Fifth Haiku

Autumn hues color

Two hearts beating together

Awaiting union

*Image Friends Will Be Friends by nensha

Snippets From An A'noon Tete-A-Tete

He: I loved the stars

She: Me too

He: Wait lemme explain the picsas of my understanding
She: Ok tell me:)
He: First pic is ur song. U wrote a song
She: No it's music!
He: N then some tree heard it n dropped its fruit on the ground not bearing it
She: LOL
He: Then after singing
She: Ha ha
He: U got butterflies in ur stomach
She: :X
He: So u decided to write a novel instead of eating coz u were fastingthen as u wrote.. ur heart started to swirl n turn n become happysuddenly one ladybug came n bit u

She: Shut up
He: U threw it in the jungle where it belongs to
She: Ha ha ha ha
He: When u went to the jungle u found a pearl necklace lying..u thought its some treasuren u felt happy again like that glowing sunflower
She: Pah pah
He: Haha
She: U should write a novelU have such imagination
He: Sorry i don't have time for all that.. foooo
She: PhooooooooooOk lemme tell nowfirst is for musicthe choco one
He: Ok
She: U sent y'dayone of the picsI edited it
He: Ohhhh yeah....
She: Phoooooooooooooooo
He: Now it looks like something else
She: The book & butterfliesstand for dream
He: Oho
She: Heart for loveLadybug for peaceThe green one is light
He: Peace ladybug?Yeh baat kuch hazam nai hui
She: The flower stands for flower obviouslyand it ain't a sunflowerand the mirror and necklace represent morals
He: Ohhhooo..hehe.. we really need geniuses to understand this.. hahahaI see beyond images...i'm a painter..an artist
She: Ya ya ya
He: N all the pics have a common connection
She: ?

He: YOUR HEART AND SOUL :-)
She: Awwwwwand that in turn is YOU:)

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He : Is that a heart in the trees ?
She: He he looks like there is

He: It is
She: But that tree pic is for light
He: The gap is a heartFollow the LIGHT, follow your HEART :-)

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*Image Soulmates by selenart

A Toast To Life

Ok, so the Big Bang experiment is underway and what's more thrilling than the experiment itself is all the hype surrounding it. Today morning, I thought nothing of it when I woke up. At about three in the afternoon as I sat chatting away with Cindy and Lena online, I felt the bed shaking and the first thought that struck me was, This is it! I just grabbed both my phones, ran to the door, and yelled for my six-month-pregnant next door neighbor. Apparently she and her small girl had not felt it, and they both were wondering what the fuss was all about. Also, none on our floor had come out of their houses. She told me to just calm down, and I rang my Dad, who was on the way home. And then I stepped back into the house after telling her not to use the lift just in case, and left the main door unlocked. Then another neighbor came out of her house saying she had felt it too and that she was going downstairs and we all started cussing those stupid scientists who were doing their thing in Geneva today.

Flicking on the news, we found out that the tremors were a result of an earthquake in neighboring Iran (6.1 on the Richter scale), and not due to the Big Bang! Thankfully there were no casualties in that country nor here. All malls in Dubai and many high rise buildings were evacuated following the tremors, just for security measure. We all had a good laugh and my neighbor said she is thankful for having such a watchful girl next door. It is indeed funny right now when I think about it, but what if the earthquake had been a massive one? Then maybe I would not have been here typing this post right now. Life is so unpredictable, and who knows when we would have to pass on. And during such times only do we realize just how nothing else matters than life itself, be it our own or that of our loved ones. All I could wonder that moment was whether my Dad was safe, and whether I would get to see him one last time, in case something did go wrong.

Thanks to the mad daily rush of routine and all mundane happenings tied to it, we tend to take life for granted. Makes me wonder why we ruin so many precious moments cribbing and fretting and fighting when that could be the very last thing we might ever do. I still remember waking up to an earthquake in Chennai, on the day of the Tsunami in December 2004, and then another tremor about six months later. There was one neighbor who had come to the car park clutching a small travel bag for her and her husband, which she had kept ready since the day of the Tsunami, containing essentials like some clothes, biscuits, medicine, and cash. I really admired her foresight, 'cause in times when there is nothing to do but run for your life, a bag like that could really come handy later, if one survives that is! Jokes apart, when I now think about what could have happened today afternoon, even if those would have been my final moments, I would have had no complaints. I was talking to two of my closest friends when it took place, and would have died with the satisfaction of having loved and been loved by my loved ones. What better last moments and thoughts could one have?

