Life and its unpredictable plans...

 No matter how planned you are, no matter how many strategies you build up to survive the intense labyrinth of life, no matter how much you devote yourself to reach a state of bliss by trying to sort out things that irritates you, life has its own ways to unfold..life and its unpredictable plans..We are like players of a video game  the hurdles are already planned, long back. and we have voluntarily chosen to be a part of this game and the hurdles too. But we get so involved in the game so much that we forget that we are playing a game. We forget our true nature.You never know when the 'so- very- placid' state of your being transforms into a dazed and befuddled state. Challenge is then to pull yourself up and keep trying again to the win in the end.  we get so involved in the game that we forget that we are playing a game. 

Its not uncool to be your self.To be an independent young woman, yet a tad unsure of herself and where her life is heading. In Underland, Alice reunites with childhood friends who help put her on course to finding her muchness so that she may seek her true destiny. We all are a part of the story. 

Depends on us to design it our way. At the end the story should be inspiring and a happy one. :)

Soul Liberty

Wanna flee away far from the life and its known songs…to some unknown place , unknown faces, unknown smell… where you dont need words to express your feelings, u don’t need eyes to comprehend hues, u don’t need legs to dance to the rhythm of ur soul… to the depth of sand where they had left their footprints…wanna get lost in the wild storm of desires…where there is no fear…no fear of losing self to myself…where you can meet the soul u had lost long back in those complicacy of words, the system of life, the norms to be normal…..Normal as they call it….abiding by norms…wanna go insane…..insanity is being alive…no boundations to stop ur pace…wanna flee away with me, with my lost soul....

Summer Hues

Life is about those summer days and the sand between your toes and the smiles on your face. It's about comfy couches, rainy days, and those late night talks. It's about top down rides and wind in your face, those are the moments you've never felt so alive. It's about finding someone to hold onto, and knowing they're not holding anything back. It's about holding hands and giving it your best and having no regrets. Life isn't only about the destination, but the journey that gets us there.

Like Never Before...

Undistinguished thoughts of freedom hovering around, my pursuit of happiness, compulsion of freedom, breaking free the conventional is taking me higher...higher than my closed imaginations, now they seem so open and clear like the fresh spring morning... I want to see the optimum, taste the unknown,feel the unsaid, do the undone...like a free bird ..Tinkling wind chimes,Soaring kites,Scenes of Summer,Long, balmy nights...now they seem so MINE...No head full of worries,No heart full of pain,No feathers to ruffle,But a feeling of lightness,Like gliding on air...And a pride in your being,The you that you are....Embracing it and cherishing it like neva before.....

The Robin Bird

The hope is there…it always was... Shadowed by some unknown ecstasy of thoughts…something similar to the destroyed meadows near a country side village. Trapped inside the dark black box of fear with no ray of radiance...The fear of losing self to the world ...The fear of portraying the real self in the canvas of reality…losing the real self in the impotent crowd of hypocrites, self pity, guilt, victimization, surrender..

But the tiny Robin bird is still awake ready to build its nest bit by bit in the broken tiny branch of the Oak tree… Her soul gets encapsulated discarding the redundant thoughts and circumstances that had wing clipped her long back. She wants to fly high fluttering her broken wings among the fluffy mass of blue clouds negating the west winds that seemed to blow off her courage once...

 The tree is green again and fair to look upon...tall and proud...opening their tender green leaves… she greets the invincible revolution that’s phenomenal and its occurring right inside her, deep within...

 

That’s a new her with no guilt of being herself…wearing her true skin vibrant and happy like never before ...ready to  live in the world that’s completely unlike her being someone that’s just her…

The Mute Scream

A succumbing whimper suppressed in the deep artery inside me wants to scream aloud in the deaf world. The poignant blues are yet to change its shade and make over into something that’s endurable. Visions and shadows of unknown people and uninvited thoughts haunt me day and night. I wonder in the empty streets of mercury laden lamp posts populated with buzzing nocturnal insects…I ponder on the intense dark grief that I get drowned into .The more I flutter my wings to swim and reach the shore, the more intensely the waves seems to engulf me into its arms.  Will I be ever able to take the big plunge into my inner self to unveil my real identity?

I get lost in the torn wrinkled pages of an old book that had witnessed the grief a morose writer, I get lost in the painting with blue uneven stokes submerged in the fear of insanity.

My world seems to shrink into a small cocoon of melancholy. My infinite vastness had evaporated into a big dot of apprehension.

 I feel lost. 

Harmony

If harmony had to be explained through an instance, then that has to be her morning today. There was something different about this morning. Through all the activities like getting up in the morning, completing the tasks of so called refreshment, feeding self and racing with the crowd was all that can be categorized under daily routine but the difference lay in her sub conscience mind. It might actually sound funny but Aisha could hear wind chimes’ all around her, it was more of like tiny little bells hanging loose in a transparent string often colliding with each other creating a rhythmic vibration in the air...Something like ting ting ting ting……
The wind was just at the right pace…It just blew off her face touching the loose strands of hair she had shampooed that day. It was trying to whisper something into her ears she was longing to hear…The tiny silver chandelier she wore had two bells in it which collided with each other with the touch of the flirtatious wind….
The clouds….. changing its shades from dark blue to black to light blue…a kaleidoscope of shades of blue and black forming patterns and variations in the vast deserted sky with no birds flying around…A song she could hear with no known words weaved in it, no known lyrics, no known tune….just the music floating with the magical aura all around….
There was something different about this morning……..
Was it her changed vision or a different perspective of seeing things around …..or she might have caught just the right frequency of the nature around her….or may be this is what we call HARMONY….
Harmony found in the frequency that connected the soul to the nature we live in. Harmony derived from the mental peace, a soothing calmness within, a state of consciousness, a state of being.