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Never lose hopes..

The last week has been a real mixed bag of emotions. As much as I am thankful and excited and almost happy about this wonderful opportunity to be in Canada for work purpose , it is still more overwhelming being alone , being cold and over that searching for a home to stay in such a short notice.
It feels like a repetition to be sharing same fears and worries with my husband and my mother back in India ; to be eating really tasteless soulless food ( I am too spoilt with home made food since I got married five years back ) ; and looking at the world through my hotel window for about 5 hours a day , waiting for my friends and family to get up so I can talk to them ( and vice versa )
And I know this too shall pass.

I know as soon as I find a place to rent , I would start making it my space , and that would tie me to this country better.
I know I won’t be alone once my husband joins me ( I hope soon ) and yes , thats what is really eating me – being away from him.
Last night’s email from Saurabh talked about the movie Inside Out and about controlling our emotions. That plus the lesson that two of my dear friends have been drilling into me about being positive and inviting positive affirmations into my life and not repel my blessings ; made me feel a little guilty about how low I been feeling and reacting. A house I was supposed to check out tomorrow got leased today afternoon and when I expressed my disappointment , the owner lady was so nice to say that perhaps I deserved a better place. Like who really says so about their own property ! That totally moved me. Such people are a rare breed and I would feel so glad to have her as my landlady any day.
So , this post is about forgiving myself for losing sight of the reason I decided to come to this place alone. This post is more about gathering my hopes up and looking forward to being at a place that’s been marked for me.
*Fingers crossed* I will find it soon.
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Written for #ForgivingFridays and #FridayReflections

Little clouds of dreams

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Like dandelions
Fluttering freely in the air
The white fluffy dreams blinking
in the sun; I stand there rooted
Looking at the blinding light
Confusing it with hurdles.
Once the eyes close, it is clear;
the strength I need,the affirmations,
the will and the confidence
It’s all there in me; burning low
But enough to be stroked into a fire
The won’t burn me but has the power
Of a Phoenix to rise from within;
The dreams now stick to me
Like clouds of cotton candy
Sweetening the air and mouth so sticky,
I return to the night, wiser probably.

A to Z challenge : Lonely nights

Much has been written,
And said
Of nights in our times
Foggy like ghosts of dead.

Hollow eyes stay glued
To hopes
We neither understand
Nor we pull those ropes.

Confused emotions
And dreams
Lie bleeding in heart
Supressing the screams.

In silent whispers of loss
And loneliness
I scribble these verses
N order to be blessed.

Pardon my sharp tongue
And loud voice
Remember the tears,
The would pay the price.

In dark i lie awake
And alone
Awaiting the dawn of love
Melting the stares so cold.

If once you turned back
To see
The eyes are set on roads
That bring you to me

Into another Jan,we step

Another Jan.
Another year begins.
Another set of goals.
Another sky full of dreams – mine for myself , of loved ones from me , mine for the loved ones.
Another glance back at the paths left behind – some traveled some not.
Another look around at the smiling faces that step into this unknown journey with me – wondering how many will still be there next jan.
Another thankful nod to them and a warm welcome to the new friends.
Another empty notebook on the desk of life.

And I write ….

Watching both ahead and back,
here and there,
around and within,
inside out of my heart
outside held in my palms,
setting a new goal for me
painting a picture of happier me.
asking myself if am alone
finding a hand to securely hold on.
knowing for once,life is good,
keeping faith in music and books.
loving him ,sometimes less that more,
loving self, more than most.

Written for OSI , Month of the year challenge – January

Blessed by words – post#600

When winds refused
to raise the wings,
i grew for years
to help me stay above;
I cut them one by one
dripping blood and tears
and into a shell i went
away from all dear ones.
But words are stronger
then i ever imagined
a golden ray of hope,
I caught for escape.
only words did keep
the promise to stick,
people came closer
and some were let go,
but always did god grant
a special one to hold.
To all those special
and dear ones I raise
a wassil for lifetime
whether i stay around
or decide to move on.
today you people matter
and i wish to keep it so
till we forget our blessing,
and have our dreams lost.

 

This post#600 is dedicated to every one I met in my journey of writing on this page. Thank you every one. Bless you !

A special mention to the love i got from few people in my life that has kept me loyal to my first love – the love for words.

Prompted @ The Mag , OSI

Giving up

The twisted hallways,
that her thoughts made
were sources of illness,
she knew;
Miracles ceased to happen
with the last of his words,
echoing within gestures
she later saw;
Singing of bleak hopes
she hands her dreams
to the light that follows
her destiny;
Delivering justice to all
but none to carry her flame
she cries hard and gives up
at his grave.

Prompted @ OSI , Sunday Whirl wordle

words we painted : me , @anushreekejriwa and @crosescribe

blue rose tells red sky purple stories of love

she sees colours of love when she looks into the mirror but is surrounded by dull clouds around her.

a plain love was what she wished for ; yet made to see everything except the true colors .

nothing in her life was meant to be plain. Calmness on her face hid the turbulent waves of sadness inside.

nothing in life is ever plain or maybe not; depends who sees what and how !

she took her heart ~ folded into the clouds above ~ let it float away ~ to rain down on her true love

raindrops fell on the loved one but he was already drenched by the beauty of another butterfly.

some butterflies lose colors, when rains are bent , to wash them away

I can taste the clouds in your tears and the hint of love in your fears

the heart is scared to respond and tears are flowing with a wish that they will be able to calm her.

we start as worms and that is where we will return

and make sure we are remembered by the days in between 😀

the earth engulfs her with open arms and she finally sleeps in peace 🙂

hand and hand we return to the earth ~ sisters of time ~ ready to witness the next birth

while crossing the gate she wishes to step into the new world with an invigorating spirit 🙂

memories in one hand , dreams in another , she moves on , with added burdens

with hope she prays that she will be blessed with a shoulder to share her burdens with

take my shoulders and Ill carry you to the beholder 

I repose faith in you and trust the beholder..