tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62551536317692034952024-03-04T21:33:05.455-08:00Kavyakankshini...bewitching words spun with spindles of thought and quicksilver yarn...bewitching words spun with spindles of thought and quicksilver yarn...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-13011287142976620172017-11-23T13:55:00.004-08:002017-11-23T13:55:59.122-08:00Fear of small...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
'His cold dark eyes<br />
Gnaw at my soul<br />
He follows me<br />
Everywhere<br />
He gnaws at my very footsteps<br />
To me he seems a cute ball of fur<br />
No...he is an evil incarnate<br />
I would like to see him shot<br />
Between his eyes and thrown<br />
on my barbecue grill...'<br />
Her silken, pained, violent thought<br />
Scared me more than<br />
she ever will be of<br />
that raccoon...<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-9097145372859136552016-07-29T22:24:00.000-07:002016-07-29T22:24:04.528-07:00Ink's song<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Part of me was always fluid<o:p></o:p></div>
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Blue and truly flowing<o:p></o:p></div>
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Part of me was always vivid<o:p></o:p></div>
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Copious and bottled<o:p></o:p></div>
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Part of me was always damp<o:p></o:p></div>
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Dark and brooding<o:p></o:p></div>
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Part of me was always mottled<o:p></o:p></div>
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Musty yet powerful<o:p></o:p></div>
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Part of me was dry drab<o:p></o:p></div>
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Dragging around words<o:p></o:p></div>
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Part of me was always sitting<o:p></o:p></div>
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On the nib of pointy uncertainties<o:p></o:p></div>
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And then fine day, sprung forth a thought<o:p></o:p></div>
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Interlacing my being around her<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tugging at my anxious corners<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cajoling me out of dried out emotions<o:p></o:p></div>
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Bursting forth in a fecund spring<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nourishing nurturing the wells within<o:p></o:p></div>
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Oh what joy to dance along<o:p></o:p></div>
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To be in a writer’s pen <o:p></o:p></div>
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To be the fine blue ink in her happy song!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-13492744757534925542014-11-26T18:47:00.000-08:002014-11-26T18:48:51.149-08:00Passion like fireflies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Passion like fireflies<br />
Flitting here n there<br />
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Just on and off<br />
Passion graceful as ever<br />
As deer in the valley<br />
Darting forth with quivering anxiety<br />
Eager to touch the tenderness yonder<br />
The night aglow with melting warmth of our beings<br />
The night cold as the pulse of the moon<br />
The night full of pure melding joy<br />
Two glowing lovers<br />
Tender by the touch, aglow with passion<br />
Meeting, mating in the deep forests of desire...<br />
Fireflies resting at dawn...<br />
All faint dreamy and still glowing...<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-6639667511034831372014-06-24T13:13:00.002-07:002014-06-24T13:13:58.151-07:00Sphinx<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
On the dark stony rock of solitude<br />
I want to carve out a headless sphinx<br />
Sheer dormant power<br />
Wings etched in stone<br />
Waiting to take off to an unknown<br />
where its sightless eyes cannot see<br />
Dust, air, rain<br />
Tears, sweat, pain<br />
Nothing affects him<br />
The headless mammoth sphinx<br />
Drawn out and frozen claws<br />
Scratched on the wasted land<br />
There he stands in<br />
All majestic headless<br />
Magical glory....</div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-54689408385615331772013-10-08T12:31:00.002-07:002013-10-08T12:31:36.707-07:00Each leaf falls out slowly...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sitting by the stream<br />
Silent ripples caressing our reflections<br />
Tall and stoic<br />
The trees stand<br />
Aglow with the autumn sun<br />
They hold a mirror to my soul<br />
My greenish inner child<br />
to my yellow mellow woman<br />
My passionate red<br />
to my faint pink glow<br />
My glistening golden<br />
to color my dreams<br />
My courageous orange<br />
to my carefree ochre<br />
My deepest purple<br />
to my faint green murmur<br />
Wise are the trees<br />
the passing colors they hold<br />
'Cause they are to drop all emotions, colors and coats<br />
to nakedly embrace cold<br />
Soak in its tormenting glory<br />
and revel in the knowing<br />
The precious lives those which<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-63159329975534883332013-07-23T18:37:00.002-07:002013-07-23T18:37:37.143-07:00Take on Thirty<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Am I at crossroads or at a threshold? Am I at the crossroads
of settled adult life and youthful ignorance? Or am I at the threshold crossing
over from naïve optimism to real life disillusion or is it wisdom?</div>
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Turning 30 is impactful, glorious and of course very
significant for me, not because it’s a fine even number, but an age which I
never thought I shall live to see…I had never planned for life beyond 29 but I
survived childbirth! I never foresaw
myself ever turning 30, never imagined I could ever anchor myself or commit to
a settled life, my innate restlessness reined my thoughts about life beyond the
20’s as they say…the exuberance of youth, the mirth of rootless living and
non-commitment fuelled my desire to live out life as fully as possible before
turning 30. All vices and virtues that meet people through their lifetime, I
had visited them all before I ended my 20’s I even ended up experiencing the
throes of spirituality. Tried solving the rubic of self-identity and
self-existence to no particular end, but rested on the edge of knowledge that I
tried. Tried shunning the “i” never quite clearly managed. The high of self
love did not wane even in the face of becoming a mother, never quite absolved
completely of self love, I have had my own struggles with the existence of
another person in my life, who “according to societal expectation” deserved
selfless love…I have had an uneasy feeling about loving someone completely, in
spite of myself, still do..my identity is shaping up, has its own destined
shape and future, is a belief I would still like to carry on till my next
decade at least..So abandoning the love of shaping the self or not glorifying
it would be akin infidelity for me.</div>
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At this age, I am surprised by my rapid drainage of
