Greed

With you in my arms

With you in my sight

With you in my touch

With you in my bed

Enough is not enough.

Not close enough

Not long enough

Not tight enough

Not hard enough.

Love is immortal.

With love in our lives

We’re eternal.

Image by Jon Tyson
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Bankruptcy 

Image by Danilo Batista

When I had nothing left to lose,

Then I walked the Earth bare feet 

When I had no spectacle to behold,

Then I witnessed the sky with naked eyes

When I had no complaints to make,

Then I embraced the mercy of God

I had to be a bankrupt,

To be eternally enriched.

Falling this close to the finish line

When I was a child, I participated in a race. Before I could cross the finish line, I fell. I gathered myself and pledged that I’ll never run again.

The fear never left me. Whenever I had to run, I did it half heartedly, told myself that I’m above the race.

That until, I was in one, and I could see the finish line. I could almost touch it, I was this close. A few more steps would have tripped me on the other side. But falling has somewhat become my thing. Ran out of luck just a few steps short of finish line. 

Only this time, I won’t pledge to stop. This time I’ll gather myself and start where I left off. This time I’ll cross the finish line. 

Recovering #writephoto

Look! She sighed.

These roses are so perfect. Red as blood, sharp as memories. I can’t help but wonder what is worth the adornment of these lush flowers

Tell me now, if you could, would you peek inside? Would you like to discover that which they hide? Its like the roses are stuck here forever, bewitched by love and bound by mortality. They have owned the window, claimed it as one of their own. All for that which resides inside.

No. He replied in his resolute tone. Looking in another direction.

Why not? She complained. You’re not even paying attention.

He looked towards the window and replied cautiously, What if we went inside just to peek and the vines never let us out? What if the roses grow around us? We’ll be stuck there forever. 

He firmly gripped her hand and they continued walking. 

Atleast we’ll know what the roses fell in love with, and never recovered. 

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This gorgeous prompt is from Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge. 

A lucid dream #writephoto

Every fortnight they met. The moon, the tree, and she. Dressed in moonlight, her gorgeous locks flowing in the air, caressing them, she crossed the dark mystic field without a worry in her eyes. Upon gazing her, the moon and the tree sighed. 

Step by step she walked towards her, each step felt like centuries to the tree. Even though she had to wait a fortnight, the longest was after having her in sight.

The moon blinked. He knew how tree felt about her. They often talked about how she baffled their senses. They talked in whispers about their fear of not having to see her after another fortnight. Fear was but their expression of longing, of desire and desperation. They were helpless.

What were they to call it? Love was often taken as mating of bodies. But they were mating dreams. Together was when people were bound to each other, but they were free with each other. So this was neither love, nor togetherness. 
What is it then? 

A lucid dream, you two! She giggled.

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Write for Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge here. ❤️

Vulnerability 

Image by Larm Rmah

One of the things that disturb me the most is watching people take away other people’s right to freedom. Freedom to express themselves, freedom to just be.

I come across these posts on Facebook where people like you and me, the ordinary kind, judge other people based on how their opinions are shaped by their disabilities. And I find it so disgusting. Would any of us wear our flaws out in the open and then let people like us judge them for its impact on our speech?

We live in a world where people cannot come forward with their deficiencies. Where we cannot take bravery and mettle from the deprived. We have a self-engrossed concept of pain and the subsequent reaction to it. We will hide our own flaws behind the armour of our body, and boldly criticise those who live a life of vulnerability and no amount of armour can hide it for them. 

What we fail to realise is when God puts people through a grave trial, He empowers them with equal strength to carry its weight. 

And fact of the matter is those who don’t know how to be vulnerable, will never truly experience what real strength and liberation of embracing yourself are. 

So as long as your freedom is not hurting another being. Be free in mind, body, and heart. 

Elegance 

Heritage

When I read today’s daily prompt, the first thing that came to my mind was my Mother. For me, the epitome of elegance and grace is this one amazing lady. 

This person of incredible generosity. The woman who knows how to forgive, how to remain steadfast in adversity and still wear that gorgeous smile of hers. God didn’t allow this world to blemish your light. I hope He treats me with same kindness. We may have our differences, we may have a different threshold and response to fear, but if I can learn to be as patient with people as you’re, I’d consider myself a happy seasoned person. 

I’ve never said this to you. But Im proud to look upto you. You’re the warmth to my world.

Word prompt: Elegance 

Ode to 2017: Part II- The Blessed Project

This is one of my favourite comics from 2017. Life is tough for everyone. Sharing it with the alike makes it worth living. A shoutout to everyone here.

The idea for the Blessed Project comes from Susie Lindua’s vivacious blog, Susie Lindau’s Wild Ride

Whats better than tidying up the most dynamic year of my life with a thread of gratitude. Before I begin and if anyone is interested, here’s a link to Part I, the ScarsHere I go, 

I am Home

I say, home is where there are people who will put up with your worst and who just won’t leave. 

To find peace and harmony in your home is one of the greatest blessings ever. One I’ve been bestowed with, and one I will not let go for the rest of my life. 

Writing

I took up writing merely to appease a heart in turmoil. This blog is my heart inside out. And what it has returned me is love, acceptance and the miracle of sharing. I consider this a huge compensation from the Divine for all the upheaval, and its worth it.


Incredible Parents

 I haven’t been the most easy child to be dealt with. For one, I’m different. They don’t know how to console me, on most days I don’t know that myself. But they’ve stayed. 

My mother is a woman of incredible strength and grace. How has she been able to wear her gorgeous smile all these years, through light and dark is beyond me. She is angelic.

My dad is a tough man. But he doesn’t give up. One of the reasons I haven’t given up on my life, was because he was standing beside me, despite our differences not letting me give up. I don’t know if I will reach somewhere or not, but I have learnt the art to carry on from these two incredible folks. 

Thank you God.

A Beautiful Life

There are a million other things I’m thankful for, but I will sum it as a Beautiful Life. A life filled with amazing friends, privileges and comfort, and a soul. All my down days have left me with a heart that knows how to acknowledge beauty, and the source of all beauty is God.

I learnt to fly by first learning to walk

I flew in shards to find myself whole in block

I lost myself to find the God


Adios 2017! 🎊