Friday, 1 July 2022

Today, an epiphany occurred. 
I realised that each time my heart feels gloomy, the Universe shows me a glimpse of wondrous, beauteous, magical, uplifting and supremely powerful things that prove there is so much more going on that we know nothing of. 

All we have to do is open our eyes to take the signs in.

On this rainy wet day as I look out of my window, I saw a stunning sight that left me energised and motivated beyond the cloudy overcast skies.
It was a dark Raven, rain drenched to the core, with all its velvety black feathers matted and stuck together, to expose its pink skin. Piteous, shorn off little runt I thought at first. then I heard his caw caw of such strong call out demanding to be heard. he was hungry and yet the strength of his call out to be served was bold.  Loud, raspy signature call for food that I couldn't ignore. 

The message was loud and clear, despite whatever life throws at you get up and go get them. Call for help, food, shelter, work whatever it is that you want, seek desire. Till you do not make a noise and work hard for it, it won't come to you.

If a Crow can do it, so can You!

Thursday, 2 June 2011

Of Friends smiles...talk laughter and then some

oh my the thrill of wonderful times spent reminiscing with girlfriends.....oh where did the years all melt away :-)

love you girls

Wednesday, 27 August 2008

...of Paradise isles...

....do you know that place between being asleep and awake, where you still remember your dreams? That’s where I'll always love, that's where I'll always wait for you....

Friday, 29 June 2007

On Skidrow

Everything is okay in the end, if its not okay then its not the end...

Friday, 8 June 2007

Rainmaker in waiting


Sniffings and More

Today i learned that the fine art of smelling a familiar scent (smell to some) the oh so familiar kind...Petrol can be quite a revelation of err personality type to some...

Heck i like the smell of Petrol ..."You mean you sniff..." That simple query set my mind racing even as the words escaped his lips "... Petrol Fumes" It sounded like an acusation, making me out to be weired in a weird sort of way.

All i could muster was a "huh..?!" in defence. I slunk back in the comforting memory of all the cherished scents...I've always liked...the Petrol, the biscuitty aroma that emanates from the dusty browned pages of my old books...my cherished collection....and ahhh the invigorating fresh fragrance of scorching Snow semmed walls doused with water in the delhi summer...ummm deep inhalations of pure exhileration!!!

No sir I do not sniff! but then again it is such a part of the long forgotten me...what's wrong with sniffing? Is it such a deliberate, forced, para normal behavioral pattern that seeks to slot people?
I have always loved certain smells, scents, odours, fragrances since as far back as I can remember and i'm not prepared to let go of them... not just yet.

sniff sniff

Saturday, 2 June 2007

The seeds are sown

Its not about the emotion they say, its about the expression.

so here i am, giving expression to my emotion without having a clue on the way to do it right.
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Follow your instinct they say...but they know not the hollow sinking discomfort of knowing not just where your gut lies....

Instincts...aren't they funny? One never knows where they come from or just when they'd strike. Lets see...wait and watch the game that my instinct is telling me to play... to write...to ramble...to express.