sensitivity, at my apathy and my shocking inaction towards the on goings around
me. My rapid disbelief in my own dreams and ambitions sometimes shocks me,
sometimes am almost deaf to some of my dying enthusiasm…</div>
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If this is coming of age, if this is growing old, if
material collections matter the most, and if all other thinking than that about
your investments is mere intellectual masturbation, I really don’t know if am
aging gracefully enough… The wise are full of doubts, are my doubts strong
enough to make me qualify for wisdom?</div>
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At 25 I thought I set out to conquer all things worth
conquering, is now the fire dying out, was it a mere vanity associated with
youth that spoke through me or was it really something more powerful?</div>
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Not melding into conventional mindset by a certain age certainly
means peer isolation, with settled job holders, or content housewives clubs
burgeoning around me, I feel a pariah in both these places…turning 30 is more
crushing than enlightening, turning 30 is not really out of the world, with the
average life expectancy climbing steadily world over, what is alarming is, is
someone counting, the average life expectancy of dreams of youth? Or am I the
only one with a fishing line baited with the moon? </div>
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I shudder at my questions, I shudder at my naïveté and for
once I do not have a plan for myself for the next decade…do not know if it’s
good bad or just merely nothing.. </div>
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But yes I have a lot to look behind and cheer myself for, I
have really lived one hell of decade, the last one, skirted in gay abandon,
visited places which I dreamed of and more, paid a price for the vagabond in me
and never live to regret it. Loved people, places, desires, vices and virtues,
experimented with self on a level bordering dangerous but lived to tell the
tale.</div>
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Wrapped myself up in silence and talked long enough to bore
people to death. Written so much that I can fill up a cupboard with my
writings, read as much to fill a room with books, to its brim, dressed in so
many myriad ways, people might think I am an undercover spy! Fallen so many
times and rebuilt myself completely but retained my core…</div>
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My next decade aspirations have some serious competition
from those of my daughter but am sure I have a lot to learn and look forward
to…it’s good to be in self doubt at times, is what I have understood from the
times I have lived..And it’s also good for the soul to remain restless is what
I have chosen to believe. So as I turn 30 without really dying… I am sure I
shall live it up as I always have! And when I waver I am sure there will be
flowers, coffee, sinfully dark chocolate, smell of monsoons, books and newness
to egg me on!</div>
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And of course there shall always course poetry through my
being, and Rilke, Shel and Grace shall always regale and inspire and my
daughter will get their words instead of lullabies forever!</div>
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So I guess it won’t really matter much that I finally am
about to enter a realm beyond my imagination, as long as I am dressed in
leather boots, biker jacket and oodles of confidence!</div>
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Am still hitching my wagon to the stars or supernovas or the
moon! We’ll see!</div>
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Or maybe just writing another blog post with another
perspective another 5 years from now!</div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-68184952930725990362011-05-27T06:22:00.000-07:002011-05-27T06:31:56.382-07:00Outside my window<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsBHebGwdAYW8e6sxKwML7TeE5KVGhRYzAwIYhNtsbr2N9wUpiDxfswoEI3kNIQeLDedtf99MBj6wbjNmuQczGnIBQfLpQWTDXoCtaSUaVhBOI8r8lyQisimi4Lhgr21d3B7ZO9YBC7yY/s1600/window.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611387424307703938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsBHebGwdAYW8e6sxKwML7TeE5KVGhRYzAwIYhNtsbr2N9wUpiDxfswoEI3kNIQeLDedtf99MBj6wbjNmuQczGnIBQfLpQWTDXoCtaSUaVhBOI8r8lyQisimi4Lhgr21d3B7ZO9YBC7yY/s320/window.jpg" /></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsfh0ylk8c6LHXnfpK75dr4bRLeD-f5-hyhfntSwT49MUvJ-PqVuekkoEdPM1d3mRqtg4F0Til7SWzVa81Gd2ANAfoBvvVndnS3yM_gCqEjZbcgLc9NKkoIKzyXg8eZPVqqHF58U1Npdw/s1600/window2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611386696988111362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsfh0ylk8c6LHXnfpK75dr4bRLeD-f5-hyhfntSwT49MUvJ-PqVuekkoEdPM1d3mRqtg4F0Til7SWzVa81Gd2ANAfoBvvVndnS3yM_gCqEjZbcgLc9NKkoIKzyXg8eZPVqqHF58U1Npdw/s320/window2.jpg" /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a><br /><br />Outside my window is a mountain, a tree and three chirpy birds<br />Outside your window is a mountain, a tree and three tall buildings<br />Outside my window is the breeze flowing in<br />Outside your window is the smoke fuming out<br />Outside my window the mountain is green<br />Outside your window the mountain is hallowed grey<br />Outside my window is so much peace<br />Outside your window is just a sky piece<br />Outside my window i sent kisses your way<br />Your closed window kept them at bay!<br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-78564930494124510892011-05-17T02:40:00.000-07:002011-05-17T03:38:30.204-07:00Maid and meditation<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Q9vGiNOAqIAk2WNQyGY8KoYKgYaLZLJetkp_kjHsnVtQWMrp2j0xbPB9x8-y326HB601nPvRU6GtEE-RBmpBzzadFGAPXg9dsPt4dWhZOVin5KYzC9EgeYYguukSdlC53Axg2G-7jHk/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Q9vGiNOAqIAk2WNQyGY8KoYKgYaLZLJetkp_kjHsnVtQWMrp2j0xbPB9x8-y326HB601nPvRU6GtEE-RBmpBzzadFGAPXg9dsPt4dWhZOVin5KYzC9EgeYYguukSdlC53Axg2G-7jHk/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607632465464789602" /></a><br /><br />Being a metro woman, I have come to understand the importance of a maid over a period of time!<br />She is that goddess whom you better keep pleased in order to run your household hassle free!<br />After having a maid for over a year or so, you tend to take her and her work for granted, just ambling around while she slogs away… well it’s supposed to be like this, isn’t it?<br />Well then comes a day when she skips work! Once, twice it’s fine, human almost but then came this one day when she says she is on leave for 2 days! Two whole days of housework and cooking is a bit too much in an already crammed metro schedule!<br />I swiftly apply for a leave, cannot help but do that! A maid absent is crisis in a sense, worthy of one precious CL! All ya ladies you totally know what I mean, right?<br />Now on another track, am dabbling with metaphysics and meditation et al! All my calmness developed over a period of 2 years suddenly seems to evaporate in the face of this mini-crisis!<br />I was reading this wonderful book “the sun my heart” by Thich Nhat Hanh and in that book he has written a wonderful piece which talks about doing daily chores! In complete awareness, in complete peace and joy!