If magical beauty could be described without words, then this has to be how it would look
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge
My entry for this week’s challenge :
BROKEN !!
We are all a little crumpled.. a little broken…
Heart full of feelings rumpled… Mind full of words unspoken….
There are wrinkles or some ugly creases,
There are cracks or some missing pieces !!
Some bear cracks that eyes can see,
Some as empty inside as can be,
Some into a trillion micro pieces, are torn,
Some with one huge void, too heavy to be borne,
Some broken in their heart,
Some with their souls ripped apart !!
Some hide in shame,
Some climb in fame,
Some try to blame,
Some quit the game…
But we are all broken just the same !!
We are all a little crumpled…. a little broken…
Heart full of feelings rumpled… Mind full of words unspoken….
There is no one soul,
That is so impeccably whole!!
Magical Moments
Most often we come across a situation where we are in two minds : Should we Go ahead and do it? Or should we wait and decide if we can? A kind of situation where all our instincts point us in one direction, and yet civilization leads us to choose the exact opposite direction.
That split second moment when all of our senses are in harmony, yet civility decides to play spoilsport, robbing us of the miracle that could have otherwise been born. All the magic lies in that one moment that we hesitate … and pause to decide if we should follow what our heart , mind and soul is whispering albeit in a very faint voice.
There was this man, Roger , who was besotted with a lovely young woman. For days, he would muster up his courage to go and proclaim his love to her, only to hold back and abandon his resolve at the last minute. One day, his magical moment descended upon him when he was walking on the road and came upon his lady love picking flowers from a roadside tree. He could hear the voice of his soul, directing him to declare his love to her. Yet he stood still, content to watch as she picked her flowers and put them in her basket. Suddenly there came a handsome young man in a fancy car. As he watched with growing pain in his heart, his lady love got into the car and disappeared down the street. He never saw her again. Five years later when he (still single and unable to forget his first love), walked into a restaurant, he saw her, his lady love, sitting alone at a table and reading a book. He approached her. What started as a casual meeting grew into strong friendship, and he realized both of them were so aligned to each other. This time, when he had his magical moment, he won over his hesitation, and finally proposed to her, and they were happily married for a long time.
Roger was one of the few lucky people for whom life gives a second chance, but for most of us, it is not so. If we do not respect our magical moment, it is lost forever.
It is in stopping and pausing to dissect what our soul dictates at such moments, that we irrevocably forfeit Love of a lifetime, friendship that could have been second to none, hope that could have been sowed, lives that could have been saved and healing that could have otherwise been.
open up your heart to the ones you love, let them know how much they mean to you, love them without restraint and speak your love without filters, for we may never get another ‘magical moment’.
All the magic lies in that one moment, so don’t let yours slip though the holes of logic and sensibility!
Whispers of the breeze…
I hear the whispers of the breeze…
As it meanders through the trees….
“Alone you stand, stranger in your own land”
When life strips you off of all that you think is your own….
Blinded despite having vision and sight….
Repelled by emotions that hitherto allured….
Orphaned by souls that were your own….
Broken apart by love that used to bind….
Hurt by healing that once was….
A tear and a sigh,
Maybe it is all part of a big lie ,
Or Just a perennial unaswered why,
Maybe they who expect are who ‘ll always cry,
Eyes that run dry …. unable to even anymore cry…
And all night long awake as I lie…
I hear the whispers of the breeze…
While it meanders through the trees….
“Alone you stand, stranger in your own land”
The Light at the end of my tunnel..
When god created mankind…he also created the problems that would keep them busy and occupied. After all if life was all happiness and contentment, what would we do with all our time? Would it not be totally boring and bland if we knew every night while we went to bed, and every morning as dawn broke, that our joy and laughter would be safely restored the moment our eyelids open? And so is why each day is different, and we have no idea what awaits us when the sun rises day after day, as seconds become minutes, as minutes become hours, as hours become days we grapple endlessly with our multifaceted problems as they hound us in all their unremitting glory!!
So what is it then that holds us from bursting at the seams…from irreversible collapse as we are accosted by one hurdle after the other? It’s solely because of these angels that god filled our lives with to ensure that we are never left high and dry, no matter what!
Yes its these very same angels that so beautifully fringe our little world… that we call our ‘friends’.
Sometimes when life is not all green fields and smooth roads that are bright and well light…. when all we see
are dark and sinister tunnels that seem to run endlessly, it is these angels that help us traverse even the deepest cavern.