Of course, there would be that tinge of regret of not having done so many things that I wanted to, but when we have to go, we just have to go. Death is not a foe, it is the ultimate truth of life. So why not live each moment to the fullest and take life as it comes, 'cause what we have this moment is much more than we ourselves can ever know, until we lose it all. This life is a miracle meant to be cherished, a saga of loving and being loved in return. Such tremors, though as scary as they are when they occur, are essential once in a while to make us stick closer to life, and to those who make it worth living. Maybe it is nature's way of telling us humans to just leave her alone, and live and let live. Whatever hardships it tends to toss our way, let's raise a toast now and then to good old life, the greatest teacher ever. Cheers!

Images :

*Life by AdonisWerther
*After Life by barns
*On The Sunny Side Of Life by gilad
*Drink The Pink by Bntal3nabi

Give Love A Chance

In life, many come and go. Those who leave a mark in our memories are one of a kind. Because they made a difference knowingly or otherwise, in some way or the other, even if they are no more a part of the story. Whatever they were capable of they gave, and took as well. All relationships have rifts, what matters is how we manage to seal them, sooner or later. Sometimes, even the most strongest of love is not sufficient to bring back that magic, and when it is lost, it is just lost. No amount of tears, words, or support can heal the wound it leaves behind. Initially there is the shock of having to come to terms with the fact that someone who really mattered, and even worse, who really cared for us, has drifted away. Then comes a phase of just being comfortably numb, where even though we cringe inside at the very mention of that name, on the surface we are all aloof. To the world, all that we have left for that person is hate, but deep within that love never died in the first place. Over time, we learn to live without them, and the pangs which the memories bring gradually lessen.

No matter what the reason for drifting apart, be it due to internal or external factors, we can never help admitting at least to ourselves that the one who we lost is irreplaceable, and that gaping void can never be filled by any other, because at the end of the day, no two people are the same. We are just human and the fact that we miss a loved one we lost, makes us all the more so. Ego kills love, and it is that very ego which prevents us from getting it back again. Be it our own parents, or a friend, or that special someone, if we truly love them, we need to put down our pride once in a while and go get them back. For all we know, sometimes it could be too late to make amends. Everyone lets us down, no matter how much they love us, because no one is perfect. It is not worth lamenting for the rest of our lives over whom we lost in spite of having had a chance to bring them back when we should have, just because our ego froze the heart that moment and stopped our initiative. And when we fail to dampen that ego, we just start to resent love. That is the day we cease to live and start to simply exist.

If there is anything which can never be too much in today's world, it is love. With all the hate and violence looming large over mankind, threatening to throttle humanity, if there is something which can extinguish it, it is love. It does not take much, just a few words, or a small gesture, to spread some light in someone's world. Why not work upon it right from today, beginning now? If there is someone you love who drifted away, go get them back, if not for themselves, for you. Because it is you who misses them, you who loves them, and your life which is incomplete without them. Just put that ego on hold and give love a chance. Only a heart made of stone could shy away when love extends a hand. No love is perfect, it can never be. All it takes is that little extra effort to salvage it, and in case of those who lost it, to bring it back. Someone once said, "It is better to have tried and lost than not to have tried at all". And love's labor is never lost.

P.S. This was written for Lena's Tuesday Love Ramblings

P.P.S. I have disabled the comments here as it is a guest post :)

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Images :

*How To Heal A Broken Heart by lexidh
*Give Me A Chance by AshleyXBrooke87

Love Always Shines

From your first kiss that made me stretch
To those osculations after fervent prayer
I treasure each thoughtful & loving gesture
Wiser any day than the wisest soothsayer

When we were deemed to be by ourselves
You filled in best you could as a confidant
The meals might have lacked that smack
But love and effort were forever abundant

You made sure I did not miss out anything
In spite of lacking that pillar girls lean on so
Though we are at loggerheads all the while
Our bond is special, to those eyes that know