<br />I totally loved the concept, reading further, he mentions that washing utensils is almost a meditative process, it’s not just the soiled bowl that you are washing, and it has to give you as much joy as bathing the Baby Buddha! I was just admiring the concept while I read it!<br />And the very next day my maid was gracious enough to take a two day leave and leave me with a tubful of soiled bowls n plates…ok baby buddhas! <br />I actually carefully pushed back my lovely satin night dress sleeves and began washing the utensils…suddenly I recalled the reading! And I said let me give it a try! Let me really imagine these soiled bowls as baby Buddhas…<br />Trust me my hands suddenly slowed down! All cynicism and ill will and grudge towards the maid or rather her absence just dissolved! Each bowl seemed to have its own personality, a finer nuance and different edge. Many a memory of the pleasant meal came to the fore, the bits of chicken n mushroom rice, bowl with golden threads from the mango juice we had last night, filaments of onion from the French onion soup all brought back such nice warm feelings! All the compliments got from Hubby dear and all those approving nods from my father-in-law! Those smiles and discussions at the dinner table! How much does a soiled plate contain! And then I realized, every day a new memory, every day a new taste, we create, we consume and we clean! Now if a bowl is used a thousand times, it’s like the human body caught in the web of karma, we are born, we have our karma, we die and again we are born! And it flashed upon my mind in a moment of peace, what exactly the venerable monk must have meant when he said washing bowls can be as joyous as bathing a Baby Buddha!<br />Buddha walked through this journey of life escaped the clutches of karma and rebirth. If we recall him during mundane chores, we can amply realize the beauty of this life, the impermanence of things and yet their riveting maze!<br />The lukewarm soap suds and the gurgling water seemed to approve of my newly learnt philosophy lesson! They merrily played around my fingers…I smiled a knowing smile and put back the last plate I cleaned. With a different and calm feeling I went on with other chores, thanking my maid in the mind for giving me a chance to look at a mundane activity such as washing utensils, in such different light!<br />And wait; there is yet an end to this metro story! Guess what, after drying my hands I just saw a couple of missed calls on my phone…thinking it must be related to work, but no, it was from my maid! She had called up to say that she was not going to take the leave and wanted to come a bit late! Just because I hadn’t answered her call, she took the day off!<br />Trust me such times, an amateur peace seeker like me, is so tempted to lose all calm and yell!!! Breathe right in and breathe out slowly!!!!<br />Such is the story of the maid and meditation!<div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-53580522395729653352010-09-22T03:28:00.001-07:002010-09-22T04:04:28.974-07:00Poetry in paper...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpuu3canqPwcqesEJzWaKe_dU6ViKTaOJ3nqI0ltuMGWcOF95Psv5gVyVK1qNK-Xgvs6tNdieiEtwny7P9V6u2wtDpqt9-r6PtojBQ2GhfPWMbb2kJ9gi_sGnNNG4kxeQGIV9RHAG7P_g/s1600/P1415%5B01%5D_21-07-10.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjojOGqKa8eGepGfvFYrJXy4ylboGZvBDzXA45uinwG7tL_1J0EjR71l4ZMENxg4irSl0BmCeq6-7d7dY6r1ODXv2UHQKiCchPYdaPZD7HIaZXU8t5ft-tSekeO-ETFXMtQb_xO1rSH8k8/s1600/IMG_8339.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqEv46tL8e8DCU_PN4DahhhyphenhyphenmDWKHFO4O-JqIZsSNgAFonsXOe7rqHphF7FjhciWRVarnR_uu-aC38VA8QI9ZTHqqgSFWscId4r5_k5ATbCNpNOC7VaX1d5U-iRNORzUrmNcWasz4V1Ec/s1600/IMG_8334.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_RghrEVoogDdr4ksAlsM0FfEnT8y0ivkH7pAzSRDwbUzIYpoIdq0vD_Kwl7WjOJ7OKm4Ki4rfA0QCgM8z1rhjYrjOxlYW6AQRaIOs3PLQrIkEvDPL45UAOhoL1v_-p0Ilj4L3wsHuYjk/s1600/IMG_8331.jpg"></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNgFapNVb-6gTUrVaANu4FDOs5UpmmN5wfc6Hqci7yvld2Sz-nGOWfVZLwAvI5ztgBqedSNqqgei_6SkeDSyXwI07aN4PQ3CcIZZert_0gaQneqDobiIL4jurZeSCO8aESqt0EDOpeC-I/s1600/IMG_8335.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5N0SdRC-s6nGTiwn92xJxZ6UJLEODBt9r40WyDB-3yvbjzsvU-LcYM9qs80I5qzW0dS7mJfBFoUVmZHSrrXu4Ct37_QNqCesGSIsgjpp2r67q9Dy_pxrPvhO_m1itBTESiKsT3B8FsxQ/s1600/IMG_8336.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCsu_cktS23qWF2Uq7lSoU4Tq-c5ak61KqUkwmP3s13FhcO7ikeVXJs6BWfHKNw8T5bGv2cabMJXQ1RYwIkpdRGG7li092nvwbEgVWDsdFPVHDGVsm_Ju09rQmB6YlyCxy-4W1hvLx7YY/s1600/IMG_8328.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRrcgts08tkDcfrqasyUSafazgf-2L_YHkOGhsrHLuhy9Ktzz5CfHeYFlNmkCrD7SYSF01BPXtg1FYXW9WL9emk1sIflLU8Z-LGcmSrvIXRCbzJ_LrI8KLD1MOoraA2edQPz1BrxFRWFs/s1600/DSC00028.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNnvTGx5fHg8EWnUfGVER4ew9JGLYlx8oK8kjhIywOjBuVODwmXxPXdEXb-5qtbGc_LIWKW-Tl5vnXzvX4nlkPy6gnI4b8d3OroO6E_ahA1Kth9s1Am0O46BKMM6JGPTbr8PCfilpDsqo/s1600/DSC00027.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_yuQrA0QQDqnvYz2rcN6tNf5yBw8CeA7Wj0o6Ekk8gzYxTLawRSQiHIRc3sCi5xYG1SWwLSNpKfu1-G-tYcO9Yl3RPFccCF_kHpXLXYoe-57XwbUl6eCodlD7ueKlO2iVZ-oxmrZuOM/s1600/DSC00026.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglBNuFEBG2TEmA2psagomGDG4tb-qpAej2-sTupOXek5e16DB5akvMIxTb86_hGR2fAOUp_dNdzvUmzvFoKlyjbv90RsTqMSk4WGQMPaLaryxxLFONm2nVktgW_95Zm2StrjpbE6fyh4k/s1600/P0641%5B01%5D_09-09-10.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglBNuFEBG2TEmA2psagomGDG4tb-qpAej2-sTupOXek5e16DB5akvMIxTb86_hGR2fAOUp_dNdzvUmzvFoKlyjbv90RsTqMSk4WGQMPaLaryxxLFONm2nVktgW_95Zm2StrjpbE6fyh4k/s320/P0641%5B01%5D_09-09-10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519685358689822770" /></a><br />After playing around with words for a long time, the curves and poetry of a simple piece of paper enticed me...it's been a year now and i am definitely hooked! A simple piece of paper which held my poems and paintings, itself became a piece of poetry and painting together! at one time! That is the magic of paper quilling....The simple art of folding and twirling strips of paper has really caught hold of me...i thought for quite a while whether this hobby of mine deserves a special blog for itself or my poetry blog should be fine with a new post... finally thought that this is poetry in action, poetry of paper... so it definitely should be here...<div>I have put in all my attempts at quilling over here...hope you enjoy them all!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_yuQrA0QQDqnvYz2rcN6tNf5yBw8CeA7Wj0o6Ekk8gzYxTLawRSQiHIRc3sCi5xYG1SWwLSNpKfu1-G-tYcO9Yl3RPFccCF_kHpXLXYoe-57XwbUl6eCodlD7ueKlO2iVZ-oxmrZuOM/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519686049676048482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">This was one of my very first attempts at quilling...of course the finish is lil bit tacky...but it was fun trying it out!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNnvTGx5fHg8EWnUfGVER4ew9JGLYlx8oK8kjhIywOjBuVODwmXxPXdEXb-5qtbGc_LIWKW-Tl5vnXzvX4nlkPy6gnI4b8d3OroO6E_ahA1Kth9s1Am0O46BKMM6JGPTbr8PCfilpDsqo/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519686544583280066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">After this began the journey of paper strips and all possibilities of using them in innovative ways!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">The first attempt served as a decoration for Ganpati festival last year!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Have a look!