,
those teary cries of screech still
ring in his ears,
deads are alive,
alive for vengeance
from him,an abeyant soldier
in the cast of his quiet ignorance of duty,
escaping and running from them,
he opened his eyes
with a grimaced perspiring face
out from a horrendous dream,
though not really;
stroke of the wretched past in his soul
fight each day a new battle
to rule the yard ,
than just being a quiet witness.
Roads grooved from ages
faint steps prod shallow,
stricken to their edges,
yet a quanit shadow,
at a quiet deserted crossroad
beholds me to a blind alley
by the cajole of a wispy thunder,
a shyness prickles
as it draws close
throbs prompting inside,
despite that,rhythms float
of the seeming incessant qualm
drooling paces of love,
curling in rapt halo,
across us,caged together,
forgetful of the blemishes,
nerves ,sash ,adorning courage
these winds of love,
leading to a fabled pavilion
tracing apart the hard knocks
conjuring the glorious feel
and the versed charm of being there for the other,
heading hands in hand,
close pristine enamor,
streaming along the lustrous infinity.
Eclipsed in the dilemma of emotional bidden tussle,
the sun of hope deeply immersed in the shackles of broken link,
intuition still manages with vibrant effects,
but mind is lost in the irony of unheralded demise of the begetter,
beyond this shore of meloncholy ,
the fear stops the hope to risk till zenith,
the stricken ,the fading , but shadowing , the fear has not left
eclipsed in this quandary ,
the half risen sun expects to illuminate those shackles
lashed by the betrayal of those,
the heart didn’t dare to live ,
though breaths alive
those ,the scoundrels sullen and sour ,
their morose deeds , relentlessly surviving,
surviving anguish in those soft lips
deliberate but conscious about the torment,
restrained by the limits of social regard,
the sin could’nt unfold,
the fury exists ,will exist and exude in her psyche,
like a crisp misty upshot
the glitter of sun ,hence has to soak the swollen anguish,
in the midst of this intense rage also,
the world will shine
once the half risen sun takes a bow for an unceasing life.
the stricken ,