Observations

Wishes with the brows

This morning

This morning is no unusual than any other mornings

A slight of sleeping in weather

The morning isn’t as bright as sunny days

Because it is raining outside

I put off the alarm that has been ringing for almost 5 minutes now

Half opened eyes and I walk to the washroom

I rub my eyes

And there lied a fallen brow

I placed it on my pointer finger

As gentle and slow as something of value

I made a wish

And I gave a gentle blow

And it vanished into the thin air

That is how wishes are said to be coming true

To let it fly away to places we would never even bother to think about

And today this morning I made a wish to the single thread of eyebrow

And that I am writing about it

I am wondering where did it land to

May be it fell right under my foot

Or it may be lying somewhere in the corner of the washroom

Or it must be washed away

Or it must be have been sucked by the vacuum cleaner

But wherever it may have landed to

I made a wish to the single thread of brow

That is how wishes are said to be coming true

To let it fly away to places we wouldn’t even bother to think of

But only if it was this easy to fulfil a wish

I will blow a brow every morning

Until I run out of one

To the places I wouldn’t even bother to think of

P.S: Random wandering thoughts

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Because we are not Flowers

Someone told me look in their eyes

See if he/she shakes on your stare

See if they waver in your eyes

They may dress nice and pretty

They may be short or tall

Black or white, thin or fat

But look into their eyes

Every eye tells you a story

A language not often spoken out

I try looking at their eyes

“1..2..3..SMILE” shouts a photographer

But I look into his eyes and it tells a different story

“I…love…you, you mean the world” but something in his eyes told me another story

The hesitation in his voice, the stare away from her told me another story

“Money brought me happiness” tells a millionaire but the eyes of his tells me another story

“I need no companion” but the eyes speaks something different

We often speak what we really don’t mean

Just as “f*** off” comes easy than “sorry” and “thank you”

May be it is because we are not the beautiful blossom

Because we are not the flower that is beautiful and smells sweet

Because we are human with bunch of complicated emotions

And that is why we have the eyes

Not just to see but to tell a story

A story often not spoken out with spoken language

P.S: random wandering thoughts & for my writing pleasure

Observations

Questions I never got to ask her

I have known this woman for as much as the beginning of her time. I have seen her transform from a toddler to a girl and now to a woman. I have seen the best of her, the worst of her, her passion, her insecurities, her smile, her tears, her dreams, her friends, her family, her happiness and her pains. As much as I know about her, she also have blind spots I am not sure of her.
I can’t recollect much of her childhood because I was engrossed in mine. In the chorus of “doctor” ambition in her little compact classroom, I saw her shouting at the top of her voice. She was chanting doctor as her ambition just as everyone was doing. She wasn’t unique. She wasn’t different from others. She didn’t standout even as a child. She was one of the students of her class. May be she did want to become a doctor or she didn’t want to, I never got to ask her that question because I don’t even know if she will recollect what she said ages ago.
If there was a movie on life, she will not be the lead actress. She may be in one of the streets where the movie is directed, but she wouldn’t be even in the script. The world doesn’t revolve around her, it revolves around the sun. And she is very far away from the sun, at a distance safe for warmth but not too close to the sun to get burnt.
I think she wasn’t planning on becoming a doctor because she isn’t one now. If she wanted to be she should be by now. I never got to ask her if she didn’t become by choice or if she didn’t work hard enough or if luck didn’t work in her favour. I never got to ask her what she really wanted to be.
The last time I met her she was crying about her broken heart. I just wiped her tears and let her lean on me. But I never got to ask her who broke her and how much it hurt. It did look bad, because she was trying to smile despite the tears. Or was she wondering if the hearts she broke hurt that much, but I never got to ask her.
And again I met her yesterday in the streets. She was wearing a smile among the crowd. She was wearing a headphone, I don’t know what she was listening to. Or was she just wearing it without actually playing anything in it like in old times? But I never got to ask her. I was trying to wave to her among the crowd. She turned away. Did she not see me? Or was she avoiding me? But I never got to ask her.

But as she walked away, her steps looked lighter. Her shoulder less tensed. May be she isn’t crying anymore. May be she is happy now. But I never got to ask her. May be I will ask her when we meet next time.