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRrcgts08tkDcfrqasyUSafazgf-2L_YHkOGhsrHLuhy9Ktzz5CfHeYFlNmkCrD7SYSF01BPXtg1FYXW9WL9emk1sIflLU8Z-LGcmSrvIXRCbzJ_LrI8KLD1MOoraA2edQPz1BrxFRWFs/s320/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519687130969210802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Then i moved on to greeting cards...that was one more place, where people loved my new art...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCsu_cktS23qWF2Uq7lSoU4Tq-c5ak61KqUkwmP3s13FhcO7ikeVXJs6BWfHKNw8T5bGv2cabMJXQ1RYwIkpdRGG7li092nvwbEgVWDsdFPVHDGVsm_Ju09rQmB6YlyCxy-4W1hvLx7YY/s320/IMG_8328.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519687819700497154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">This was a Valentine Day card for my hubby dear!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5N0SdRC-s6nGTiwn92xJxZ6UJLEODBt9r40WyDB-3yvbjzsvU-LcYM9qs80I5qzW0dS7mJfBFoUVmZHSrrXu4Ct37_QNqCesGSIsgjpp2r67q9Dy_pxrPvhO_m1itBTESiKsT3B8FsxQ/s320/IMG_8336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519688219378220498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Then there was this other one which belongs to one of my early attempts at quilling...</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNgFapNVb-6gTUrVaANu4FDOs5UpmmN5wfc6Hqci7yvld2Sz-nGOWfVZLwAvI5ztgBqedSNqqgei_6SkeDSyXwI07aN4PQ3CcIZZert_0gaQneqDobiIL4jurZeSCO8aESqt0EDOpeC-I/s320/IMG_8335.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519688550350088386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Then there is one more card in which i used wax crayons and then quilled to get the highlight effect...it turned out kinda quirky...</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_RghrEVoogDdr4ksAlsM0FfEnT8y0ivkH7pAzSRDwbUzIYpoIdq0vD_Kwl7WjOJ7OKm4Ki4rfA0QCgM8z1rhjYrjOxlYW6AQRaIOs3PLQrIkEvDPL45UAOhoL1v_-p0Ilj4L3wsHuYjk/s320/IMG_8331.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519689359997483122" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqEv46tL8e8DCU_PN4DahhhyphenhyphenmDWKHFO4O-JqIZsSNgAFonsXOe7rqHphF7FjhciWRVarnR_uu-aC38VA8QI9ZTHqqgSFWscId4r5_k5ATbCNpNOC7VaX1d5U-iRNORzUrmNcWasz4V1Ec/s320/IMG_8334.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519689649567940594" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; 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"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Its kinda fun experimenting with other mediums and then coming back to quilling as an add-on!</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">Once done with the greeting cards i moved on to cutting and quilling...its kinda fun too!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">Check it out!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjojOGqKa8eGepGfvFYrJXy4ylboGZvBDzXA45uinwG7tL_1J0EjR71l4ZMENxg4irSl0BmCeq6-7d7dY6r1ODXv2UHQKiCchPYdaPZD7HIaZXU8t5ft-tSekeO-ETFXMtQb_xO1rSH8k8/s320/IMG_8339.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519690306576714354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Well isn't it cute and whacky! well and its not really an incomplete one...it says I luv...and the rest is quilled...yes it says I LUV Quilling! :))</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Then i went on to quill a few frames for myself and a gifted a few to friends...here is one example of that quilled frame...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpuu3canqPwcqesEJzWaKe_dU6ViKTaOJ3nqI0ltuMGWcOF95Psv5gVyVK1qNK-Xgvs6tNdieiEtwny7P9V6u2wtDpqt9-r6PtojBQ2GhfPWMbb2kJ9gi_sGnNNG4kxeQGIV9RHAG7P_g/s320/P1415%5B01%5D_21-07-10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519691587463120338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">Isn't it all very exciting and poetic! hope you enjoyed this paper poetry!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">Till the next time...i shall be back with some more exciting paper poetry and real poetry as well!!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-41654138832323399832010-04-23T00:58:00.002-07:002010-04-23T00:59:30.768-07:00Day and nightAs the flame of the night<br />Flickers and dies<br />A steady glow spreads<br />Permeating through the horizon<br />Filling each crevice and crack<br />With that molten golden liquid<br />Of the day!<br />When the earth’s bowl<br />Is full with this honeyed golden fluid<br />Ripples of events<br />Dance across the surface<br />And ebb on the shores of uncertainty<br />Stay there till the lamp of the night<br />Casts its luminous glow<div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-25109953918193433642010-04-23T00:58:00.001-07:002010-04-23T00:58:49.466-07:00PainThe pain is still green<br />The pain of her loss<br />Green at the edges<br />And greener at the stem<br />Slowly unfurling<br />Curled up memories<br />Pushing through buds of agony<br />Tendrils of her touch<br />Are still quivering<br />Glistening leaflets<br />Wet with dew of tears<br />Rooted firmly in the dark moist soil<br />Of life<div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-5013421342665779962010-04-23T00:46:00.000-07:002010-04-23T23:18:20.742-07:00The Maestro and his Bride<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffeI8ez4BRjSBocXLmRV66qGNjSComXp1sWJW9hUITV8PS4GIsysgc2816qpTTBeNctFiU8Qav5kYVcw1hzXDR2p4FT5rGSOQakiThibrWUWHT4Q2z773oG-jk5TfdrlpAthMcJBgYMA/s1600/10222_155372720585_596260585_4022650_2257075_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463584229580164626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffeI8ez4BRjSBocXLmRV66qGNjSComXp1sWJW9hUITV8PS4GIsysgc2816qpTTBeNctFiU8Qav5kYVcw1hzXDR2p4FT5rGSOQakiThibrWUWHT4Q2z773oG-jk5TfdrlpAthMcJBgYMA/s320/10222_155372720585_596260585_4022650_2257075_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Through the fertile valley<br />Through the mighty mountains<a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4022648&id=596260585"></a><br />Across the galloping river<br />Through the venerable pines<br />Reverberates your music<br />The dance of your strings<br />Each tiny strum<br />Brings the Sun closer<br />To the lips of eager mountains<br />Each flicker of peace<br />Makes the stars bloom with radiance<br />Every sound carves<br />An intricate pattern on the soul<br />Waves of awareness<br />Raise the being<br />Dust sparkles around you<br />Forms a silver halo<br />The cedar of your instrument<br />Is filled with content<br />As the evening parts<br />The night ushers in...<br />Your eternal bride</div><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p>*Photo courtesy: Vikrant Chauhan</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-64107367066574592362010-04-23T00:44:00.000-07:002010-04-23T00:46:28.745-07:00When mother braided hair...A comb of memories<br />Runs across tresses of lifetimes<br />Tears oil them well...<br />Nourish them...<br />Remember those deft strokes<br />Unlocking each strand<br />Undoing each knot<br />Slowly you laboured<br />Daily, a ritual<br />A dance of your hands<br />As they deftly parted<br />And halved for once<br />Your hands run<br />To braid each part<br />Interlocking lives<br />Securing tender moments<br />One cross at a time<br />Criss cross cross criss<br />Your pleats grew<br />Out came a dainty ribbon to adorn<br />That thick braid<br />And secure it tightly<br />To last till eternity<div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-84162528752004709712010-01-19T23:06:00.000-08:002010-01-19T23:10:42.160-08:00New beginings....It’s been a long while since I really exercised my rainbow cells (creative grey cells) and my fingers to produce something nice! Life has been moving at an eclectic pace! Falling in love had been common almost! Honestly! But Rising up to meet the love of my life has been once in a lifetime experience!