Tomorrow when the time comes to fly away
To my other home yonder, from our li'l nest
Never would I go away from you in thought
Grateful to Him I am for giving me the best

As you turn a new page in the book of life
My love and prayers are always with you
I am sorry for all those times I have hurt
But deep within love always shines anew

Their Fairytale

It was an ordinary Sunday morning. Stretching and yawning out loud, she trudged to her comp. The cabinet beeped, the modem blinked and she was back to her online home on orkut. She had gotten hooked to it since the past few months, thanks to some friends who had made her join. And now she was the one pestering her friends to create their own orkut profile. The friend list was expanding, the scraps growing, and the testimonials pouring in. She had joined a few hundred odd communities related to everything she liked under the sun. It was a temporary respite, she knew it. Life had been a mess since more than an year. First a breakup, then some rebounds which left her even more disillusioned. To top it all, there was her dissertation looming large. She was lucky to have many friends who cared, but she needed space right now. She kept in touch with them all, but still remained aloof. She was able to reconnect to long lost friends and made a couple of new contacts through the site. It made her feel good, but nothing could fill that void.

As a rule she deleted scraps from strangers. Muttering under her breath, she was in the middle of the process that day when she decided to reply to one, which she did on rare instances. She scanned his profile, he seemed a genuine and decent guy. And it was only an innocent remark about her cool mix of communities, not an offer for friendship, nor a comment on how cute her pic was, neither a spammer. She scrapped back a thanks and that was that. He happened to be online, and replied back. A small polite conversation followed, and they signed off after he added her. Later that evening, she was online again. One thing led to another and by night they were chatting on messenger. She felt like she had known him for ages, the feeling was mutual. In the week that followed, they exchanged numbers and since that day, there has not been a single day that they have not chatted or talked on the phone or at least exchanged a text message, no matter which part of the world they were in.

They knew they would meet soon, it was inevitable. They had become bosom buddies. Finally, on the fourth Sunday since that first scrap, they met. The feeling of having met before became even more pronounced. That evening was special, not only because they met, but it was Chaand Raat as well. They motivated each other and ended up fasting on all the days that Ramadan, the first time both managed it. By and by, their friendship bloomed. Nothing about her could not interest him, she on the other hand felt no one could understand her unsaid feelings better. Gradually she became a part of his closest circle of friends, and he of hers. They never ran out of topics to talk about, be it the most mundane issues of daily life, college anecdotes, or world politics. Everytime they met, he would capture the moment with a pic of hers. By and by, she smiled more often, laughed more heartily, and was able to love herself again. Of all the gifts he gave her, that was the greatest.

The year rolled over, they grew more inseparable with passing time. Though they were not aware of it, their friends were able to see the obvious. When asked they would deny, laughing it off. But gradually they began to feel it too. And one night, he admitted guiltily that he felt something more for her of late. She owed up to it as well and they were glad to have cleared it out so that they could put it behind them. But that was not meant to be. Little did they know that they were meant to be together, since that ordinary Sunday, many months back. And the rest is history. Today, two years later, if there is something they fret about most, it is as to why they did not meet earlier in life. But then, everything has its own time and tide. As someone rightly said, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairytale. They both believe in fairytales ever since then. As for how their love bloomed, that's another story!

Images :

*I'm Falling Into Memories Wall by smashmethod
*Our Fairytale by whatshername13

Of Balloons And Quotes

September's here, bringing with it thirty days of patient fasting. My hypoglycemic brain is not up for thinking right now, so here are a couple of tags...

Hemanth had tagged me with TDS (The Desktop Story) Tag.

So this is what my desktop looks like, and has looked like for many months now. I don't remember where I found this pic, but there is something about it I have always liked. No matter what I change it to, I keep reverting back to these three balloons. To me, they signify a lot of nice things - happiness, sunshine, family, peace, serenity, luck, to name a few. I guess the sunny trio is here to stay!

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Anoop tagged me to list down five of my Favorite Quotes. Can you guess who quoted these? Here's a hint; one is by a great poet, three from bestsellers, and one by yours truly :)

"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes."

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty - that is all ye know on earth and all ye need to know."

"Life finds a way, even if it is of stone."

"It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."

"...she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother. A person of consequence at last."