P.S: random wandering thoughts & for writing pleasure

Observations

Void

Should I leave it to the immaturity back then?
Because we need a reason
Or just something to blame on
Something to take responsibility for our choices
Something to reason out for our decisions
A reason to stay or a reason to leave
But for the void I left in you
I want to leave it to the immaturity back then
To the reckless decisions of a teenager
I can feel the void “NOW”
There are no reset buttons
Just moving forward ways
There are no coming backs
Just looking back at times
Or maybe we can always leave to the same excuse
“We were never meant”
Isn’t much better than putting a blame?
Isn’t excuse better than blame?
Because if I have to put a blame on
I will have to put it on me
And the blame weighs heavier than the excuse
Either way the void will remain a void always
Time doesn’t heal the void, it just fills the void
May be in another time
In another life
I will not give you the void
But bear that irreplaceable void instead

P.S: Few sincere random thoughts to the one who deserves this.

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When is the right time? Where is the right platform?

             
        What do you plan to do in your life? I think asking what are you planning to do in your life is ridiculous coming from me, when I don’t even have a proper plan for what I will do tomorrow. I think we are usually bounded by time and place to do what we need to do. We don’t eat dinner for breakfast. Aren’t we usually waiting for the right time and right platform? Just like waiting for the train on the right platform, else you will either miss the train or you will not reach your destination. But what if your plan for the day is to bring joy to someone (strangers), make someone smile, or make someone happy? When is the right time and where is the right platform?


       Today, a stranger was sitting at the side of a footpath in an intersection where thousands of people walk by. He wasn’t sitting there alone; he had crayons and two beautiful pictures painted infront of him with a label “SAT ‘smiley face’ SUN” on the footpath and collection container near him. May be he wanted to make someone’s weekend a joyful and happy one. I was drawn to those beautiful pictures. If piqued my curiosity to ask him why he painted the pictures there. The answer was to make someone’s day joyful and happy on seeing the pictures. He succeeded in giving me an instant joy on seeing his pictures. But why those cherry blossoms, fences, river and bridges?


     Spring has arrived, good fences make good neighbors, bridge is the connection and I missed out to ask him about river. He particularly said his beautiful garden doesn’t have a gate, because it is a garden of joy and anyone can come and go anytime they want. The fence marks the boundary but it doesn’t have the ownership. I think he already shared the joy and happiness to hundreds of travelers like me.


       He definitely made my day and I hope I make your day/night when I share you the picture he has drawn on the footpath. May be sometimes you don’t always have to wait for the right time and right platform just something right from your heart.


P.S: Random thoughts and dedication to the footpath man who is sharing his joy and happiness to the stranger passersby.

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The kind of love I want to shower you

I want to love you despite knowing people hurt

I want to give another chance despite the fears of being left

I want to make promises despite knowing promises are broken

I want to reach near you despite knowing the journey is miles longer than my imagination

I am willing to expose the insecurities despite knowing its ugliness

This is the kind of love I want to shower you

Because this time it is you

Because this is the kind of love you shower upon me.

P.S: Random thoughts inspired from a writing “love that I want to shower over you”

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What Excites You?

We are all attracted to what we can relate to and what we feel connected to. Be it person, things, colors, light, darkness, places and books we choose what we feel connected to. What attracts you? What keeps you going? What excites you? How do you choose? I think to each and every question, the answer is connection. But it may not be for each and every one of us. It definitely is not for me. I get drawn to things which excite me. I choose a book which excites me and I write when the random thoughts excite me. The exciting thoughts aren’t particularly happy thoughts. They are sad exciting enough to be jotted down or they are happy exciting enough to be penned down. And when it comes to book, I pick the books which are uniquely titled enough to be exciting for me to pick one. I don’t know if exciting is even an appropriate word to describe this feeling, enthusiasm and the joy that comes with it.

I am definitely not bookworm and I haven’t read many of the books which are popular among reading addicts. I appreciate and envy people who read a lot. I actually enjoy the sight of people reading and writing. I don’t know much about the genres of the book, but if I am to read a book and if I have to choose one among many I choose something that excites me.

Just as choosing, picking, even eating and our everyday choices, thoughts and actions must be exciting for us. I believe that our excitements must amuse us while it grows us as well. I hope that the excitement of your choices are exciting enough to grow you, mold you and prepares you to be a better person every day.

P.S: Some random thoughts based on the inspiration drawn from the choices of books of mine.