<br />So many changes and so many stories of changes, full of subtexts and subplots! Well not getting into changes per say! Just the kind of feeling you keep getting that something is changing and in a manner so decisive, gentle and yet so powerful! It seems more like some animation clip in slow motion, unfurling of the mind, blooming of a flower and rise of a star…it’s more like it I think…<br />I have met different flavors of life, different people and have been close with many as well, more like trying out and enjoying different cuisines of the world! But then I always found something missing in each…today I realize that the missing flavor was of salt! Yes to find the salt of my life was vital…it shall keep me alive longer…its indispensible and so unassuming yet so very essential!<br />Life still poses challenges, I still anticipate changes in me and my surroundings with same eagerness I cannot really define, but then beyond all that the core of the mind is now at peace, peace of having found peace, the other significant half and peace that there did exist one such half!<br />It’s lovely to know someone loves you and the works, but it is really lovely to sense that someone is also getting a feeling of being complete when you are around! Where it’s beyond mere give and take, where each encourages the other to take and gently nudges to give…and to do so effortlessly…the beauty lies there, in effortlessness…<br />Essays on and about love can be many but then capturing the ethos, the essence of that wonderful primal feeling is what matters. I; for once am not competing or struggling to capture the feeling in words. I have learnt that the beauty lies not in possessing but in empowering, fuelling a stellar existence of the other! Complementing than competing and overlapping than stamping out! Existences and their harmonies, the beauty of that harmony now seems so pellucid! The search ends here; I can sit here for ages to listen to the melody created by this harmony, this universal, all consuming harmony.<br />This piece of text neither seems creative nor effective in portraying what I really wish to say… But then the unsaid bespeaks volumes through the same text…<br />This is just a mere drop in the ocean of silence around me…am loving and living in silences which speak so much for me that its almost meditative and healing to nurture silence after knowing, learning to speak so many languages and so many times over playing with words and chords of the heart of so many around me….<br />Now with some clarity and authority I may state that the constant progression towards achieving that one vital link in life ends for me…now on a different take at life and love…<div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-82614749655919365492009-06-21T12:16:00.000-07:002009-06-21T12:19:08.257-07:00few questions...You drive down the same road...everyday...<div>Does my absence come along?</div><div>You hear those haunting tunes...</div><div>Does my lyric come along?</div><div>You traverse familiar contours...</div><div>Does my shiver come along?</div><div>You live in bright realities....</div><div>Does my dreamy shadow tag along???</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-60855859887812966302009-06-21T12:13:00.000-07:002009-06-21T12:16:08.026-07:00bloomAs the night burns away,<div>Ashes of dreams start falling...</div><div>Aroma of unfulfilled promises starts spreading...</div><div>The window pane shatters,</div><div>Fragments of me must prick your gloom,</div><div>A rainy night,</div><div>My pain is in full bloom...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-28100510178901242712009-06-21T12:10:00.000-07:002009-06-21T12:13:18.855-07:00Wet blue darknessYour fragrance is melting in this wet blue darkness,<div>My being touches your memory,</div><div>A sliver of mercury slips by,</div><div>And darkness wilts forever...</div><div>Blooms forth a tear,</div><div>With your name,</div><div>Hold the inkpot steady,</div><div>Least it spills the last drop of emotion,</div><div>Leaving my song empty,</div><div>Without a haunting end...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-86939820789101294002009-06-17T05:33:00.000-07:002009-06-17T05:36:07.609-07:00Dusty crossroads<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRyDS6lKuZvYlf5UMiMxh1hPRU-JrpUVVYb2XGD0bmhs6yJHMf9kmEzySPKmOBpYNmM0atOdUzuRgml-3t9b3D0CAZasHOzmbHPBYa0PLsMA1lFkzfDr5d2c1h6P5lhNE9Lc6AJoMt7zs/s1600-h/images+(1).jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRyDS6lKuZvYlf5UMiMxh1hPRU-JrpUVVYb2XGD0bmhs6yJHMf9kmEzySPKmOBpYNmM0atOdUzuRgml-3t9b3D0CAZasHOzmbHPBYa0PLsMA1lFkzfDr5d2c1h6P5lhNE9Lc6AJoMt7zs/s320/images+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348274303368299970" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Her faint steps on the heated asaphalt</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Her missing anklet and cracked heels</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yet she dances in gay abandon…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Whose Radha is she?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">What does her Kanha do?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Her innocence is her jewel?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Or some bait hanging for men?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She dances to her own lilting tune…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Did you notice the half lyrics?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Who taught them?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Where are her dreams?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Does she dream of indifference?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Lustful eyes?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Or just pennies?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">What is the quest of her being?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Will she ever read the poem of her life?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Or <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>will it <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>always remain a half lyric world for her?</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-69583848659631743792009-06-10T06:01:00.001-07:002009-06-10T06:01:39.256-07:00Her tears...