Aster

Hey Love,

As distant as we are now,

With the distance getting big on its own,
Please know,

Never ever there was a moment without you.

Never ever there was a thought without you.

Never ever there was peace without you.

The shining light is gone,

Replaced with the tortuous doom,

Please know,

Never ever there was torture as bad as being away from you,

Never ever there was light as beautiful and bright as you.

Never ever there was peace without you.

As I lie here, withering away petal by petal,

I send you these purple stars from the little sane corner of my heart,

To make you remember,
Take Care of Yourself for me,
After all, my peace is YOU.

~ prajitha

The Man Who Lived Life As It Is - Part 1

This is a story. A story of a man who lived his life as it is. 

This man was unique in his own sense. Free-spirited, energetic, inquisitive, vulnerable, strong, and joyful. Now, you may ask, isn't everyone born the same way as you mentioned. Yes, everyone is, but does everyone remain the same, or the least strive to be the same. That is a question in itself.

Somehow along the way bit by bit, we lose different aspects of what we are. This does not imply that this man has not lost anything, but he had always found a way to get back to his old self.

His childhood was not extraordinary, it was ordinary as it could be, but his free-spirited mind always tended to defy things. He was a REBEL. A rebel to the existence of high and low, a rebel to the difference in status, a rebel to the inequality in the very basic necessities of livelihood. His rebellion was open, unharmed, and true to the cause, which in later life caused many a disagreement.

Growing up, he did not fit into the social norms of a family. His disregard for wealth was very open, which enabled many to use him for financial gains. People may think that he is a fool, to entertain those predators, but the fact was he was not unaware of their intentions, he just did not care about it. Something which this author finds truly baffling and still cannot perceive their head upon it. You might have put a dagger through his heart, abused him, neglected him, and even might have concocted many rumors behind his back. Still, nothing will hold him back, when there is a need for his help in your life. Compassion- That is what made him the Man he was.

Feel it, embrace it, and move on.

How do you enjoy your evenings? Going out with friends, having food and fun, going to cinemas, reading a book, and having quality time with your family.

To tell you the truth, it has been a long time since I have ever enjoyed my evenings. As a person, who loves to have some refreshing time on my own, this is a disaster. Well, who else can be blamed, but myself and my never-ending lists of tasks, duties, and responsibilities. As a self-proclaimed chai lover, this is really sad and outrageous, the consciousness of which dawned on me two days ago, when I went to the balcony to pick the dress, with a cup of tea in hand.

One look outside, and there you see in the branches of the big tree (of which you have still not learned the name) a raven has built her nests, with her hatchlings. The kids were all playing outside, even though it is freezing cold, having fun, yelling, laughing, shouting, and here you are wondering what to do next. It felt like you have bounded your mind, to think only about work, and in that process, you have forgotten that sometimes you need to set yourself free.

The realization that in your fast day, you need to allow yourself to slow down a bit, to reenergize and recuperate fell upon me. I stood there silently letting it sink in, observing and just being there. Do you even realize how liberated you are at that time when you allow the life around you to warm you up? It makes you understand that the rush you make every day can never be compared to those few moments of entire soulfulness.

Feel it, embrace it, and move on. 

Let me finish my chai and Parle-G.

Mirror

There is a mirror in the depths of our mind,

A mirror that reflects our deepest desires.

A mirror that reflects our fears.

A mirror that reflects our self.

You can choose to ignore or acknowledge.

Yet the mirror remains.

You can choose to wonder or neglect.

Yet the mirror remains.

It do not ask for acceptance,

Neither does it ask for avoidance 

You try to destroy the mirror,

Break it in to pieces , powder it into dust.

Then again you forget to remember.

You are the creator, you are the destroyer.

Everything comes from you, so do the mirror .

Aki 秋

 Aki

In the sleepy and cold mornings, 

With a hint of drowsiness and a cup of chai,

You sit in your balcony and feel the cold breeze.

The early morning sun, smiles at you with a tint of coldness.

Trees sway and rustle,

There are colors every where.

Nature is inviting you to witness the new,

Color spreads as the smile on a kids face.

The changing leaves looks enchanting,

Red and orange,

Enchanting and breathtaking.

The sun is warm, the leaves are warm.

Wherever you go the colors are warm.

There is laughter,

There is life,

There is warmth,

There is love.

This is what Autumn is,

This is how Autumn feels.

With a tint of coldness in the morning,

And an expase of warmth on our minds.

* Aki- In Japanese Language Aki means "Autumn" "秋"

What Matters IS...?

