My Friendship

Dreams are something I have started believing in lately. Each night there is a new dream, some believable, some unbelievable, some scary and some inspiring as well. It's like a reel which starts involuntarily, induced somewhere from the unconscious state of mind. I shared my dreams with a few friends and it was quite interesting to know their dreams, in return. A good friend of mine who believes that ''Dreams are gates to territories that are not explored'' suggested me to start a journal in order to keep a record. I did so and it's satisfying to fill page after page. The most interesting one which I had seen recently had a message. A quote!  ''Books are not divergent because they flirt with each other''   Make sense? It's been a long time since I composed a poem. Here's a try of shaping a dream into a poetry. She closed her eyes  to open the lock tonight of another dream door which awaits her to cite an unseen story, foretol...

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 55 ; the fifty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Rashmi Kumar , the author of Hooked, Lined and Single and Jyoti Arora , the author of Lemon Girl . .  "There is something special about rains. When trees dance, flowers smile rejoicing and the stirring fragrant brew up; I feel a new self. As if nature has framed up a mirror for me to look at and reciprocate in the same way." Said Snigdha and ran towards the garden to meet the season's first shower. Anand was mesmerized to see rains from a new perspective. In the chaos of life, earning hard and gathering luxuries he hardly ever noticed the joy of little things, the joy of letting go everything for a moment. Resting his left shoulder on the door he stood there motionless in admiration of Snigdha's carefree smile, those brown innocent eyes and tempting rose bud like moist lips. She had...

After being deceived  by the destiny and people I turned to the  gracious world  of nature to tipple The nectar of wisdom,  kindness  and optimism   I have heard people saying ''do what inspires you'' And so, I decided to sow  a seed of palm, a sacred belief For its leaves are an epitome of  peace,triumph and delve   The process of germination  has always been inspiring to me While nourishing it I found myself  nourishing and growing It taught me a lot of things like  the way of life First we are dependent and later on we alone strife The morale and mannerism  parents rendered with Have to carry on with  own choice and insights  The palm leaves were there  in my garden standing tall I planted one in the realm  of my better half  To get myself up  as many times as I fall  I did, so many times!  again...again...again ...

Away from the usual rushing crowd and customary  So as to attain solace and delve something new I seek solitary Where I can freely imbue my thoughts, deep feelings and realization The creeping urge of it within has refined my life's interpretation  It has stowed and extended me to a different visionary world  Where you read and perceive different stories without hurled  Insensitive to rest of the crowd it confronts in shades various Like this, I've read many of the secret stories ; Anonymous! Peeping through the lane, my eyes wander to embrace and pertain Entrancing a picturesque behind the four walls and curtain There are so many four secretive walls all around me   Conspire a perception, the same moment could be of grief or glee Those split seconds bless birth to someone and takes away someone's life My sight clutches their encountering vibes vary from refrain to strife  Some of them screams aloud to get my attention and...

Whenever I get into their company I find myself lost and disconnected from the world full of buzz and I willingly drive myself into an unreal world which fancies me more than the real .The process is gradual and rather mystic. The more time I spend with them the more I want to remain stick to them to discover more of philosophies, truths of life, morals to self guide and fantasy to beautify dreams. They move according to my mood. When I feel down they uplift me with quotes of positivism, when I feel unimaginative they tell stories to me, when I feel like crying they; like a sweet friend makes me laugh with humorous notes, when I am misguided they indirectly with something written in bold makes me realize my mistake. Powerful words constitute the life of a book and heartbeats reign the continuity of life. Whenever we meet, we meet with thorough of ourselves. Such is our relation! We share a sweet silent converse to which I never get bored of! :-)

I read, reread your intrigue saying you last wrote in the book ''Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall'' I wonder how you can be this close listener of my heart! There is a beep for you deep in me that tune everyday  To ask, if you're too longing for me?  My love for autumn, my love in autumn, my love is   like  autumn There is a mystery that carries along same as the crisp air in autumn An ease of sensitivity and indifferent that crave for seclusion and peace My feelings are colorful and are mostly red with the essence of your love After reading your words, being far yet close heart to heart I feel like flying But then my instinctive fiery and nature disclose the reality I fear of! ''I swing high and low Ruled by the air's (love) blow Upside I see the vast sky Downside a little fly Getting ready to chase Unaware of a sudden blase! '' It's not that I don't want to fly in the dr...

The more you wait; the more it gets late The more expect; the more it hurts you exact The more you try to make; the more situations tend to break The more you find reasons; the more you get in confusion The more you try to show; the more you get outshone The more you have; the more things you have to loose The more you dare; the more you bear But The more you share; the more you cheer The more you love; the more you be loved The more you try; the more things come by The more imagine; the more your thoughts be designed  The more you believe within; the more stronger even the fate tries to make you win The more challenges you accept; the more opportunities your way precept The more you be true; the more you be You! P.S. - I wrote this as a fun scribble but soon realized worth to share with you all. I would love to read yours ''the more...''

Post Written for the Romantic Friday Writers Challenge- 27  It was about couple of days before they were together embracing each-other with belief .For when, they stayed together no matter what's the day and night. They were friends since their childhood. How does the time flied they never realized .At tender age, words never mean a lot to her but very soon she come to know, words are the reflection of heart and feelings so every word was encountered by her now even after knowing his humorous nature she couldn't tolerate his bantering because she started loving him and he accommodated a special place in her fragile heart. She thought to let this reality within her and to let him read her eyes flowing love with every glimpse. But a little misunderstanding that bubble love diffused. Those few words spoken in few seconds broke a relationship continuing since their childhood. There has been not a single day that they stayed away from...