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Oh ! Pristine Love….
They say Love can’t be seen. They say Wrong. I have seen Love. He is very handsome. He looks like a Royalty.
They say Love is Blind. They are Wrong. Love is all seeing. It can see the smiles and the tears in my eyes without even really seeing me. It can see like a scanner right through me. Like I am made of glass. Love has keen eyes.
They say Love is Deaf and Dumb. They say Wrong. Love has the most delicious voice, and it speaks the most beautiful language. Love talks soothingly when I am sad, it laughs when I crack jokes. It hears loud and clear. It can hear the pain I am hiding, the mischief I did.
They say Love Can’t be Touched. They say Wrong. I have touched him. He has the silkiest skin and most tender touch.
They say Love isn’t Tangible. They are Wrong. Love can be felt in the heart, it can exist in the soul, it can reside in mind.
They say Love has no Fragrance. They say Wrong. Love smells like Damp Earth, like Petrichor. I have Sniffed him. He has the scent of First Rain, of Sandalwood, of Rajnigandha.
They say Love is Madness. They are Wrong. Love is wisest of them all. He has the Wisdom of an Old man, the Innocence of a Child and the Determination of Youth.
They say Love doesn’t know Right from Wrong. They are Wrong. Love knows it all. But he is too pure to Judge. He is too unconditional to favour the Rights and abandon the Wrongs. He Embraces both with equal Affection.
They say Love is Aimless. They say Wrong. Love shows the Path always. Love guides with Knowledge, Love Inspires with Passion, Love Leads when we are too scared to take a step forward.
They say Love Cages. They are Wrong. Love sets a Free. It gives Wings. It offers a new horizon for us to open our wings and fly high. Love releases our Fears. It breaks the chains stopping us from taking the Leap of Faith.
They say Love is Pain. They say Wrong. It ends all misery and ends all pain. It brings a calm and peace never felt before. It is the proof that one soul can live in two bodies.
What is Life without you, my Love
They have no flavour, the dry Nights
Don’t go, can’t do without you
Don’t go, I won’t find another
What is a Monsoon without you
Oh ! My Beloved, I call out to you
These pale nights won’t go by
Without you…..Moon isn’t Silver
Sun is just dust, Withered Trees
Moist eyes, teary eyes, distressed soul
Oh, listen to my soulmate
Always be in love/live in love
Oh pristine love, don’t ever wake up
Don’t ever let your feet touch the ground
If you ever look into my eyes
Your eyes tell me a story
Which, though never comes on your lips!
Till Death Do Us Apart….
His memory followed me even when he moved on
It was after me even though I had pushed him away
It was tracing my footsteps through the barren lands
It was sneaking up on me from behind trees and rocks in those forests
It was lurking out at the most ungodly hours in the snow-capped mountain peaks
It was chasing me to the sand dunes; it waited near the oasis to quench his thirst
He was hunting me down like a deer caught in headlights
He was pursuing me through the deep dark caves under the Earth
He was tracking me down to the waterfalls of Niagara
He was walking down to my trail and reaching out to me as I break down, not letting me rise
He wanted me to be back, his memory not letting me find a hideaway
He wanted me somehow, his reminiscence making me trip every time I move on
His words coming back from the past to haunt me
His touch still spreading its arms, ambushing me unawares
I sat there and cried, wailed, shouted, threw stones at him, asking him to leave me alone. The wind blowing hard on my face, chilling me to the bone. My hair was scattered all around me as I gathered some loose strands and tucked them behind my ear. I Heard him then. His voice howled with the wind right in my ear as I closed my eyes. It was like he is sitting next to me, startled I opened my eyes and saw him, he was sitting right in front of me.
He just smiled, held my hand, looked into my eyes, and told me “I won’t leave you, I am here for life. You have left me, but I won’t leave you. My memory will chase you to the ends of this Earth. I will live inside you till the end of Time. You can’t hide from me; I will never let go. You know why? Because I live in each breath you take, I survive in your thoughts; I feed on your soul, I drink the blood of your heart, I get stronger with each tear you shed. I am here for a lifetime, remember the promise” he said with an ashen face as I looked transfixed into those mystical eyes.
“Yes”, I told him. I remember it; I remember the promise “we will live in each other, we will never be apart, nothing separates us but death”….. I said that to his memory as he smiled and vanished into a puff of smoke, drifting with fog. I buried my face in my knees, wrapping my hands around me, wanting to feel safe and secure, and repeated those words “nothing separates us but death, nothing separates us but death, nothing separates us but death”.
