The salutations begin a letter, and the writer signs off at the end.
A lovely tale amid the two…..
Perhaps a piece of someone’s heart, an apology, suffering, or a memory
You pour your heart and soul into a sheet of paper
The experience of getting to know and unknowing someone is no different….
It all begins with a greeting when you meet someone new.
In a matter of days, greetings are forgotten.
Then comes life’s drama, which is meticulously designed to take you on a roller coaster ride.
Two strangers embark on a trip together, sharing joyful and painful memories…
A firm believer of speaking
Saying what matters you the most
Before the right moment, the right time is gone
Will words ever be enough to express something so deep?
Something which marks your existence?
Which makes you who you are?
After everything said and done….still remains somethings unsaid, undone…
The unsaid is as mystifying as said
The unsaid now looks more meaningful
Words once said, loose their power
Makes you less vulnerable
It reminds you, what you stand for
To let go…
Silently and to embrace
what is left after the said…
You and the unsaid…
Today read a tweet by a renowned actor, “ One thought that broke most of the dreams — what will people say?”
Being a narcissist some times, my first reaction was, no, no, I don’t live my life by this rule. But this one line didn’t leave me there. I kept introspecting on it. Do I really don’t abide by this idea? Or am I being a little ignorant of my wrongs?
Actually, the answer to both the questions is “No”. I abide by this idea and I could recognise it, so I am not being ignorant either. In fact…
As Gibran Khalil describes in his poem
Do not love half lovers
Do not entertain half friends
Do not indulge in works of the half talented
Do not live half a life
and do not die a half death
All of us had been living half
Do you remember a time,
when you were complete in that moment?
When you were all in or all out?
When there was no in between?
Just full you
Even the smallest of things that we do, we do them half
Even the things that we are doing…
Yesterday, a dear friend narrated
losing a childhood friend to corona
and he was so shattered
I wanted to console him
but being someone, who has never felt such loss before
I was short of words
How do we console someone who lost a dear one?
What do we say to them, that help keep their sane?
How can we make them feel taken care of?
Or do we let them feel the pain in that moment?
To go through the experience and grow through it!
I felt his pain deeply
but all I could do was listen and pray
Love… billions of us exist on this planet
with billions of definitions of Love
Here, a sneak peek into my definition of love
My master told me,
“Love is your very nature” __Sri Sri
and I wondered, then why I feel it more sometimes and not all times!
Then happens — First Love
To me it is not any fantasy
To me it is not an object of attachment
To me it is not just a passing by feeling
To me it is a responsibility
Responsibility to care, to look after, to nourish
To listen, to learn, to share and…
Before going in the lap of sleep….
Heard “The Voice”
The voice called Self…. the voice unheard…. the voice sometimes dancing with joy
And other times, veiled with grief
The voice so true
Yet so unbelievable, yet so superficial
Before going in the lap of sleep….
I talked to “The Voice”
The voice asked
And left me with no answer
I replied, “nothing”
The voice said
But you know, “What if?”
And I knew, no answer to What if?
There is no space for What if?
The Voice then asked
Why do you ponder so much on what if?
And tonight in the lap of sleep….
Me and you will wonder, why we lived all our lives on what if!!
And what if, there is no what if?
Won’t we live in every moment?
Won’t we celebrate “the voice” within?
Living one day at a time… Antevasi. Architect. Urban Planner. Amateur Painter. Avid Reader. New at writing.