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Collection of poems- Of Love

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
– Percy Bysshe Shelley 

Love is like a potion, known to mend broken, fragile hearts. Only with a contented heart and a calm mind you can work well. For that mental peace, you need to realize the magic of love- give love and be loved.

These are few of the lines, too close to my heart, by great poets, on Love.
The warmth that you get while reading these lines remain unexplainable!

Love has nothing to do with
the five senses and the six directions:
its goal is only to experience
the attraction exerted by the Beloved.
Afterwards, perhaps, permission
will come from God:
the secrets that ought to be told with be told
with an eloquence nearer to the understanding
that these subtle confusing allusions.
The secret is partner with none
but the knower of the secret:
in the skeptic’s ear
the secret is no secret at all.

If I should think of love
I’d think of you, your arms uplifted,
Tying your hair in plaits above,
The lyre shape of your arms and shoulders,
The soft curve of your winding head.
No melody is sweeter, nor could Orpheus
So have bewitched. I think of this,
And all my universe becomes perfection.
But were you in my arms, dear love,
The happiness would take my breath away,
No thought could match that ecstasy,
No song encompass it, no other worlds.
If I should think of love,
I’d think of you.
William Shakespeare

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Have a nice day!


Quotes unleashed

Bhanu, thank you so much for nominating me for the quotes challenge. I apologize for being late but I’m sure I’ve come up with those 3 quotes that are enlightening and close to my heart. I take this as an opportunity to show how much I admire Rumi, the great person.

My contribution of 3 pebbles of his writings for spreading peace, knowledge and happiness.





Have an awesome day ahead! 🙂

The Mirthful Moon.

P.S. As I’m already late, I have not followed the rules of the challenge.

A dry beach!

One fine evening, we decided to go to a beach. We haven’t been there before, but we managed to get the directions right and reached there! We were excited. Something was waiting for us, we never knew!

I and my uncle started walking on the sands that seemed like cemented floor. What do you expect to find in a beach? If you’re expecting for water, then that’s too much I say!

Because this beach is dry! We were shocked. We literally walked in search of water on a beach! Too much ironical, isn’t it? The gentle breeze didn’t fail to give the feel, but ‘water, water, where are you?!’ – This was our condition. The panorama was lovely. The serene land wasn’t obscured by water. We kept walking and walking towards the sea for nearly a kilometer and still in vain. In more half a kilometer we might have reached the water, we could actually see from there, but already the sun set was on and we had to be back to the shore before dark. In the night during high tides, the water comes to the shore and by next morning it returns back. To be honest, we were scared that the levels may start rising anytime, so we returned back safely! The floor was designed like a half melted chocolate, but mind it, it was not sticky at all. I walked barefooted throughout. And once you reach the middle of the beach and look up, you’ll be mesmerized – ‘Is it a land of fairy tale?’

Beach floor near the shore
The floor as we move inside. It looks and feels like a chocolate, but not sticky.
Sand on the shore looks cemented.

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It was a breathtakingly amazing experience!
The beach was dry during the month of January but I don’t know about its present condition. I’ll surely post whenever I visit the beach again!

A note to my friend.

#Dedicated Post

Good old days!
These days, I often catch myself pondering about the nostalgic thoughts. It doesn’t mean that I’m living in the past. The past memories are so crisp that it motivates and inspires me to move further.
The memories about my friends I mean.
I had previously dedicated a post for them, ‘The Lost Gems Of My Crown’
But this is something direct, to one girl.
It’s her birthday tomorrow and all I can do now is to dedicate a post— Hey, you’re afar there!

I’ve to consider myself lucky, very lucky because I’ve heard people say that it’s hard to find good friends. May be because I had never experienced such a situation, I didn’t know its depth.
But now as loneliness has crept in and no one is there for me to ask— ‘Hey, why are you gloomy? Cheer up girl!’ I realize that she was a real gem!

We’ve had heaps of good times. The last bench fun in the class rooms, the sleep-overs, the long walks, the selfless talks….. it goes on. When I was with her—

I was never laughed at on my mistakes,
I was inspired to paint and draw more,
I was lent a helping hand,
I was never let down,
She made me feel beautiful always,
She made me braver,
She made me feel comfortable with the life,
She made my presence feel worthy and valuable!

What more a person needs in his/her life?! It’s much more than the paper notes and the coins can offer.
I’m proud to have such a pure relation – no one can buy it, no one can beg for it.
I was in a very bad phase of my life a few years back! That is when I had to manage things alone for a year. She knew all the hardships I faced. She was my right hand at that time and wiped away my solitude as much as she could. We laughed and were gleeful as much as we could! We fought and won against the hard time together.

Hey my Hardy, (Just because she’s fat and we’re funny)
This is not something you should shed your tears on! Please, don’t get sentimental. I’ll meet you soon, as soon as possible.. Keep waiting! And no doubt, you’re my gem and we’d never lose each other. Many more happy returns of the day.
Your Laurel. (Just because I’m thin and we’re funny)
P.S- This is not at all an exaggeration. In fact, I wasn’t able to express my feelings completely. I’m stumbling out of joy!

A little about train journey- 2

A beginning note- Happy International Women’s Day to all the beautiful soul bearers out there!

And now, the continuation of the train journey…

In the previous post, I had dotted down about the express train travel.

This one is about the local trains. When I say local trains, the first thing that comes to my mind is, ‘I’m being squeezed, save me!’ That is how it goes..

