Play the Right notes

 

Some People play the Right Notes in our Hearts for that much needed SMILE.

Crumbling inner boundaries

 

Laughing at Ourselves confuses our Egos enough to Crumble some of our Inner Boundaries.

Teach my eyes to smile

 

If only I could Teach my Eyes to Smile while looking at a Stranger, in silent witness to their Unique Story. 

Toe the line

 

If Love means to Care Unconditionally, why do we make People Toe the Line.

Follow or lead

 

Do we Educate our Children to Follow our Footsteps, or Lead the Way!

Abandon and peace

 

And the Heart feels the Whirlpool, the Silence, the Abandon, the Light, in different Stages, Capturing this synchronicity of Manic Abandon and Settled Peace. 

Cloud or define

 

Words and Thoughts are like brush-strokes that Cloud or Define our Horizon! 

Liquid fire

 

Waves of Hope.. come crashing down.. in a vain attempt to drown even a drop of this missing'.. aching for that Touch.. that Presence.. that Confluence.. teasing sanity into a cauldron of manic whirling.. infusing the cosmos.. reaching an acute pitch.. as the whole Being betrays the self.. a liquid fire igniting.. melting.. consuming.. us.. knowing this chimeric vision.. that we search for all our lives.. has been there.. within us.. all along..

Capacity to love

 

In our insatiable capacity to love, we somehow fall short of a deserving recipient.

Divine consummation

 

A breath of divinity.. an inflamed rapture.. touching this abandonment nourishes our souls..

the unadorned release satiating it..

joy dances in our hearts as these notes enter inside, letting us feel the music in our veins..

a glimpse that breathes poetry.. making it impossible to live with this intense flowing.. as our inner being too..

dances and whirls to the beat of ecstasy.. and helpless we surrender.. to this cosmic enigma..

of divine consummation..

Father’s Day

 

For each face reflects the complete Success Story of your Life. Happy Father’s Day!

Truth and lies

 

It is Impossible to Lie convincingly without making it a part of our own Story.

Warms and burns

 

Words arent always able to express the subtle nuances of experience.. Each finding our own meaning as per our readiness for it.. Striking a different note, a different meaning, at different moments.. Like the same sunshine warms skin in Winter, but burns in Summer.

Seasons in your eyes

 

I love..i Love myself..i love us.

i love this feeling.

for it binds not, you to me.

unchained my heart soars

as each pore touched by shards of

Love dances in

frenzied abandon

On heartstrings that have felt

your touch and learnt to play!

crashing, thunderous beats

serenaded into pent-up release..

as i see the seasons in your eyes.

Painters of our life

 

Whatever we Freeze-frame in our Memories, and the hues we fill in, become the Painters of our Life.