I removed the blades I wore in around my neck and held one to my wrist. My hands trembled, my breath caught in my throat, my heart beating hard like a drum, my mouth went dry and throat parched. His voice came in my ear “Do it”. I closed my eyes, steeled my heart, stopped breathing and drew the blade across my wrist. The blood splashed across the floor. The pain seared through me, scourging my being. And I saw you, your face in the blood that pooled around me. With every drop that flowed you drained from my body. It was getting quieter, peaceful, sleepy. What a relief to have exorcised you from my soul. I smiled in contentment before all thoughts left me and I slept in the lap of my free soul. Unburdened of the promise we made, I kept it, baby, I kept my promise love. Nothing separates us but Death.
You, Me, Us, Love…..
Love is trying not to Disturb but ending up by spending all day with him/her
It is Childish
Love is not wantitng to hang up the Phone
It is Random
Love is the kiss before you sleep and after you wake up
It is Excitement
Love is the Sweet Nothings never told or said
It is Stupid
Love is Perfection in Imperfection
It is Acknowledgement
Love is missing him/her as soon as he/she leaves
It is Nostalgic
Love is passing by that open door because it’s not Time yet
It is Tolerance
Love is touching him/her from the top of head to tip of toe
It is Not having Inhibition
Love is never having to say “let’s make love” as you already know what he/she wants
It is Awareness
Love is chucking things at him/her when you are angry on Self
It is Venting
Love is knowing just what to say to turn a ordinary moment into mad laughter
It is Fun
Love is fearlessly saying “No” when you know what you want Precisely
It is Freedom
Love is not talking to each other and wanting him/her to talk first
It is Ego
Love is when you buy a blue Tshirt for him/her and he/she wears it even though he/she hates Blue
It is Pampering
Love is crying rivers because he/she couldn’t make it for your Birthday
It is Hurtful
Love is saying “Don’t you dare stop”
It is Craving
Love is the Trail of clothes you both made from Frontdoor to Bedroom
It is Desperation
Love if finding him/her the Prettiest or Handsomest
It is Focus
Love is knowing its late but ignoring the Clock
It is Recklessness
Love is wrapping your arms around him/her on the Bike on open road
It is Boldness
Love is staying up to watch him/her Sleep
It is Tenderness
Love is waking up to wake up from a dream of him/her and find him/her in your arms
It is Wistfulness
Love is having his/her razor next to your toothbrush
It is Adaptation
Love is both of you taking up just one third of a king size bed
It is Closeness
Love is exchanging house keys
It is Trust
Love is Dressing in the same mirror and blushing as you both look perfect together
It is Reflection
Love is letting him/her eat your French Fries
It is Sacrifice
Love is when you feel a little taller whenever he/her is praised
It is Proud
Love is Giving him/her a head massage when you both have headache
It is Selfless
Love is sniffing each other’s Perfume and Cologne
It is Longing
Love is being tired of Kissing and Hugging but still doing it cause you just can’t stop
It is Compulsion
Love is watching him/her as they dress
It is Tease
Love is enjoying the Silence together
It is Companionship
Love is wanting him/her to say your name over and over
It is Satisfaction
Love is telling each other “it’s all over” but knowing it can never be over and done
It is Powerful
Love is checking the salt in the dish and then keeping aside the larger portion for him/her
It is Surrender
Love is when you cry seeing him/her hurt and bleed
It is Painful
Love is fantasising of him/her in all Movies, Novels and Songs
It is Desire
Love is seeing him/her sick, down and low but kissing him/her more
It is Undying
Love is giving a standing Ovation when he/she performed drastically bad
It is Encouragement
Love is when she sips Coffee from his mug even though she hates Coffee
It is Sharing
Love is hugging him/her even when he/she is all dirty and sweaty and smelly
It is Insanity
Love is quietly doing his/her chores without letting him/her know
It is Caring
Love is forgetting worries and pains in each other’s arm
Love is being Home
The Yellow Flower And Her…
The canopy of the Yellow Be Still Tree flowers was spread out over her as she lay under it with a book in her hand and a straw hat on her face. Her shoes were lying in a heap next to her, and the Yellow five petal flowers from the tree were strewn around her on the lush grass as she removed the hat and squinted her eyes to check the time on her wristwatch. It was a breezy afternoon, and the tree swayed in the wind like a lone dancer moving to a favourite rhythm. Frowning to see the time she sat up and looked up at the sunlight that filtered through the leaves and made a latticework pattern over her. Picking up a fallen bloom she sniffed it, no smell whatsoever. She twisted it between her thumb and forefinger like a Pinwheel, watching it’s petals blur as they spiralled. A smile played on her lips.
