Whispering Thoughts

Dissenters and conformers,  marching together.  One talks of could haves  and should haves.  The other, more complacent,  content with what is.  Both vital elements,  contradicting yet complementing,  prerequisite building blocks.  Their views differing,  their paths distinct, but,  their horizon same.  Bearing the many diversities,  in their hearts,  and still united ‘neath the Tricolor,  they stand beside,  and their juxtapositions  is what makes this nation unique. This celebration of differences,  noisy, yet intimate,  intricate conscience.  Bound together with the subtle nationalist thread,  the loyal and fortunate  sons and daughters of soil,  enriching and preserving its heritage.  Heartiest salutes to this spirit.

 The adrenaline comes rushing through the bloodstream, colouring my cheeks, that deep pinkish red, and I feel the warmth too. Like all eyes are on me. And that thumping of the heart, the beat, audibly loud, the force, quite impactful. Embarrassed. Scared. Proud. Happy. All at the same time. Tongue-tied, thus, whenever she calls me. Blushing too. Scientifically, they say, it’s nervous system responding to a stimulus, so strong, that the tongue disconnects from brain, momentarily, making all my words disappear, suddenly. But to me, this is love. Sheer love. Stammering and stuttering, outside and yet, profound and earnest, within. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Another day, another chance. At life and at living. Yet another prospect to prefect this art. To draw the right strokes. To smudge and shade the gradients. Oh! And what a blessing it is! To see the night retiring, leaving the door, ajar, allowing the light to rush in, the blushing dawn spreading its tippet, and the prismatic scattering that follows, consuming the night. Slowly. Definitely. Yes! Another day. Another chance. Second. Third… Millionth. Zillionth chance. To breathe. To believe. To be busily astir. And to beget. Your very own concrete rose. Mayhaps a little flawed, but undoubtedly immensely blessed.

Wah Pargteyo Mard Agamda Wariyam Akela Wah Wah Gobind Singh Aape Gur Chela Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

 Cobwebs. Of travails and trivia.  Of grind and gaiety.  Of plethora and penury.  And beneath these critter homes,  the cracks, the brokenness,  and this hollowness, we shine, each one of us,  in bits and pieces. We all have that spark in our souls,  that is subdued, sublime, sufficing. Our eyes light up, hearts, swell with love, spirits, zealous with passion, when we dust away  those niches of our being that hold our earnest desires. We all thrive  on such slivers of dreams,  subtle sparkles of hope.  But we all hide them  under the blanket layers that tempt us to conform.  If only, ah! If only.  We become,  who we really are.  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Summing up the gist of Karwa chauth in the form of free verse poetry.. Trying to capture the very essence of this festival of married women...the Indian version of valentine... To those who observe the fast and to those who do not observe the fast.. Basically to those who love their spouse from the depths of their hearts... To their love, to their commitment, to their zeal and to their strengths.... This is a small dedication to the pious bond they share. A humble salute. As they say " Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength , while loving someone deeply gives you courage."- Lao Tzu So to the courage of Bravehearts... All decked up in the finery of silks and love... The glow on smiling faces magical... Their smiles enchanting, their prayers sincere.. The ritual screams sheer romance.... A bold brave proclamation of love.. Pyaar kiya toh darna kya types... Sacred, the legacy of love. Strength, spirit and sentiments, promises of lifetime, witnessed by waning gibbous. ...

Verses to complete the occasion.. Short prayers penned from heart as a mark of devotion to the omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent energy.. My idea of celebrations.. In a way that I can share the happiness and joy, the festive spirit with all of you... From my heart to yours, Short little haikus penned with love for Ma... The one that sustains us all...  Navratri.... A journey of spiritual cleansing...a celebration of divinity... Jai Ma. Your grace abounds us. Sinful, we, seek Thy refuge, sustain, as your own. Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