<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">I think I shall write<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">About her tears <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Honest real tears<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Salty acrid and burning<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Burning with pangs of seperation<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Guilt of betrayal<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">And burden of loyalty<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">She wore them well<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Like fine refulgent pearls<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Strung in pellucid thoughts<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Strained across her bosom<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Taut and real<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">She cried for love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">She cried for her love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">She cried…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">I was dazed<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">By her tears<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">By her love<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">And by her<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">What is the burden<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">That weighs her down<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Makes her cry<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">And yet she is at peace<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">How can tears bring peace?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">How can betrayal make you calm?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">And how can love liberate? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Crisscrossing questions<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Play of words<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Did I have anything else to offer?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">No soothing words<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">No hands to wipe her tears<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">No love to match hers<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Will you cry for me someday?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Did you do that once for me?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Will there be a poem of our seperation<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Will there be words to describe <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Our love?<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-40844976862152402532009-06-10T05:49:00.000-07:002009-06-10T05:50:23.715-07:00breaking free<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">That brute force<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Those moments shortly before breaking free<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Those ramshackles strained..<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">That last metal giving away…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">The gory and heavy memories<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">They captured me for long<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Your every touch had turned lead<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Boring through my being<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Every poem froze in my eyes<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">And choked me from within<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">I knew you were right<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">You made me feel wrong<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">You left swiftly<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">I dragged along…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Love was always the only way<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Commitment was your stay<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">I was free<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">And you were bound<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Solace in each other<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">I now wonder<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">How we found..<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">I have survived<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">Your venomous seperation<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">And I am not at all regretting…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:black">The realization that my deeds are blasphemous,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:10.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif";color:black"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>by itself was emancipating….</span></span><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%">I <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-72942132891336464382009-04-27T00:55:00.000-07:002009-04-27T01:03:34.213-07:00MUMBAI: < SINGLE><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdqbHWnHE8CZ4MtnY58q5NP_XdE2GBjTOVgb7XdCoaJGhsIEZq65abS5vv8F_xCTDxulZ-5KQTBxS-eyng6UNnndhyphenhyphenVvH-92EWNqmmNk-wj6jR8a3EeDEgzL3moybusHg96ziQDVTkpj0/s1600-h/DSC01305.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329278522262952322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdqbHWnHE8CZ4MtnY58q5NP_XdE2GBjTOVgb7XdCoaJGhsIEZq65abS5vv8F_xCTDxulZ-5KQTBxS-eyng6UNnndhyphenhyphenVvH-92EWNqmmNk-wj6jR8a3EeDEgzL3moybusHg96ziQDVTkpj0/s320/DSC01305.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This city must have had lovers, haters and converts from both the earlier mentioned groups...well I for once am standing in a place where all these club’s doors surround me...the Mumbai lovers, the Mumbai haters and the haters turned lovers and lovers turned haters group...why do I say that! Well I come from a very strong inner faction of Mumbai haters..that faction which is based out of an uppity city like Pune!<br />Such blatant abuse of grammar and the vernacular language in particular, certainly rubs us the wrong way! I am still no different but now staying in Mumbai, the “apni gali mein sher” status is sorely missing!<br />The ultimate reality of Mumbai, I kept escaping it by literally fleeing Mumbai every weekend..till I decided to use the other approach that of fight than flight!<br />And voila, its almost as good as discovering a dream lover in the very same guy whom you thought was extremely repulsive at the first glance!<br />First date with Mumbai happened to please me beyond measure! And my! what extraaa efforts did this lover of mine take! A place replete with total madness, boho ruled the world there and arts and paintings and all things began and breathed Creativity in psychedelic pink or an intellectual shade of purple I think!<br />Kala Ghoda 2009 shall remain etched in memory forever! What a weekend was that! It not only touched but almost left an indelible mark on every facet of my being...me the crazy boho chic, me the painter, me the photographer, me the secret interior decorator, me the lil gal within, me the intellectual, me the socially aware citizen...me the youngistani and ultimately me!<br />But it so happened that I was getting edgy and not letting Mumbai my lover meet up with me again...i kept avoiding the next date for months on end...kept running to my good ol’Pune! Savoring home food, Vaishali and Roopali and Barista delights...listening and speaking chaste Marathi and loving my bike rides more than ever!!!