The scene appears quite as this—The more boisterous platforms, where the college going guys and office going people with their light-weight bags, stand there, waiting for the trains they everyday step in. The young lads chit-chat standing and sitting, few home- less men and women sitting in the corners, wearing rags, few changing the platforms using the railway tracks, the vendors shouting to make sales, and few of them stand clueless as if they are not sure about their lives! Amidst all the chaos, the train approaches, as if not caring about any of these, and makes a halt.
Wait…. Diamonds inside the compartments? People rush in like that. Pushing, kicking, hitting, making way, they manage to put their foot in the train and never care about others. Once they enter, their attitudes hit the opposite pole, as if they’re the calmest of the calm on the earth.
Few get places to fit in themselves, few of them stand!

It’s not always like this; mostly it is. Sometimes, on the holidays, it’s very easy and not at all crowded as the working and college going chaps get cleared out.

I personally need a fresh life every time I travel in the locals and by the end of the day, I fall on the bed like a corpse— tiredness!

Every day’s experience is different. Something interesting might happen one day, something funny the other day or even something terrifying or scary! One of my friends had a very funny experience (it was embarrassing for her, that’s a different story). As usual she fit in the ladies’ compartment and it was time for her to step down as her destination was just a minute away. The main problem while stepping down is, people get in and get out at the same time, leading to many clashes and mostly no one compromises and they fight to get in and get out!

My friend has a problem, once she starts coughing, it takes a lot of time to stop. And unfortunately, she started to cough badly! Her stop arrived, she was coughing, closed her eyes tightly, and she bravely stepped down as people behind her were pushing her out! OKAY. Stepped down. But, down on what? She unluckily stepped on a fat lady who was just going to get it in. The lady too didn’t stop as she didn’t realize and lifted her leg to keep it inside. And, that’s it. THUDDD…!!!
This is what others heard. Here the fat lady, lies flat on the platform and on her, my friend, still coughing. They managed to get up, coughing on that lady’s face, and literally she ran away without even apologizing! She was embarrassed to the core. And when she tells it to anyone, what people do is to laugh out loud, including me!

Even I’ve had a lot of such experiences. Should I embarrass myself? Not now certainly. Anyway, more than the local train journey, the express train travel is peaceful – I feel!

I was colourful, for a day.

Every year, the ‘Holi’ festival arrives during the exams and every Indian student beautifully manages to celebrate it in spite of the exam tensions.
And then, here is me, who was in a dilemma, whether to celebrate it or not.

This year, the situation was a bit different— new people, new place.
Is this festival going to break the newness? I never knew!

Holi , the festival of colours, is celebrated among Hindus and nowadays is popular amongst everyone! In Maharashtra, the festive season goes this way— Firstly, it’s starts with a bonfire (celebrated in the memory of Prahlada’s victory over his aunt, Holika), that is Choti holi (Small holi)
and the next day the actual Holi is celebrated (Rang panchami).

The bonfire
The bonfire

Colour powders are sprinkled and spurted, rubbed on each others’ faces, people are drenched in colour water, water missiles (pichkaris) and guns are used to shoot water and throwing water balloons on others is the ultimate joy!

This festival is too close to my heart because it allows you to mingle with everyone; rich or poor, strangers or friends, without any age bar. This time, I got many new friends.
On the eve of Holi, that is on Bonfire, people came in, prayed to the lord and performed few rituals.
We’ve never had any such ritual in the South of India. So, I sat there closely watching the things and captured few of the moments.

Each time I play Holi, the festival puts me in wonder! So much joyous it makes us.

After all the merriment, it made me recollect my past years’ celebrations! I used to play it with my friends, they made it memorable. They used to give surprises; secretly hiding and throwing water balloons, grabbing the face and making it colourful, dancing on the beats of our favourite songs while spurting colours on each other.

The things can’t be the same always, but this year’s was something different and was lovely!
Ahhh! I was drenched in the joyous colours of yellow, purple, gold, pink, green……

A huge NO to Bollywood.

I sit on the sofa going through the pages of Indian express and that is when I ask my mother:

“Mom, why am I never able to watch a Hindi film?”

Then what I heard is a giggle. She said, “How do I know?!”

And that is when I thought to try it out. I picked up the TV remote and put on a Hindi channel. Some *random* movie it was! Not more than 5 minutes before the TV was switched off!


I remember the times when my friends keep discussing about the Bollywood hits and the recently released songs, and I sit like some dyslexic person out there not knowing what to speak!

Ask me to talk about Tamil and Malayalam movies. And make sure to buy ear plugs, because I won’t be stopping. I can’t say I don’t watch Bollywood stuff at all. I’ve watched movies like Kahani, Queen, Tare Zameen Par, Slum Dog Millionaire and a few more. But……… Not all the movies.

The action scenes and illogical melodramas of Tamil movies and ‘to the core reality; heart-melting’ Malayalam movies never fail to fascinate me. You got to believe me, I even watch the flop films. But, what stops me from watching the Hindi ones? It irritates me, I can’t stand more than a scene.

Am I the only person like this in the world who doesn’t watch movies of a particular language? Does anyone else share the mystery story as mine?

I don’t know if this will change in the future. But, it remains as weird tag in my life!

Umm… Hollywood, Kollywood, Mollywood, Tollywood- Fine.

But, Bollywood? A HUGE NOOOOOOO!!!!! (for now at least)