It is, or isn’t it?

Hello readers,

I’m officially kickstarting the 2015 NaPoWriMo today. Wish me luck! have fun reading and remember to tell me what you think!

Day 1: A Poem on negation.

It’s not a ray of sunshine,

But then again who needs Vitamin D?

It can hardly be considered true and fair,

But there’s nothing grander a love affair.

Not very reasonable on the best of its days,

All too easily found on sunny beaches in bays.

For some it is most clandestine,

Ask Helen of Troy, she knows how it’s been.

Not a harbinger of peace that I can sing,

For this little feeling, swords did swing.

Yet were it not for love, and lust too or so I hear,

What in the world would we hold dear?

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Without or Within?

The daily Prompt-March 16-<a href=" Places“>Places

“As long as you feel safe in your skin, you will always have a place to call home.”
But sometimes,especially when you’re growing and changing, a safe place isn’t under your skin.

Places have the power to evoke memories, even long after the people we shared them with are gone.
Sometimes you’ll find yourself walking down familiar roads in search of the person you used to be with them.
But change is good and memories always did have a habit of glowing brighter in retrospect.

Places give you an escape from life.
Whether it’s a out of the way, hole in the wall cafe or a the floor of the classics section in a bookstore.
It’s where dreams grow bolder and hearts grow stronger.

Blue waters and sunny skies always did have their charm,
but have you ever noticed how windows in a second-hand bookstore refract a rainbow onto the ceilings?

Forest trails and wispy clouds , you say? I can hear you sigh, wanting to get away…
But look, are those lovebirds nesting in the tree just there?

Everywhere around you are stories, just waiting to be noticed, waiting to be told.
I know because I once played peek-a-boo with a kitten hiding behind a pillar on the footpath.

Curiosity leads to the most amazing things,
Like the time I met a puppy, and she fell into a pond, looking for fishes.
She’s five years old now and curled up on my bed.

Our memories are linked inextricably to places.
What’s your favourite memory?

The Dismissal of Happily Ever After. Chapter 1.

Chapter 1- The opposite of a volcano is a butterfly
image By the poetrystorepoet- Silvi Alcivar.

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It is a truth universally acknowledged…..

Two people who like each other should be together.
It was always just that simple.
Then we grew up. Grew wary of being reckless with a heart that has a jagged scar down its side.
And so we let people go, never telling them what we wanted to say.
Because all wounds heal with time, but some bleed again at the slightest touch.

You’ve stayed up all night, replaying memories behind your tired eyelids.
Waiting for sleep, praying for that elusive unconsciousness .
But this heart wasn’t meant for a cold empty bed.
There’s only so many times you can lie to  yourself.

Two people who understand each other should be together.
It wasn’t meant to be a competition of who knows best for you.
Sacrifice doesn’t quite have the charm of a Hollywood star.
All their tears are pretty.

You’ve held your head up.
It’s taken you 20 years to love yourself.
Don’t wait on a bridge for a love that isn’t ready.
There is still fire in your veins, I promise.

Two people who like each other should be together.
It was always supposed to be that simple.
Then we grew some more.

Part of a Whole.|KalaGhoda 2015

Here we are, long after the streets have emptied.

I’ve finally put together my thoughts on this year’s Kalaghoda Arts Festival, one of the most awaited events in the city.

This year,for me, was all about interaction. It was about giving people a platform which allowed them to share their feelings without hesitation. Take for example this.

A world within our own

A world within our own

Or this.

A Little Princess

A Little Princess

Part of a display that allowed readers to add to their thoughts over the course of the festival. Another similar interactive installment asked us to attach any small memoir we had of the city or the relationships we’ve had there.

One of my favorite things about the festival has always been the colorful bangle feature, re-vamped every year. This year it spoke about the contrast between the urban and rural woman, both simply stripped down to a base difference.

The Woman is a strange creature.

The Woman is a strange creature. Demin VS Bangles

The purpose of art has always been defined in various ways. Sometimes it is just to be. Sometimes it’s to highlight things so common we don’t notice them anymore.

I’ve always had a soft spot for Colour, It makes everything so much brighter.

This year was also about hopes and dreams and wishes.

He must know something after all.

Jon Snow? He must know something after all.

Speaking of which, one of mine finally came true, I got to see the Symphony Orchestra of India perform. It was simply amazing.

