Universe is musical

Universe is musical. Nights are calm and beautiful with music pouring in the silence where the silence is silent with notes of music playing around as if they are hugging. As the sun sets and the moon arrives shining bright radiating poetry. The universe is musical with stardust pouring from heaven when the bird coos early in the morning on a winter when the sun is about to rise. The trees sing songs of a home in a whisper which you listen when the heart and the mind are not separate but one in a moment. The wind speaks to me while it kisses the folds of my hair, making love to my eyes making them close with the anticipation of beautiful dreams in reality. The universe is musical when the music of the heart syncs with the musical silence of my room where the dream catcher reminds me of discovery of the music of the heart which was all within me. Universe is a personal concept making love with life in the silence of music where the silence silences.

Sing because life is all about feeling the notes of love floating. :’)

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Fairy Tales

There she was, sitting by the window

Listening to the fairy tales her mother told her.

She would watch the birds and become one of them.

There she was, listening to Harry Potter and pictured herself as Ginny falling for Harry at the age of 12.

There she was, watching Disney princess movies

She thought of herself as the princess.

Her dad made her the princess in real life.

There she was, being Hermoine in her 12th. She became one for real.

There she was, being Mitchie from Camp Rock in her graduation. She became one. “This is me” became her favorite song.

There she was, falling for a guy and getting her heart broken. She turned to Geet from Jab We Met.

She is her own favorite person. A broken heart makes her smile even more.

There she was, growing up, becoming a woman,

She became a warrior princess instead. She fought her battles. Won some. Lost some. She remained the princess nonetheless.

She again fell in love and created a fairy tale.

She pictured her favorite love story with the guy she loved.

She sees the reality. Knows fairy tales don’t really exist. Yet she lives in one.

Her life has always been a fairy tale even when it was not.

She is a fairy tale.

She is her own fairy. She has a world of her own.

Who says fairy tales aren’t real? They are.

For her.

All she did was to dream one.

How I spent the first romantic day of 2018

I woke up to chilly winds and beautiful sky. I was busy taking in the cold outside and got late for college and providing some more gratitude to the traffic jam, had a sassy moment with my professor. I ended up reaching to the class before my professor did while we both were stuck in the same jam. It was kinda cool.

And in the first break, abandoning my bag and other belongings in the classroom on 3rd floor, I went to the garden and it was drizzling, I removed my shoes and walked barefoot on wet grass making my feet feel chilly and then I called up my mom because I felt like talking to her about how romantic the weather is and she being a savage sassy mother shut me up with her wit and made me rethink the idea of Romance.

I bunked my last lecture to read about the city I love the most and sat on the wet grass in touch with the universe and nature. I didn’t feel cold because sometimes warmth of the words is enough and then I went to the lake on my way back home and ended up taking a 2 hour walk around the trees and the lake watching the sunset.

When you’re in love, you feel things differently and then for momentarily you just become love. All you radiate is love. That’s who I became today.

Happy Winters People!

The Faraway Soul Sisters

Once there were two girls

Girls who were classmates and liked each other.

One had a gang and was popular enough.

The other one was an insecure student with no friends and hence became the teachers’ pet.

She wanted attention. She wanted to be liked by others. She wanted to befriend the popular girl but then she realized she is a misfit and not needed around. She started reading novels for the first time back when she was 15. She never liked novels her mother got for her but read comics. Her attention span was short. She wanted to please people and feel accepted. She was messed up like any 15 year old and lonely. It took her sometime to befriend her loneliness and turn it into beautiful solitude. That popular girl remained her Faraway friend with whom she shared this really enthusiastic HI whenever they met. 

Years pass by, both graduated from school and went to Delhi University. Coincidentally both joined girls’ college (different ones of course) and incidentally remained in touch after school. They met each other once or twice an year, had quality time and wished each other a happy birthday on calls. You know that’s a big deal in today’s time. Eventually they both became mutual admirers of each other. 

They both were Faraway Soul Sisters. They did not know. 

One fine day, they just start talking regularly and for some strange reason both go on a journey of self discovery. They both indulged in deep life talks and absolute shit too but it was all too good to be true.

The point is that humans evolve. The popular girl embarked on a journey where she evolved as an art and the other one became partially mature but mostly angry young ambitchious woman. Both are insecure. Both look forward to self discovery. And they are in this journey together in the present moment but they are not sure how long their companionship will last but sometimes there are moments you feel that these two are Faraway Soul Sisters who are as messed up as those crazy crows that flow. Yes flow. It’s not a typo. The sentence doesn’t make sense to make sense of the point you see. I don’t know how to end this blog post so I will go by saying

“Mac and Cheese is the greatest invention of all times.”

Bye!

