… feelings & thoughts, scripted in fonts …


978. My share of Love..

Life taught me to love well..

But warned me not to love deep,

Not so deep, that when you’re hurt..

You cannot get yourself healed.

The deeper your heart, deeper the hurt..

The tender the feelings, faster they crack,

Easier for the Light, the wisdom, to get in.

Love, when deep, enough to forget yourself,

Get ready, make way, for..

For something hurtful to come your way,

Atleast my share of Love..

Yes, my love life taught me this,

Faster I realise this reality..

Better for my Mind and Me..!!



977. Maturity speaks..

Maturity, to me, in so many diffrent ways, it speaks.,

It shows me, the real me, even all my hidden vices beneath,

Strengths, which I knew not I had, along with the other me, the meak.,

Accept facts, which once, I found quite tough to gulp.,

Ignore things, which once made me mad, now I go dumb..

It reminds me, how I used to lend my shoulders to my mom.,

Asking her not to react, how to go deaf to few situations..

But, while I cross the same phase of my life as hers.,

I find her reactions so natural, so correct, so spontaneous..

Learning to take things in their own stride, at their own time.,

Maturity smiles at me when, me, a puppet in the hands of time, it finds !



976. Feelings…

How do you relax?

The Pages, place of my Solace..,

Whenever I feel trapped within my expectations and the realities, thus feel cheated and betrayed by my own self and my own dreams, I write..

Whenever I feel suffocated, unable to think, what to do next to cool myself down, my pen helps me to shed some tears and set to sail again, but alone..

Time and efforts to set my mind right back in its own place, along with my own self, when they fail, I go blank, silent, dumb, and turn my diary pages vigorously, to write,.

Writing gives me a different kind of solace, a strange relief, which helps me express myself, whenever I feel like struggling with my own feelings and emotions..

The pages, on which I pen down my views, worries, struggles, fears, hurts, beliefs.. where I pour my heart out,. they talk to me, correct me, console me, comfort me,.

Me, my pen and my pages, we make a perfect bond of strength, of respect, of unconditional love, we complete each other, tuned to stay together, friends till eternity..!!



975. The Magic of Silence..

When you are in love..

You don’t need to see or say,.

Don’t need to hear anything anyway,

You get to read, smile and listen..

to all the emotions of your loved ones,

Your eyes start reading without seeing,.

Your lips start smiling without speaking,.

Your ears start to listen without hearing,.

Isn’t it totally magical or somewhat divine,

How you get to feel,

How you get to sense..

the feelings of your loved ones,

If you have a tender heart and..

Quite a sensitive mind, which thinks.


P. S – This I randomly penned down while thinking about our grown up son, who’s quite shy and prefers to stay silent, unable to express himself. There are a very few moments when we found him freely expressing his feelings and emotions. But, needless to say, we, the moms get to listen to their silence so well, as if a piece of our heart is placed in a corner of their heart as well.

This is Love, something magical, somewhat divine..!! πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•… πŸ€—



974. It’s Your day today, Life..

Life, you give us some wonderful moments..

As well as some awful moments too in life,

Moments, yes, they’re the real teachers of our life..

You, the Principal of your school, depute Moments to teach us all.

None better than you, Life, knowing all our firsts..

All our first days, the ones on this earth, then in school, in our classes,

Our first friendships, our first crushes..

Our first hatred, our first love.

Our first interaction with life’s varied truths..

Yes, all those bitter moments of our life too,

Having your own sweet ways to teach us all,

That, they’re nothing, just life’s parts and parcels.

They’re the inevitable ones, the ones who are bound to challenge us..

Time to time, testing our so called strengths, weaknesses, our patience,

To teach who are the ones to stay there, all through with us..

And who else are going to use and finally leave us.

How we, now, laugh out Life, with all your wide spectrum of colours..

Wiping or gulping all your sweet and salty tears..!!



973. My Moon, last night..

The moon, whole, last night..

shined so full and bright,

asked me about my love,

It was silent, quiet..

might be thinking..

of her own love life,

how their eyes silently met..

on that fateful night,

It was love at first sight..

both our love, they look alike,

Moon, my bae, my love’s namesake..

shined the brightest of the bright,

just as it shined..

on that fateful night..!!

………….. βœπŸΌπŸ’•………….