Her eyes were fixed on the book, she bent and picked it up. Flipping the pages of the Khaled Hosseini novel, she retrieved a small envelope from its leaves. She removed a folded letter from the envelope and opened it with care. The paper was delicate and seemed like it had been smoothed back after being crushed hard. She placed the letter on her knees and smoothened it out once more, lovingly she did it. The handwriting was slanting and curvy. The T’s and F’s were made exquisitely, and written with a fountain pen. She ran her hand on the paper and kissed the paper as if it were a Bible. Her fingers trembled as she held it up close to her eyes, she wanted to read it one more time, but her eyes, damn her eyes, why were they all blurry. She closed her eyes in desperation, and two fat tear drops fell on the letter, where the sender’s name was signed, making the ink run.
I Love you and will keep doing so. You will be a part of my soul, but you can’t be a part of my life. You know why You know I am not Infidel, you see I am bound. Of all the letters I have ever written you, this is toughest one. Never thought one day I will be writing it. Time has rusted our once Perfect relationship. You know how manyTiffs we had, how may reconciliations. When you find this letter, I would be gone, my bags are packed as I write this, I have emptied the drawers as well. I packed it all.
What I haven’t packed are all the rainy days with you, the nights wrapped with you. Some more stuff is there as well. One Autumn, some dried leaves from our garden. Get rid of them for me. One umbrella, with us two under it, I am taking half rain with me, but a damp shirt is still with you, send that. 16 full moon nights and few fake promises, some mock teasing, pack all. Just bury them all, cremate them all for me, I couldn’t muster that much courage.
My last goodbye for you. I Love You……
She was blinded with tears by the time she read his name, it was wet with her tears. She folded the letter and placed it back in the envelope and kept the envelope in the book before shutting the book close. While standing up she bent down to gather some Yellow Lucky Nut flowers, the tree had many names. They had both spent countless evenings under it. A smile played on her lips as she thought about the time she had told him she will eat its flowers and he had promised her that it will never be needed as he would never leave her. Walking up to the house she picked each flower one by one and ate its petals, one by one she ate them and by the time she was back inside her cottage all the flowers were gone. All the stuff he left behind needed to be buried, just like he told her to. It can go to the grave with her. After all, the tree had one more name, Suicide Tree.
When Heart Talks…
The loneliness of skies reflected in my heart
Walk into my life, surrender your life and make my music
Be my soulmate, make Love Eternal
Everything I loved was snatched away
They won it all; I lost it all
Lose your heart to me, Let me win this once
Let my song live forever on your Lips
Far away in Horizons, the evening turns to a shy bride
My dreams are lit by your thoughts
My heavy eyes are full of water
Each breath is a sigh, an Agony
Just then, someone stirs my Heart
Touched by you, Didn’t see You
I am still lost in the evening, Spent in your Embrace
You Promised “Never will be Apart, Never will be Two Hearts.”
You call me Infidel; I took all your Pain, I Pine for you now
Don’t be so intoxicated by Ick, Think of me, Think of me
I am a Fire, Stay away, Steer Clear
Don’t be swayed by Love; It is Insanity
The Flame burns her Lover, The Moths of Passion
The Flame warns her Lover, The Moths Never Heed
Flowers always bloom, some are to be Withered
You and Me were bound to Love; You won’t find me again
The Foilage of Autumn, Won’t Blossom in Spring
Once they are gone, those Dusks and Dawns, those Nights and Twilights
This is the lesson of Life, Love and Parting
I am the Poetess of the Moment
I am here; I will be gone too
Just like the Youth, Just like the Innocence
26th January: Celebrating Over The Yrs
India enforced its Constitution and became a Republic on 26th January 1950. A lot has changed since then. We have made progress in every field, and the country stands as one of the fastest growing economies.
As we celebrate our 68th Republic Day this year, here are pictures from the past to the present showing how we celebrated Republic Day over the years:
Dr Rajendra Prasad being sworn in as the first President of India on 26th January 1950.
The first Republic Day Parade in 1950.
King Tribhuvan of Nepal as the guest of honour for Republic Day in 1951.
Units of Defence Services participating in an impressive parade held on Republic Day, in 1951. The President of India Dr Rajendra Prasad taking the salute at the March Past.
Artists from West Bengal performing the Lama dance during the 1956 parade.
A fountain at the India Gate illuminated on Republic Day- January 26, 1957.
The Parliament House, New Delhi, illuminated in 1958.
The Indian Railways tableau of the 1959 Republic Day Pageantry.
Reception held by the Indian High Commissioner in Pakistan, Rajeshwar Dayal, on the occasion of India’s 10th Republic Day at Karachi in 1959.