My life is blessed by only a few such angels. But of all those only one stands out …. and that is my healer… my best friend!
In a world that’s obsessed with digital madness, where people have no time to talk to you , or listen to what you need to say, my angel has not only stood by me through all my darkness, she has never hesitated to drop all her priorities to hold my hand and lead me through the longest tunnels and towards the light.
So recently when I found myself gaping at the ominous and gloomy mouth of yet another tunnel, I looked around for her. To m
y despair, I could not find her anywhere. All of a sudden, I found myself panicking. Realizing I was on my own
, I tried in vain to muster the courage and confidence that I needed so badly at the moment. I closed my eyes, willing myself to stay strong despite the fact that my whole being felt empty and betrayed. I blindly groped my way through the tunnel feeling all vulnerable and alone. Knowing I had no choice, I slowly pressed ahead refusing to heed the hurt in my heart, trying all the while to ignore the voice in my head that was shouting: “She does not care for you, You trusted her, she has let you down.” Time passed me by, and my steps became slower, my path became darker and my hopes of enduring and reaching the other end became dimmer still.
I stopped, buckled over and decided to give up on myself, my dreams and hopes and my doomed journey. Just then I saw a faint flicker of light on the pathway just around the upcoming bend. Hoping against hope, I dragged my wounded soul to the bend. There
just a few yards away I saw the end of the tunnel, bright light pouring in through it. And there, silhouetted against the opening, shining brighter than the bright sunlight, was my best friend, waiting for me, with her arms wide open in a welcoming embrace!!
I ran to her shouting “why did you leave me alone? why did you betray my trust?”
And she said “Because I had full faith in you, I knew you will endure and come out of the darkness and that is why I was waiting for you here. I never left you, I was with you all the while, praying for you, but I needed you to know your own power and to see that you will be able to handle anything life throws at you even if I am unable to physically be there for you!”
All of a sudden I felt ashamed for even doubting her intentions.
She is my healer, my best friend and god-sent angel, and I feel blessed to have her in my life! She is the light at the end of my tunnel. Trust in god’s angels that grace your life everyday, not your circumstances.
Wishing everyone a beautiful and blessed new year!!
Solitude
Here I stand, before thee
Defenseless as an aging tree
Ties, bonds and love that wane as I flee
For the endless abyss that now beckons me…
Here I stand, before thee
Empty and alone as one can ever be
Vast void spaces as far as the eyes can see
Hesitant and torn …a heart that cries in a final desperate plea
Here I stand before thee
Swirling winds that engirdle with evil glee
Sonorous whispers.. “you’ll be free.. you’ll be free”
As dreams and hopes of a lifetime fade in memory
Broken and torn … feeling like the weest wee
A prisoner in a world where solitude quells ‘WE’
And so, Here I stand before thee,
Defenseless as an aging tree
Dreading the unbeknown fate that awaits me…
Not knowing where to go, or what to be…
Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge (Back of things)
The journey that began here….
…..Ends here!
The Hand that embosoms you, and the heart that cares for you….. are your richest treasures…..
Soulmates
Who is a soulmate really? It would appear hopelessly cliched to define a soulmate as one who loves you unconditionally, and who completes you in every-way possible.
Rather, I feel a soulmate is someone who rubs you the wrong way umpteen times, who drags you into multifarious fracases of varying gravitas, and yet remains as lovable as ever, if not more!!
After all, the love that is woven with threads of grief and distress is the most enduring and deep-rooted. And people who share that kind of love- they are soul-mates who are truly 
supreme and inviolable!!
A person who chooses to hold your hand and walk through the doorway of all the trials and tribulations that you may encounter is the unexampled quintessential soulmate.
He; who makes you understand yourself better through his mistakes, who sometimes makes you realize what you truly want, by bringing what you don’t want, who helps you metamorphose from what you are into what you are meant to be, who makes you come alive; is your soul-mate in all his winsome glory.
A soulmate is forever : simple not complex, flawed not perfect, not phlegmatic, loving not stolid, emotional not clinical, a human not an automaton!!
A soulmate : is forever..
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Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge : Perspective (Unusual angle or point of view)
1. A simple clothes peg against the summer sky… Much like the people we call ‘our own’ that anchor us and keep us grounded irrespective of whether life presents itself as an expanse of trackless wilderness like the blue skies… or a myriad maze of overlaps and confusion …. or a choice between multiple untrodden paths….
2. Hooks that hold and prevent falls….
3. Simple strings that create food for our soul….
Rinathas 