The colors of silence change
For who wields it;
Mine are mostly red
Of love passion
And sometimes rage
They can be dark
Like core of the night,
Or of my soul
The best i love
Is when it is white,
The blinding emptiness
Of peace ,
Of being one with you.
About 6 months back I made this page private after I started getting anonymous abusive comments and emails from some one. I am not sure if that phase is past me or not , But I know that I have friends and a partner who would stand by me and not let me quit blogging and writing any day. Thank you every one who wrote to me and prayed for me.
I am 5 months late , but I still want to share my wedding pic with you all. Here’s me and Yogesh on our happiest day !
I will be reading and visiting your blogs soon. Stay blessed.
birthdays , anniversaries, festivals
some how they lost meaning for me
except birthdays I can say,
specially mine , if it is a memorable day.
But there are some other dates,
I celebrate with all my heart,
I love to cherish and live those hours
when we met , when we loved,
when we fought and later kissed,
when I proposed, when you finally did too,
when we were engaged, and officially “we”
when we celebrated these days,
even if I had to remind you the dates;
These are my favorite celebrations
and they led us here today –
a wedding in three weeks,
a life time of dates to note and make special.
Offer me hope;
So much love;my
Home is you.
Love is like my stubborn heart
That fights with you
Even when if its not your fault
Love is like my battered soul
That fits in your words
Will it forever be my home ?
Love is like your hesitant smiles
That searched a reason
To be called just mine.
Love is like your king size dreams
Where your joy dwells
And i be the kingdom’s queen.
Love is like the incomplete song
We edit , we sing
And would cherish as we grow old
Love is like the melted bar of choclate
We eat less, feed more
To fingers that kiss and mate
Love is like my bad art work
You gush over it
And praise it beyond its worth
Love is like your perfect poetry
You write of random stuff
And i still find myself n it.
Live is like this verse i write
I do not wish to end
Yet i must pause now, and return to real life.
I love mornings that are sleepy,
Where you dream walk to the doorstep,
And smile at the cloudy sky,
When you remember your dreams
And laugh at the odd things you said,
Not to forget the poems,
Oh the morning poems he sends,
Some self written, sone not,
Few wordly views,some love notes,
Like your hopes have arrived
In shiny packages of kisses,
Such are mornings i love
And plan to luve forever with him.
Things are going to be different now on. I feel am “in-transit” , neither here nor there. Maybe, I don’t want to go anywhere. I don’t know where I want to be. Am Happy yet scared, Hopeful yet doubtful. I am in “lost & found” section of life – Lost in his thoughts , found in his heart.
This is a special tale for G-Man.
I have been writing 55 fiction from over 3 years but many 55 fiction posts i wrote are not fictional. I have often found my own voice , my own thoughts in these tales. and today I write this as a lady engaged to love of my life.
Wish me luck !
“I wish I was with you right now , every waking minute” , he said and as an afterthought added , “I never thought I would say that to anyone”
“Well, that’s why you are marrying me not anyone else”, she replied laughing heartily at such cute confession.
And they both felt loved.Unlike themselves, yet same.
Dedicated to Ibeingme <3
Specially shared with G-Man’s 55 fiction
A sea I am,
contained in his embrace,
rooted to the sandy shores,
where we meet,
like one sea to another,
wondering if we belong ?
This is a translation of hindi poetry by Ibeingme