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The inspiration was white rose

Today started just as any other day but today the day ended as no other days. I will tell you why. The inspiration was “THE WHITE ROSE”. I have been meaning to write something about prayers and wishes for almost a month now, but I couldn’t just arrange my thoughts into expression. Sometimes your thoughts jumble, sometimes you are short of vocabulary and sometimes you can’t seem to find an inspiration. May be that was the same case on delayed expression of this thoughts of mine.

Today someone plucked a white rose and gave it to me! Do I seem so excited? My friend and I were returning home taking walk and taking pictures of flowers. A stranger called us towards him and out of blue he plucked the rose and offered it to me saying it was from my friend to me. It was just a single flower but among all the flowers I took picture of today, the white rose stood out. He was a stranger and we may never meet him, but all I could do was wish him all the best wishes and prayers he deserved. I smiled almost hundred times while I offered my sincere wishes and prayers within.

Have you ever asked someone for their prayers and wishes? Do you ever do? Or do you ever wish prayers and wishes for someone? How much do you mean it when you wish them? This is too much of a question right? Let me ask you the final question, do you believe in prayers and wishes of others? By asking these questions, I am not trying to preach you something on prayers and wishes but I just wanted to tell you that I do believe. That if I say I will count on to your prayers and wishes I do count on to them. There are countable few whom I always ask for their prayers and wishes for my everyday because I know I can always count to theirs and their prayers and wishes have given me miracles. As I write this and if you are reading this, you already know I count on to your prayers and wishes.

And if I ever wish you my prayers and wishes I really do, without a single shade of doubt as pure as the white rose from the stranger. May be we can be either the stranger who offers flowers or a stranger who wishes prayers and wishes onto someone known or unknown. The world is full of kind souls, if you can’t find one be one. Giver of flowers or giver of prayers and wishes, either way you are choosing to be one of kind kind. May be you can help start a day or end a day. Our simple kind thoughts and actions matter.

P.S: Some random thoughts and prayers and wishes to the stranger of white rose.

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Random Thoughts

We were like day and night

Without one one wouldn’t arise

We were like cold and warmth

One had to feel to know the other

We were like earth and sun

Too near and we would be burnt

Too far and we wouldn’t exist

We were like old and cradle

One had chapters completed

One had chapters to unfold

We were like heart and brain

One had to feel, other had to think

We were like poor and rich

One had nothing to lose

Other had everything to lose

We were like pain and happiness

One had to be abandoned

Other had to be created

We were like summer and Autumn

One had to exit

The next had to enter

But somehow in-between

We existed together

As day and night in 24 hours

Cold and warmth as weather in a day

As earth and sun in a solar system

As cradle and old in one life time

As heart and brain in one body

As poor and rich in loss and gain

As pain and happiness in tears and smiles

As summer and Autumn in seasons of the year

We were us all along

Existing together as a different entity

Just as you and me, he and she, they and us.

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I agree “No woman, No Cry”

Eighth March is celebrated International Woman’s Day. The first thing I saw as I opened my eyes today was one missed call and a text message from the same person. The message read “Happy Woman’s Day”. The message and text was sent around mid-night when the clock stuck to 8th March. As if it was my birthday I felt grateful. Scrolling through the social media pages I see our women in the nation celebrated the day too. I see they wore red today. I had to browse through on why red. It is a sign of solidarity and revolutionary love for a “Day without a woman”. I had no idea about the color today but I chose to wear something beautiful. I wanted to feel myself special on this woman’s day. So I gave myself a treat with a kind thought and costume of my choice.

“No woman, No Cry. #happy#international#woman’s#Day” was one of the many wishes posted today. Back during the days I saw this quote famous among tuckers. I saw this quote written on the truck doors or at the back of the trucks. I always thought that the truckers did not want woman if they wanted to live happy but a different thought strike me today on seeing this quote. I think you will not cry if there is no woman but I think you will not get to be happy if there is no woman. How??? What nonsense are you talking? How can both be possible? Are you questioning this? Yes, I will tell you why and how.

If it wasn’t for your mother (woman) may be you wouldn’t have made your first cry. You would have lost the chance of your first laughter. So may be the quote was “No woman, No life”. Cheers! Happy OURS day to every woman, mothers, sisters, friends and to the WOMAN.

P.S: I am not discriminating man with this article, this is one of the thoughts from my wandering thoughts.