<br />But they say a true lover goes out of his way to get you back on track! Mumbai did just that! A shopping spree in Kalba devi market, Gandhi market and there it was back to regaling me, enticing me with silks and chiffons and all things nice, nudging me gently to contribute to the economy....shopping never seemed such a tempting sin! Till it meant that I had lost my hard earned money to silks and vain chiffons and crepes of the highest order! Then the silken threads pulled me again..this time to the scented by lanes of Masjid Market....the bakhoors and nargis ittars swirling around me...i was slightly limp with the heavy scents... scents in Mumbai is this story and scents of Mumbai is another story...you get them all captured perfectly in the vial called “local compartment” one moment it’s the soothing mogra and suvarna champak and the other moment it’s the fresh and not so fresh prawns and some such variety of fish!!! And this comes back to back mind you! Till your nostrils are threatening a strike of sorts for overworking them!!!<br />Those now regular train rides to south Mumbai at the slightest excuse, those amblings on Marine drive and longing looks cast at the sea! Add some soul stirring music to the setting and you have a perfect recipe for the evening! This is how he makes it special for me...all the time! Mumbai the lover....<br />And then come crazy weekends when I am glued at home..within the confines of my apartment, the sun and the grime and sweat keep me in..he sneaks in and starts humming that crazy solitude tune in my mind...till I am driven crazy beyond repair...and regaining normalcy ensures its Monday already!!! This is how it is with us....<br />The Puneri porgi in me is irritated by such on the face advances of Mumbai, how uncouth! my sophistication mutters under its breath...but the unmindful soul continues wooing me out of my Pucca Puneri ways.....<br />And then comes a weekend like this...a ride to Juhu for a whim, eating roadside stuff to test the alertness of the white blood cell army in my systems...it turns out that the army ain’t that prepared...hehe but yeah it wins anyways...<br />And then comes the ultimate shopping spree..multi hued crazy footwear...lets forget the count..and this lover of mine hardly complains about it! Eggs me on to buy more so as to pump more money in his lean economy biceps...<br />Comes a flirty Sunday, he cajoles me out for an afternoon soirée. I go all the way to Goregaon and return within minutes of reaching the famed Mall there...why? Oh just like that!!! Did I tell, he got me come back through the soothing environs of Arey colony! Now that was sweet...<br />Finally the movie plan materializes and I get to relax a while with a neat coffee....I love this kind of solitude I say...he says..dudette am around...what solitude...<br />The movie plan works well! We watch the movie with a single ticket! Mumbai needs no ticket! He’s omnipresent....almost! in this part of the world!<br />And a stroll down the very crowded Andheri roads till a bevy of malls pulls me in, as iron filings to magnet...I stroll about and keep riding elevators and escalators till I reach a dreamland called Landmark! And then it’s all lost! I lose track of time till the kind staff there, suitably puts me and the lights out, in that order!!!<br />A crazy enough Arabic dinner followed by some brandy cookies and am already smartening under his hypnotic gaze...Mumbai my lover! Gallantly leading me out of the now deserted mall, into the Mumbai special mode of transport...spluttering and muttering, I reach home...with a smile permanently sewn on my lips...feeling lighter..erm that;s not me but my wallet...and nicer about another evening well spent with this lover of mine!!!<br />Did I ever complain of anything? Nah! This affair is certainly turning out an affair to remember!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-81721951835814421792009-03-19T03:07:00.000-07:002009-03-19T16:09:45.348-07:00Shopaholism...coming out with my addiction.... ;)<p class="MsoNormal">Bound by the chains of work, dumped in the dungeon called office...the shopaholic wailed...for freedom..for hope. On the tiny prison window, twittered a cute pink birdie...want a respite? Here’s some magic...but remember girlie you must not think of shopping or you shall have to come back to this prison!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">She happily agreed...escaped the dungeon and ran towards freedom...a charming knight drove her to a dark cellar...she winced.. The screen was suddenly aglow with those magical moments....” Confessions of a shopaholic...”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">“I mustn’t shop, I don’t need it! It’s not needed...just cherish these moments...”was it Becky Bloomwood saying it or was it me repeating it? Lines suddenly blurred...movie and dreamy reality kept fusing together while the convict kept traveling New York – Mumbai in those movie hours...promising herself that New York ought to be my next work destination...why? Does this recession offer me a glam job in <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state>??? No! Just that I would be able to shop better....</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Shopaholic meets Shopaholic...what potent brew could you ever think of!!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well before it get more ambiguous let's get you to the story of dear Rebecca..the girl inflicted with shopaholism....as the tag line says..”all she needed was a little more credit”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The girl has everything, style, spunk and talent...our dudette in question has one more thing a glam clutch to hold all her credit cards! A tiny girl who grew up to those magical squares which allowed her to buy all that her heart desired....one swoosh! It did sweep her off her feet...all the time..it was the swoosh of the credit card!!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Desires and wants blur often for growing and independent women..the cities offer titillations off the streets with those four letter words...”<st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">SALE</st1:place></st1:city>”</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Rebecca represents that class of newly independent urban woman who knows exactly what she wants and how to get it! Albeit some mess here and there...but then that’s how stories proceed...right...take a thread and entangle it and detangle it again...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The story of our heroine proceeds pretty much like that...she gets more and more shopping done, piles up credit and suddenly with the credit card mails she realizes that she has been fired!!! How very recessionistic...(realistic!!!) so now we have a helpful and sensible friend of the heroine who tries to calculate the exact depth of the debt pit our lady has dug for herself!! A classic amount it turns out to be..In this dire situation braced with hope the lady goes out to seek work with a fashion magazine called Alette! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">En route she is cajoled by the mannequin to buy a stylish green scarf...how can she refuse even when she is falling short of 20$ and who gives’em to her? A no nonsense poker faced finance guy of course! </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Happy she reaches her dream job destination only to realize that the job is taken...some smart advice from the receptionist lands her in front of our very same no nonsense guy...she is interviewed for the financial magazine! All silly crap she says and gets back home disappointed, hating our Mr No nonsense...