The SOI Rehearsal

The SOI Rehearsal

Then there were the eclectic butterflies.

I've always loved to dance with the wind.

I’ve always loved to dance with the wind.

We make the best of where we land right? As for the oft repeated tale of turning from a caterpillar into a butterfly, it’s a stereotypical tale but one that everyone feels they’ve been a part of. What’s your Butterfly story?

As far as being a part of something bigger than yourself goes, it doesn’t get better expressed than this.

Part of a Whole

Part of a Whole-Best expressed by a multi faceted semi disco ball. 

Fractions, split seconds, moments gone in a flash, these are what we will remember when age has dulled our eyes, or on days when colours seem less bright. Here, in my city, you never have to be lonely. You will always find someone with whom you can be alone together.

And if not, there will always be the wind to catch your hair and make your worries float away. And I will be there for you, Always. That’s a promise.

Colours of the Wind.

Colours of the Wind.

Much of what I saw and heard and felt leaves me at a loss for words, albeit with a sense of belonging. Maybe next year, I’ll see you there, and you’ll know too.

After Awhile.

After awhile you learn the difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
I read that once somewhere.
It’s been awhile since I’ve had words to share.
But life, as is so often the case is life and sometimes things get hard.

Have you ever poured your heart out and have someone just say, ‘Man, that’s too deep.’
Can I ask you to never be around people that make you want to apologize for your emotions?
Please, don’t try to understand them.
Their incomprehensible mediocrity will be the death of your soul.
You are so bright, they need to shield their eyes.
Please, don’t shine for the wrong people.

Have you ever that feeling of loneliness, that utter sense of being lost?
Can I ask you to leave this place,these people for something better, someplace where you find peace?
Please, my darling, you deserve it.

And I hope you hold your head up high.
I hope you learn to dance with the wind.
May the stars be your crown.
And the moon,your lover.

And this I can promise you,
Every time you hurt, you will heal.
And I, I will be there for you.
Always.

The Dismissal of Happily Ever After. Prologue.

She closed the blue book, rubbed her tired eyes with ink stained fingers and blinked sleepily at the clock.
2.03am
She sighed, falling back onto her bed, her dark hair spread out on the pale pink sheets beneath her.
‘Another sleepless night’  She hated nights like these, when the thoughts would simply not be silenced. When the ‘what ifs’ of life were playing like a bad movie in her head. When you questioned everything you ever believed.
About life.
About humanity.
About yourself.

For you see, dear reader, our heroine was plagued not by a disease, or a hardship.
Her problem was far more common.
Disease can be cured.
Hardship dealt with.

But what do you do when you’re awake in the middle of the night feeling like a shadow, like you’d melt away at the slightest light?
Waiting for something,anything, to make you feel better?

We all stuggle.
With life.
With love.
With humanity.
With ourselves.
So I suppose she was, just like you and I.
This is the story of a girl who learnt to love herself, for all the days someone else wouldn’t.

Bad Reputation.

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~I got a bad reputation,
      We got ourselves a bad situation.~Haley Bonar(Bad Reputation)

Today I have something to say to all of you, but especially to three people who are more amazing than they will ever realize.
So far, on this blog, we’ve seen a lot of angst and let’s be honest, there’s probably more to come. But not today.

Today is for happiness, and a good book, and cup of tea.
Today is for hugs and laughter and silly jokes.
Today is for you.

When Life gives you Lemons by Sanjana18

For you I have the words of Iain Thomas-
“And every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling, “This is important! And this is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this! And this!” And each day, it’s up to you to yank your hand back, put it on your heart and say, “No. This is what’s important.”

Today is also for cuddles with a dog. And squishy hugs. And pride and prejudice viewing.
Today is for taking a break.
Today is for you.

Constance and change by rhapsodiesofmymind

For you, I have my own words,
‘You are more than the sum of your parts.
More than the worries that plague you.
More than the things that pull you down.
You are more my love.
You are sunshine and shade.
You are enough.’

Today is for Potter love. And John Green love. And Game of Thrones love.
Today is for being unapologetic in who you are.
Today is you.

Empire of Dirt by Dreamyworldofthesleepygirl

For you I have Albert Einstein-
Because the only thing you absolutely need to know is the location of the Library.

So it’s time to be happy.
If not, well I suppose we’ll just have to have cake.