When All That Matters to you Is No More.

What Matters is within you.

When All That Matters to you Is No More

What matters is around you.

When All That Matters to you Is No More

What matters is away from you.

When All That Matters to you Is No More

What matters is never you

When All That Matters to you Is No More

What Matters is….?

And then there was you

And then there was you

In a busy street, under the bright lights,
I stood bewildered.
Watching life, bustling around me,
When all I needed was quiet.

People rushed past me,
Not a glance to spare.

Friends laughed and cracked jokes,
Ignorant of the stares,
When all I wished was to be ignorant as them all.

I wanted to move, but yet I failed.
I wanted to shout, but yet I failed.
I wanted to breathe, but yet I failed.
When all I wished was to feel again.

Time moved on, and here I was,

Still and not moving on.
When I caught my breath,
As I could feel a stare.

Searching for the eyes, I moved.
I pushed through the laughing people,
I pushed through the sweaty workers.
And then I saw the eyes,
And then there was you.

To be continued…

Comfortable.

Comfortable.

I like to be comfortable,
Like the soft whisper of the wind, brushing through your face.
I like to be comfortable,

Like the dripping water of the rain, falling through the petals.
I like to be comfortable,
Like the sound of the pages, of an old bound book,
I like to be comfortable,
Like the sweetness of the tea that stays in your mouth,
I like to be comfortable,
Like the soft mews of the sleeping cat, in the balcony, curled and unaware.
I like to be comfortable,
Like as if you never know how comfortable it is.

When Time Stands Still.

Fast, that is the life.

The life that I am on,

Moving with tremendous speed,

Onward and onwards.

No time for thoughts,

No time for reflections.

No time for  breath,

No time for stillness.

A moment of pause is what I yearn,

A moment of stillness is what I need.

But will I ever learn to be still,

Will I ever learn to breathe.

I will only know,

When Time stands still.

~ prajitha.

The Path

I am here,

At the beginning of different paths, 

Some used some unused, 

Waiting for my beating heart to settle down to its rhythm. 

I look beyond,

Roads crossed, 

Filled with disappointment fear confusion and hatred. 

It was muddy like the river in a storm, 

Unconscious of the consciousness within. 

I look back stunned at the mess of my path, 

Twisted arrays of indescribable design, 

Messed up with numerous footprints. 

Reality crashed down like lightning, 

My wandered soul, begging to rest. 

Strained and used, I stand here, 

Stilled by my thoughts. 

I hear the winds Beckoning, 

Yet I am unsure but also aware. 

Something has been stirred within, 

A view has been cleared. 

I am here, 

At the beginning of different paths, 

Some used some unused. 

My vision getting cleared, 

My determination shines. 

Without fear I stride forward, 

In the path chosen by me, 

To tackle the adventures of life. 

Finding Love...

Few days back , my friend and myself had a very interesting conversation. As usual, we were talking about everything irrelevant, when all of a sudden my friend says,"can you possibly tell me how you believed you were in love with the right person". Now to say I was preoccupied with the question will be an understatement. You see, I am not one who believed in love at first sight, even though I love to read romance novels and watch everything romantic. Neither I was one who had a chance to fall in love before marriage (Yes! Arranged marriage yay!!). So, this was very tricky for me indeed.

This made me realize to the fact that ,people identifies themselves in love in different forms unique to themselves. As my friend said, all it takes, is a moment to recognize and that's all you need. And once the moment goes away, you know you are done for. There is no turning back. You are out there exposed to all that  will be thrown to you. If you are fortunate enough, you will have company or else, you suffer. Well, that is an interesting way to put it out. 

Finding love, is not a task. It is a natural phenomenon. You stay awake all your life, for that one true love, sometimes you get lucky, but sometimes you are very unlucky to even recognize it. Sometimes you get what you envisioned and sometimes you just wish you never had an assumption. But, there is no turning back. All person, at certain point of life, falls for it. Some may be fortunate enough to have a life-long relation for other's it may be good till it lasted and for some it just leave behind painful memories. It gives strength, compassion, recognition, realization, warmth, happiness , acceptance in varying degrees. The "degree" detrmines the longevity, the depth and furthermore the life in love.

So, our conversation, ended in this note " you may be an ignorant, foolish, arrogant selfish soul or you may be a compassionate one. Whatever you are , once you fell in love, it is love only. It is upto you to decide to cherish, accept, own,live for love or to ignore, scorn or make a fool out of yourselves. After all as the old people say "Love is blind" and you have no idea what blindness do to you. 

Signing off...

P.G