Spring Reverie!!

I was talking to someone one day. In the middle of our conversation, she happened to utter a beautiful sentence. She said, “I would love to get lost one day.”

To some it might sound crazy. To a few like me, it might strike a chord. And for some others, it wouldn’t ring any bell at all, like the option of ‘can’t say’ in the surveys. And yet there would be other set of people reacting to it in various ways.

When I think about it, ideas ripple in my mind. Do I want to get lost? Really? Am I not already lost in this huge, wide world? I don’t know where am I headed towards. So am I  lost? And then it strikes again. Yes I would love to be lost. Although not like someone gone missing and then her/his family n friends worry to death. No I hate to imagine all the worst possiblities that one would or could come across in this whole idea of getting lost.

And however, I would like to be lost. Lost in the nature! I dream of travelling by train someday and getting down to some unknown destination, that was never supposed to be mine. Maybe somewhere closer to the sea or higher up in the hills? Where there would be fields, blooming flowers, clear blue sky with deep blue waters of the sea. I’d get lost in the lap of nature, in its calm and serene environs, where I’d savour every single moment.

I’d be far from the bondage of society and yet far from the worries that encompass our daily lives and farther from superficial social connections. I’d lead life in peace with a diary and pen ofcourse at my disposal. I’d create stories while lying down on the greenest of grass, under some shade of some tree where the sunlight would stream in on me.

When the sun would start setting, making way for the night, I would go near the sea. I would listen to the sounds of waves under the starry night. Ideal for weaving dreams!

And if some traveler, some day would pass by my abode, I would interact with her/him. I would listen to his stories and s/he would hear mine. I could give her/him letters addressed to my family members and friends to let them know I am safe and comfortable and would be visiting them soon.

How fascinating! I wish I could lead a life like this for a while. Away from civilization and then when I would have had enough of my fantasy I would make my way back to my people who would have been genuinely waiting for me.  

Amidst moonlight,
against this dark night,
step into your dream
and sail through.
Able to weave
a world of your own,
sit across the sea,
stroll along the shore.
Abound with liberty, this
abode of pleasures,
scent of the roses
spreading all over.
Awakened thus, by the sunshine
streaking against the morning mist
surfaces the real,making you
aware of the withered delight.

A day old,

I had held you in my arms.

First time ever, a baby so small,

had I cradled,

overcoming my initial fear. 

That night

in the hospital,

you denied us sleep

with your recurring cries,

worrying us to the core.

And now you are

a month old,

I brim with confidence

when I rest you in my arms.

You are the first for me,

whom I have played with

at such a tender age.

You are so small and fragile,

your clenched fist

loosen sometimes to hold our fingers,

and that small cute nose of yours and your thin lips,

that sometimes give a smile

make our hearts bright.

But the best for me is

when in fleeting moments

you change expressions

while still asleep,

you cry at one instance 

and suddenly you would smile

unmindful that you are being watched

by these affectionate eyes.

 

Wintry mornings!

I open my eyes. It's still dark. I check for time on my cell phone. It's 6 in the morning. Realizing, it is yet not time to get up, I pull up my blanket a little. I slide in for the warmth and shut my eyes, ready to weave another dream.

A little while later, though this little while spans for almost two hours, my eyes open again, I can feel that darkness has slipped away. I CAN get up at this hour. But no, this is not the right time, not for someone who has been embraced by  laziness that wintry mornings engender. No force within me can fight this state.Or should I say, I have tuned my mind not to. Such is the delight in a winter morning. 

These days, every morning I wake up, I go out of my room and when the cool air brushes my face, it seems the day has been colder than the previous one. By everyday, winters seem to fortify their position. I don't know about others, but there is someone who has been reveling in these cold winter mornings. And that's none other than me. 

I wish they stay here for sometime. I wish there be some more fog. Fog that envelops you in its embrace to the extent that it blurs your immediate surroundings. I wish there be some cool breeze that touches your face, seeps inside and give you the chill and thrill. 

Why do I feel guilty? Why do I sound cruel? By the night, there is a clash of the romantic and the realist within me, the one that glorifies winter mornings and the other whose thoughts reach out to those who dread winter for the lack of protection from the frightening and fatal cold. Thus, I earnestly wish, everyone gets protected and gets a chance to witness these enchanting winter mornings.

The first entry of 2014

I always write when there is an urge to pen down my thoughts from within. And yes, I have an inspiration in this new year : the Little Angel who joined our family a few days ago. The first thing that you'd notice about her is that she is so small as any other new born, of course they are meant to be that way. I know it is a plain and simple fact but yet it could be a little overwhelming to hold this small little child in your arms.  

I wonder what should be going on in her thoughts. Till so far, she had been hiding from the big world in her mother's womb. She only knew her mommy as she had been protecting her. And here she is now facing us all. So many people around her, that she will recognize as her family when she grows up. Her eyes don't even open completely yet. But whenever she opens them, they seem to be contemplating or so I am guessing. As the time passes, she will be discovering the world. 

It is not only her, I should admit who is experiencing this newness. The parents themselves, my sister and my brother-in-law are having a never before experience and that will change their lives. Bringing up kids in the world is such a huge responsibility. Their whole world will now revolve around the little girl. She is the cynosure of their lives from now on. Knowing them, I am certain they will make a pair of very cool and wonderful parents. She is for sure lucky to have them.

Having a new member in the family always brings such an immense joy. And that we have entered this new year with the blessing of this little angel, I can foresee the happiness, pleasure, adventure that await us through out this year. I hope this year be fruitful for all of us.

Dear 2013

Dear 2013,

As you come to an end, I look back positively at all the events of life that  took place. Last to last year, I had written a certain resolutions for myself just for fun. As far as I can remember, I didn't make them come true. Consequently, I feel, I did not write anything either on a piece of paper or in my mind about the things I would do for you. However, I had a few aims running at the back of my mind.

You have given me all sorts of surprises. I am only more than content with the way events shaped up. Sometimes I let myself led by the moments and sometimes I decided to take them head on. 

As I like writing on paper more than typing it out on the laptop, I have already made a "Bilan" as we call it in French, of you for myself and boy, what a fruitful year you have been! And I could only thank you, my stars and everyone around me who made my world so lovely, exciting, and wonderful through out. 

                                            THANK YOU SO MUCH !!

                                            Lovingly yours,

???

rivers flow,
from melted snow,
do they know where to go?

flowers bloom,
effacing gloom,
do they realize for whom?

birds fly,
high in the sky,
do they ask themselves why?

my mind stirs,
when everything blurs,
raising questions,
seeking all answers!!

do I find 'em?
I don't know.
a few I find here and there,
rest I leave in despair.