It is really you!

Then, the silhouettes stopped me from seeing you

Oh! I know he is the one; but this struggle, is this really true? 

Love is always one sided is what I believed 

When our glances met, my love for you was cleaved. 

Soon we liked, loved and got severely attached 

Our love conquered the whole city but we were jinxed to be detached. 

Seasons changed, years passed, skin is pale but love was still searched for 

New lives came, things were fresh but it was all happening outside because you were still very far. 

Heart skipped a beat when I saw you today

I felt a fresh breeze, new life, a whole new enthusiasm and I was all ready to slay. 

That moment of joy my head was hallow and heart was stupidly in love indeed

Thoughtless, emotions empty, not an iota of physical craving creeped. 

Wiping my tears of delight, I came close to you 

A hand on your neck, a peck on your cheek came not from me but that was your little daughter dove.

Something strong shook me and I realised then, I was so close to you yet I felt you were still not here 

Ran into his arms who always made me feel special and near. 

How kind were you to accept me as I was though you missed me each moment from within 

It took me so long to realise that it was really you and I would like to finally forget the past to move on and begin. 

It is really you! You who has to leave the past in the past because such is life and not everyone will wait for years to accept YOU. 

PS: Inspired by an episode of Modern love ‘when Cupid is a prying journalist’ which shows how we hang on to the past and never realise the fruits of present and future. 

Image courtesy: Fine Arts America/Googled image 

Ranjana...

I’ll wait for you!

From the windows I peep, behind the doors I hide.

Waiting for you oh! Mother, My big blue eyes opened wide. 

You walk in with an infectious smile, looking for me who is all shy. 

Your sweet voice tries to yell, I’m looking for a bird where did it fly? 

Behind the screen I stand, hypnotised at your beauty. 

God must have taken a lot of time to craft such an artistry. 

Still looking for me you said, so many days passed without a hug and a kiss, I wonder where my little bird is? 

Ah, I’m so tired, I want to get fresh but first, let me touch my beautiful whizz. 

I flew to you without further-ado, holding you tight was all that I wanted to do. 

In your eyes you held infinite affection but it was also dark and blue. 

I waited for you for so long, did you not want to see me? I cry. 

Today you look like a goddess, I really want to be half as beautiful as you before I die. 

Never say that my little bird, an empty canvas is better than a bad painting she said. 

My life is full of lusty people around me, who don’t even care if I’m alive or dead. 

For you I live, for you I strive, you are the one behind my existence. 

My beauty is all there is and I have no clue about my life’s distance. 

I’m sure your journey was long, the paths were thorny. 

I’ll become your falcon and protect you from all that’s uncanny. 

I promise to see only that prettiest side of you. 

From the windows I’ll peep, behind the doors I’ll hide and I’ll always wait for you. 

Ranjana...

PS: Inspired by philanthropist Madam Sudha Murthy’s great work in abolishing Devdasi system in North Karnataka. Let’s do our bit to bring in peace and joy in our society. 

Image/Painting Courtesy: Artist, Magda Urse and Google. 

Tree Story!

What’s life after death  like? Do I believe in afterlife? What will I be doing in my afterlife? 

I think I know the answer already. 

Something struck me when I was travelling in Croatia last weekend. Nature’s beauty is preserved so well in this country, clear blue seas, not even a piece of paper on the streets, high respect to the nature so on and so forth. 

As I drove around the country I wondered about how beautiful it would be to be a tree. Since the birth, during life and afterlife they are considered useful. I love to think spiritually and connect spiritually with most of the actions I take in my life and I wanted to continue something similar in my afterlife too. 

I quickly asked my husband. I know you can survive without me but I cannot, so, if I leave one fine day, will you promise me to put my ashes in my garden and grow a tree on it?  As someone who has been tolerating my stupidity, he calmly answered okay, I will. 

What happens if I become a tree, I will still be alive, I will still have a life, I’ll be giving life to many lives around me, I’ll live and die for others and still be alive. I will be helping humans to survive and I’ll be helping nature to be preserved. There will be houses built all over me in the form of pretty nests which will bear many lives such as birds/butterflies etc. I will see the world through their eyes. They will carry me with them, fly out one day, put me in different parts of the world and my legacy will live on.

My life and afterlife will always be what I wanted it to be, fly high, see places and enjoy life. 

Live life and afterlife.

PS: Inspired by an idea on social media coupled with my personal thoughts. 
Image courtesy: Google. 

Ranjana...