President Varahagiri Venkata Giri with the guest of honour, Mr Josip Broz Tito (President of Yugoslavia), and the then Prime Minister Indira Gandhi in 1974.
IPS Kiran Bedi leading Delhi Police during the Parade in 1975.
President Shri F.A. Ahmed with Sea Cadets Republic Day Contingent of 1976 in New Delhi.
Dr Patrick J. Hillery, President of Ireland, as the guest of honour at the parade in 1978 with Neelam Sanjiva Reddy, the President of India.
Photographs of folk dancers, who were to participate in Republic Day Parade, taken at Rangsala on January 22, 1981.
President Giani Zail Singh with Alhaji Shehu Usman Aliyu Shagari, President of Nigeria, the guest of honour at the parade in 1983.
One of India’s mainstream defence system, the Bofors Gun, on display during the 41st Republic Day parade in New Delhi in 1990.
President Dr Shankar Dayal Sharma, and Prime Minister PV Narasimha Rao with the guest of honour, Dr Nelson R. Mandela, President of South Africa at the Republic Day parade in 1995.
The Prithvi Missile system on display during the 47th Republic Day parade in New Delhi in 1996.
The guest of honour, Mr Jacques Chirac, President of France, at the Republic Day parade in 1998.
Prime Minister Atal Bihari Vajpayee with the guest of honour, King Birendra Bir Bikram Shah Dev, the King of Nepal, at the Republic Day parade in 1999.
The chief guest of the Republic Day Parade in 2003, the visiting President of Iran, Mr Syed Mohammed Khatami, being introduced to the Service Chiefs by President Dr A.P.J. Abdul Kalam.
The Border Security Force’s motorcycle-borne Janbaz team displaying its skills during the 55th Republic Day Parade in New Delhi in 2004.
Balloons carrying the Indian National Flag float across the Rajpath skyline during the 55th Republic Day celebrations in New Delhi in 2004.
Members of the Indian Army’s Gorkha regiment during a Republic Day parade.
Indian Air Force fighters refuel mid-air during the parade in 2005.
Prime Minister Dr Manmohan Singh and his wife, Smt. Gursharan Kaur with the participants of the Republic Day Parade in 2008
Republic Day parade 2012
US President Barack Obama, the guest of honour, at Republic Day parade 2015.
Ten English Songs I Love
Hey, So here I am about to tell you about my Top Ten favourite English songs, now let me tell you, a little while ago, I didn’t like them that much, but I was introduced to some great music recently and have fallen in love with some songs. I have a very long playlist of English Music in a very short time, and I am hung on it, listening to it on loop. Each song on this list is handpicked after a lot of contemplation, which ones to include and which ones to exclude was a time-consuming decision. So, Enjoy!
Closure by Chainsmokers
Blank Space by Taylor Swift
Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding
This Is What You Came For by Rihanna
Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes
Animals by Maroon 5
Cheap Thrills by Sia
Roar by Katy Perry
All About That Bass by Meghan Traino
Starving by Hailee Steinfeld
That is all for today friends. This is your host and blogger friend Sakhi signing off. I hope you enjoyed my Top Ten List and yes, please don’t be shy to leave a feedback.
PS: I love bonus, I bet you too do. So I must leave you with one more jazzy beat to keep rocking too before we end this musical ride. Here you go
Rock DJ by Robbie Williams
She was on her way home. Her overcoat was making a huge shadow on the pavement under the blaring street lights. High heels are making that typical rattle as she walked purposefully with her hands deep in her pockets. It was cold; her breath was fogged, and her eyes were obscured by the hood of her coat. She is moving down the maze of alleys, a left, a right, another right and then down the street all the way to JOE’S CORNER. The delicious smell of his hamburgers hit her nostrils even before she has turned the corner and she felt ravenous. Joe was at the stove, turning patties over a skillet, tossing them in the air and catching them back in the skillet. She made her way into the shop and straight to the kitchen. Joe beamed to see her and nodded towards the booths in the diner. She smiled back at him and said “not today Joe, I am in a hurry”, and she moved the crisp note over the counter to him. He slid a juicy hamburger towards her; she was back on the road the very next moment with the burger in her hand. It was huge; she knew Joe makes her with extra love, adding more cheese, more fries and more of everything just for her. She was halfway through her burger, licking her fingers now and then when she heard another pair of footsteps behind her.