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A swap of letters in drunken stupor and voila! We have Becky working for the financial magazine...the ultimate color palette in the otherwise grey setting of the office!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And my! Does she bring only color with her? Nah! A lot more layman theories about complex Financial concepts and there we have a successful columnist in Rebecca aka the girl in the green scarf!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Life now is about dodging many things like a nagging friend asking her to attend SA meetings (Shopaholics Anonymous), sales <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>which still giving her those highs, a hard driven credit recovery agent and to top it all a demanding boss!! How our lady manages that all is sheer screen delight...go on watch it...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">What next...a splendid collection of shoes, clothes and all things nice..make every gal go weak in her knees..was it a movie or me sitting in one gigantic double spread of a glam fashion magazine!!! That was what the convict felt!! The recession, the heat and the dungeon seemed far away...so did the knight who got her here....</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Okie veering back to the story....What next! Becky Bloomwood gets too famous too soon, falls for Mr No Nonsense but then he still is holding back....down comes crashing all her hopes after a major showdown on a TV show! All lies are strewn like those shopping tags from all her shopping bouts...(this is made up by me..) </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Reality shakes up our dame, makes her auction all her stuff including the famed green scarf...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Does Rebecca Bloomwood now the very unemployed Becky - the girl sans the green scarf, get her scarf back? Does she manage to get back to her dear friend on her wedding day? Does she actually transform Mr No nonsense poker face into her prince charming? And importantly...will she get rid of her addiction...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Go on and watch the movie for all this...babes out there, go watch it n feel nice in bits and parts...after all shopping does make a woman feel so complete...so loved and so very liberated....</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Guys out there...follow our knight’s deed..take those charming chicks you know for this one flick..you might get an insight in a female mind!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And all moms and dads...please go out and watch why their daughters need a new dress for every occasion and after every mood swing!! Shopping is therapy!!! Of course in small doses... </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>PS: After this movie heavy with memory of those lovely shopping bags from all her earlier shopping sprees...our absconding convict was taken to the ultimate torture cell....a glitz mall!!! And what do you expect? Not to think of shopping? Not be tempted about noting down mentally all the places that she had to come!!! But poof! As the birdie warned! The spell did break!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And the convict was transported back to the dungeon in a heavy yellow metal box on wheels...</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Back to the rut...chained to work....</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Confessions of a shopaholic...seems like just a pretty dream....</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The pretty dame starring the movie? Isla Fisher, Mr No nonsense Poker face? The very cute-i-so-much-want to-ruffle-his hair Hugh Dancy</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The convict escaping prison: Of course ME! The pink birdie:IdeaSmith, The knight in a shining car: Moksh, The spices of the evening: Ankita aka Superchooha,<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>the<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>super cool Papillion- Rehab and the cute Punk polka Dots</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A memory of escape, fun and magic...</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">This preview of the Sophie Kinsella written novel turned movie, Confessions of a Shopaholic was courtesy The Social Media Catalyst. Interesting watch!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-4238856947789490462009-03-07T13:52:00.000-08:002009-03-07T13:56:55.705-08:00Colors....You colored my sensitivity<br />With your blue hue<br />You smeared her forehead<br />With your golden glow<br />You completed her being<br />With your crimson mark<br />You got her a rainbow<br />With your sweet word<br />Everyone got a color<br />Each one unique<br />And then you gave her<br />An unending color<br />The eternal dark<br />Of your being....<br />Deep foreboding yet divine<br />And all this while we all thought<br />He colored me<br />He is mine...<br />You never belonged<br />To either color<br />You were always the flow within<br />Coloring each current<br />In myriad hues<br />And then swirling into oblivion<br />So pure, so transparent<br />And colorless.....<div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-32717874253358978312009-03-07T13:50:00.000-08:002009-03-07T13:51:32.748-08:00DarknessDarkness....your darkness<br />Still fills me sometimes<br />Those daggers of touches<br />Still run across my being<br />Touching lightly yet bleeding<br />I shiver inwardly<br />And take a deep breath<br />Slowly oozes out<br />That dark deep fear<br />Till it fills, heals and seals<br />The crisscross marks<br />Of the places where<br />Our destinies collided....<div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255153631769203495.post-8725626750014924932009-03-02T04:20:00.000-08:002009-03-02T04:21:38.734-08:00a place my own...<p class="MsoNormal">I keep returning </p> <p class="MsoNormal">To these four walls</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To cry, to wail</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To laugh, to share</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Every joy, every secret</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And every time I fail</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I keep coming back to you!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yes I do…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But not for me</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Neither for you</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I keep coming back</p> <p class="MsoNormal">To recreate the world </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I leave with you</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I dwell there</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Reveal there</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Am there</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Am bare</p> <p class="MsoNormal">‘Cause a world outside</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Is hardly fair…</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I keep returning to these four walls…</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">restless spirit...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1