Seize the moment

We live for the moment and we die in moments. I wonder why we fret over the future or dwell on the past, while all we ever have is a sequence of moments. Life is interspersed across those peals of laughter, in the eyes that brim over with tears, in the curve of lips that silently twist into a smile or in an energizing effervescent exchange of ideas. Life is squeezed between the moments when you reach out to someone in need, or when someone wipes off those tears, in moments when you give of yourself without expecting anything in return. When you stand up for what you believe in or brush your knees after a fall. Moments where you rise from the ashes or start from scratch.  Life is transient, ever-changing, always evolving and yet we hold on, cling to its familiarity, hang on to its sameness. Seize these moments, yet let go of them. Carry their essence and yet leave room to embrace new experiences.

Latent expectations

Unshed tears

Unspoken fears

Half-baked conversations

Simmering speculations

Feelings which were

Buried beneath the mundane

Forgotten smidgen of

Pleasure and pain

They lay strewn

And crumpled

In the creases

Of time that

Flows between us

They lie there

Restless and listless

Waiting to be embraced

Aching to be owned

Yet we amble on

In laden silence

Letting them hang

In the air pregnant with meaning

Waiting for them

To dissolve in

The foggy winter of

Our prosaic existence

Rekindling Life

She cried

Silently into the night

Where no one could hear

They had blown

Away her castles

In the air

With whispers of conspiracy

They had burnt down

Her dreams

On the pyre

Of convention

They had stepped

On her hopes

With a stampede

Of disapproval

Her dreams

Her hopes

Her world

Lay scattered

Like shrapnel

The fragments

Lay broken

With jagged edges

That could only pierce

Her soul

Yet her irrepressible

Spirit

Found a reason

To soar again

Mend her broken wings

With care

With fragility

She gathered

Her fragmented

Hopes

She gathered

The ashes of her dreams

And the remains

Of her world

She looked at

Morning sky with

A renewed gleam

Of hope

Because tomorrow

Held in its

Womb

The promise

Of a new dawn

Patterned with

Hopes of building

The life of her dreams yet again

Of Letting Dreams Die….

“Dream and give yourself permission to envision a You that you choose to be.”

Ever so often I have noticed people give up dreams, longings and wishes because the significant others in their lives usually parents and spouse don’t approve of them or don’t take them seriously. And we human beings especially women  are ever willing to be martyrs to keep peace in the relationships that matter. We choose to  just give up the wishes and use others as the convenient excuse for doing so.. It is so convenient to pass on the buck. I wonder why would we do that ? Perhaps in the first place the wishes we harboured or the dreams we nurtured didn’t count enough or didn’t matter as much for us to pursue them till they saw the light of day. Or could it be the fact that we lacked sheer courage and perseverance to see them come to reality . Dreams are not for the cowardly, they need some spunk and a lot of spine. And the  courage of our convictions to see them right through despite dissent and opposition. When we give up a dream or passion in the name of pleasing others, a part of us dies within. Gradually as we keep giving up our spirit becomes dull and lifeless sans any passion, sans any purpose. We get stuck in a rut and conveniently blaming others in our life for not letting us do what we really wanted to. The trouble begins to brew when we start expecting others to give up their passions and dreams since we did too.While in the first place if we gave up something supposedly of our own volition why would we coerce another person into doing something similar? Such illogical expectations are the root cause of a storm in most relationships.

Life was never supposed to be easy, and relationships can be anything but simple. With their myriad hues, layers and subtexts. But the bottom line is you can never share or give happiness if you’re not a fulfilled person yourself. So there’s no point letting go of what you want for the happiness of others. Because when you feel thwarted and miserable that is all you would have to offer.

This rant is for all the women including me. It was high time we stopped being martyrs and started reaching out for all that we want, instead of seeking parental approval or approval from a partner. Carpe diem ladies!

Reflexions

Meandering

Through the crevices

And alleys

Of long forgotten

Memories

I find shadows

Of what were once

Dreams in zephyr

I find smidgens of

What once

Was aching desire

The soul that once

Burned aflame

Now wanders

Seeking a name

I dig deeper

To discover the road

To bridge the schism

Between time

And optimism

That Extra Mile

In the humdrum of daily existence

We somehow forget to walk

That extra distance

To make sure our dreams

See the light of reality

That all those desires

And hopes don’t get

Crushed under the weight

Of sheer banality

It’s just takes that

Little drive

To see those

Raw thoughts

And ideas come alive

A little strength

And some pain

To discover

the hidden beauty

In the perfunctory

And mundane