Memories

Rooftops and singing songs with Durva….My childhood memories and lovely her…

Sophia balconies and sessions of crazy laughter …

Mom’s cakes...Her Lap and my naps... Papa’s constant pampering and gifts…Riding on Bhai’s shoulders and later on his Bajaj Scooter… Watching TV amongst family chatter..

Shanti ‘Bai’ and me; ‘her little BabyJi’… Bhai’s friends ; their naughty jokes, and me behaving coy..

Going to ‘Dreamland’ seemed so stylish… Riding pillion on a friend’s bike seemed so stylish…

Wearing Papa’s T Shirts seemed so cool… Riding on Kinetic (Sukriti, Nidhi, Amrit, where are those dumb vehicles?) , we looked like fools !!

Discussing ‘Cosmo..’ was a total Rage… Meenakshi  scolding us for not acting our Age..

Deeksha, Her Zen and Civil Lines… Her moral stories and my scorn on why she acts “divine??”

There was goodness in the smile, there was hope with every mile…
Those colorful days have flown away…. Their memories however, will always stay…
What went on after that is not worth it my friend…. Coz  life dint allow to remain innocent... It grilled us and dried some roots...
Those days saw us chirpy, saw us mad, taught us nothing… just left us glad… Left us craving…

 

Hurts have made me what I wasn’t

Hurts have made me stronger, only because they’ve made me fearless..

Hurts have made me phlegmatic, because they’ve made me trade off Joy for Normalcy

Hurts have made me closer to my silhouette … Coz’ they’ve taught me that only, and only, a Mother will hold your darkest truths, in a hidden closet… No One Else

Hurts have made me Ignorant… and that maybe is, because they’ve made me tenacious….Indifferent to scorn and sarcasm

Hurts have made me introspective… Only because they’ve made me ‘alone’, leaving ample ‘me-time’..

Dear Hurts… I wonder what was your ulterior plan in playing with my ‘Being’..

But eventually you’ve made me what I wasn’t…. Left me pondering whether I am happy with this or not !!!

Ode to Promiscuity and the Karmic Cycle

Its a Karmic cycle indeed!!  When ONE  is incapacitated with the need for emotional/ physical betrayal. . When ONE shakes up, for the OTHER,  the ‘only thing’ which is so difficult to maintain- normalcy. .

Karmic because these actions are really, mental patterns. . which we need to repeat because they leave deep impressions on our karma. . . and in one way or the other, nature creates replica situations for you to give manifestations to promiscuous karma, yet again . . . N we give in !!! Just to create fresh impressions and fresh Karma. . .

So as an afterthought , Dear Promiscuity, here’s my Ode to you and to the surge you cause ( on a mental, physical, psychological level for the ‘One’ and the ‘Other’ too)

You are devilish definitely, as you teach us suavely, the power of regressive emotions. . .

 You are kind indeed,  as you eventually make the ‘OTHER’ rise above their own karmic gyrations around trust, loyalty and connectedness. . .

You come with a special garb. . .under which the ‘ONE’ hibernates till self-suffocation. . .

And eventually, makes the OTHER lifeless too !!

Please share with us, from which Elf do you draw your strength. . .

Can you convey to your Elf friend, “earthly creatures need some genuine love too”!!

Which elixir do you drink??

How does it empower you to pop up and spoil varied karmic cycles??

Since you have such damaging influence on happiness , how do you manage to find temporary bliss?

You might want to hear sometime, from my friends Positivity, Bonding and Faith..

They might convince you that peace is in collectedness of the self...

Finally, Promiscuity, to you I just say: Shaking hands with joy, which comes without emotion- twisting, can also be a delight. .

May you soon RIP (Rest In Peace)