Not bothering with them she kept walking to her small apartment above the cottage that was used as a artists studio, he has let her rent the small room with kitchenette above it for the half the price, just for the sake that she will clean his studio once a week. She had agreed happily, and it was the place she called home now. She wiped her hands and mouth with the tissue paper wrapped around the burger when she was done eating and chucked it in the next bin she saw, near the last corner before her home. Something made her turn around and scan the deserted alley. There was no one there; the footsteps were gone. Back on the way she turned to the apartment street and rummaged inside her bag for the keys. She found them at the bottom and climbed the narrow spiral staircase that led to her apartment. She inserted the key in the lock when she felt a huge hand cover her mouth and another on her neck, holding a knife. She felt choked and struggled, but his grip on her was a vice like. She stomped her heel into his toes and added her weight to it. He let her go with a scream and lost his balance, to get back stable he grabbed her coat and dragged her down the staircase as he fell. She yelled and cried each time her head banged on each step till they finally lay in a heap at the bottom of the last step. She couldn’t see, the pain had blinded her. Sitting up immediately she felt the Earth under her slip, he was upon her like a snake, covering her body with his.
Not finding any way to get him off her as he tried to throttle her with both hands she yanked his jacket hard. All sight was losing her as she was getting short on oxygen with each passing second and suddenly she felt something under her hand, in his jacket pocket. It was a small knife, she extracted it from his pocket, he was busy killing her, and without notice, she drove the knife hard into him. His face was directly over her when she saw his eyes close in pain and mouth open in agony. It was a while before he let go of her throat, she scooted out from under him and sat up coughing. She couldn’t breathe, taking huge filling breaths she sat on the pavement, sweating and shocked. Turning on the spot, she saw him lying on his stomach, upper body on the last step and lower half on the sidewalk. Hot tears flowed from her eyes, the burger she just ate was back up in her throat, and she will throw up. She managed to stand up, still coughing and breathing heavily and ran to the dumpster where she just chucked the tissue and puked in it. She couldn’t stand straight till every last ounce of that burger was out of her system. Falling back on the sidewalk she crawled on all fours to the spot where he lay, immobile. Her frail body rocked hard with sobs; she was trying to say something, her voice seemed to come from far away, “OH MY GOD! I KILLED HIM. I KILLED JOE”.
The Room Of Mirrors…
She sat on the floor, broken down, shaking, shattered. She was sitting in between a kaleidoscope of broken glass; its fragmented powdery shards dusted the black landing around her. The Room of Mirrors was gone. There were no mirrors that would multiply her from one to many.
She was alone, sitting there, breathing heavy. Her breathing was ragged, and she pulled out her hair in agony that was not physical but mental. Her scream shook her; she screamed long and loud, her head turned upwards. Her shrieks reverberated around her making some Kinetic energy that was making a circle of sound waves around her. Encircling her, Engulfing her. The hot tears rolled down her face, they burned her eyes, but they were no more tears, it was blood that has broken the last glass, her eyes.
This room was her Haven and her Sanctuary. She could not hide more from the reality, her reality. She had made these mirrored walls to increase her strength manifolds. She has pushed back her monsters behind those walls. Now they were lurking out again. Their glowing red eyes are looking at her from every corner. Her cries were keeping them at bay. The broken glass dust was beginning to lift off the ground.
Soon enough her scream turned to a never-ending boom that was making the ground under her shake. The mirror dust had made a debris cyclone around her, making her the Storm Cell in the centre of it. She spread her arms and raised them above her head, and the wind rose up, lifting her up with it. She was Levitating, floating unsupported in the air. Her face turned upwards, and a bright blinding light was coming from her eyes, it was robust and white enough to make all the monsters close their eyes.
She convulsed once and let our a scream that was sufficient to make anyone’s ears bleed and go deaf. All those monsters retreated into the darkness, and she rose up higher and higher in the air, her outstretched arms seemed to control that whirlwind that was making the thin flimsy dress around her flutter and made her look like a white butterfly. Her hair was flowing behind her, making a halo of orange light behind her.
She was obscured from view by the glass dust around her grew so thick that it became impossible to see her. Her last scream was never-ending, and all the light was swallowing her up. And suddenly she went silent; the light was gone, the cry was gone, the wind and the storm had ceased. The glass was turned to fine sand as it lost inertia and fell back on the ground making a wispy sound. Everything went silent and still. Like Time had stopped. The monsters came out from the shadows to hunt her down and feast on her from all sides.
But in the middle of the space, where they expected to find the girl whose soul they had come to claim had gone. She was not there, only her dress remained, lay in a heap in the middle of the debris. She had done it. She had managed to escape the room in which was trapped for years. She had broken those walls, smashed those mirrors, escaped those monsters and left that darkness. Now it was light that she saw, and her soul, white, whole, content. She was Successful. She was victorious. She was liberated. Finally !