P.S. Thank you for being my Faraway Soul Sister.
To my dear Readers, I am sorry to disappoint you with such a weird ending but you see now movies are open ended so why can’t blog posts be 😉

Coffee anyone?

It has been three years since I started off this blog. This blog has been a place where I posted anything and everything, to be honest. I was in love and new to writing when I started this off. And let me tell you that now when I reviewed all of my posts, I don’t like most of them because they were just random stuff without any craft. My writings were raw and childish with less of profound use of language. It was particularly, a diary made public and when I realised my folly, I stopped posting altogether. I remember posting 4 to 5 pieces in a single day and then not posting for months, I have also realised the repetition in content and lack of new experiments and freshness with the art of writing. So I decided to read more, discuss more, learn more and write less but do good quality writing. I wished to delete this blog entirely and start a new one but then I would not do so because it is one of the only things I started on my own and I have actually learnt a lot. This blog if I judge it today was a total failure but one of my favourite quotes is “Success comes from experience and experience comes from bad experiences.” by Sandeep Maheshwari who is my all time crush and a role model. This blog has a part of me residing here on WordPress. And I am happy about its existence. It’s been three years and I have grown emotionally and mentally and in order to keep growing we all must stop once in a while and look back and see how far we have come and set goals about how far we need to go.

“The woods are lovely dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.”

-Robert Frost

I have always been fond of Robert Frost and Ruskin Bond, these are the authors and poets who define me and my choices in life. And it is only after reading so much more and learning so much more I realised there is so much left to read and learn. I happen to be blessed with extremely learned people in my life who enlighten me with their knowledge over a cup of coffee or taking a walk in Haus Khas village or just random evenings spent together at any place where there’s cheap food and coffee or “chai” because writing coffee or tea is too mainstream.

We, humans, are filled with colossal capabilities and beautiful minds and lovely soft beating hearts, but due to tough nature of life we are drying out and just existing with insecurities and identity crisis and are mostly figuring out life or just merely being there without being there. So today, someone you connect with on the metro because he/she is reading your favourite book and that book is recommending you the person. Just go up to them and ask them for a cup of coffee because great things can happen with just one cup of coffee. I met my soul sister like this. I saw her and it was friendship at first sight. I am 22 years old and I have never dated in my life, but I have been in love because I am a hopeless romantic who grew up with Disney Princess movies where Love will find a way and with SRK’s DDLJ and with Titanic where my heart will go on. And even in this post, I have flowed, I started off by reviewing this blog and talking about growing and ended up talking about love, well I believe when you have love in your heart you have everything you need to live life. And as per the 40th rule by Shams of Tabriz from 40 Rules of love, “A life without love is of no account. Don’t ask yourself what kind of love you should seek, spiritual or material, divine or mundane, Eastern or Western. Divisions only lead to more divisions. Love has no labels, no definitions. It is what it is, pure and simple. Love is the water of life. And a lover is a soul of fire! The universe turns differently when fire loves water.”

I often sit at coffee shops in the hope that I might meet the love of my life. Landon Pigg’s song “Falling in love at a coffee shop” is my romantic dream and when I will meet him there sitting in the coffee shop reading a book I would ask the waiter to go up to him with a note that will say

 

“Let us go then, you and I,

When the evening is spread out against the sky

Like a patient etherized upon a table;

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,

The muttering retreats

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells

Streets that follow like a tedious argument

Of insidious intent

To lead you to an overwhelming question …

Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”

Let us go and make our visit.”

– Prufrock

and I will choose not to reveal my identity and let him figure out who it was?

Coffee anyone?

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Snippets of love. #1

She loved someone who didn’t love her the way she loved him. But he did care for her. She was loved by someone to whom she didn’t love the way he did but she did care for him. And somehow she understood both and started loving both from far in her own way and finally was truly happy from inside and out.
And then someone said, “your love is incomplete.”

To be continued… in snippets of love #2

A Sultry Affair with Ink

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As the writer dips the nip of the pen in the ink, the ink and the nip hug, embracing each other like a two long lost friends seeing each other after years, the writer’s block finally ended. They both hug and kiss passionately until the pen absorbs the ink. Soon the writer intervenes and they had to part. But the pen and ink were involved in a love triangle with the paper. As the writer writes, ink on the paper falls caressing the smooth surface of it and pen cried the drops of ink to see ink and paper love so deeply and ink leaving its imprints. But to sacrifice is to love, everyone was happy and everyone was hurt. Afterall love is all about this weird feeling of meeting, loving, hurt, loss and separation and acceptance. The pen was somehow happy that the writer will always love it and kisses it after every piece of writing, pen learnt to fall in love and fail in it and it finally understood the meaning!