Bride

Crimson hues
Trickling down from the very being
Fresh it is
And growing deep
Intrinsic... Pure...


The silvers chime
Striking melodies
Of numerous joys.
The ornate attire
Depicting the bliss
Is a display of patterns within.


Infinite emotions sprout
From a restless soul
Yet tranquilized by a magical silence around
That leaves no space for words.

One more time

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I flared a smile,

Met by contempt

 You looked down at me.

I did everything

Explained you frantically

You didn’t believe.

You said things

I was hurt

You were hurt.

Did things end?

Yes,

One more time...

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ps: To my Bestest Friend.

Ace and ...

There is a guy called Ace. How do I know him? That's not important, I am not in this story. 

Now there's someone who loves him beyond words. He loves her too. She has been with him through thick and thin, supporting him, guiding him, encouraging him throughout.

Ace has left the city to pursue further studies.And she's still with him. She calls him everyday.

At times he gets irritated by all the fuss she creates about his little things like why he didn't have breakfast, when did he wake up and what was he studying etc. At this he becomes furious and slams the call.

 She doesn't minds it  at all. She never minds...

Once Ace asked her about her health, her recovery from illness and whether she ate properly and had fruit. To this she replied;

"Nothing seems to please when you are not here. The fruit always gets rotten thinking that you too don't take a proper diet there."

ps: Yes, you guessed it right. Who else than a mother?

pps: If you have a mom, there is nowhere you are likely to go where a prayer has not already been. ~Robert Brault

Gift?

The silver box is packed
In the hope to see a smile
The folds pressing love
Layer by layer...


The silver box is opened
In disbelief
And numbness creeps in
With each fold.


That smile slowly fades away
And instead
A tear is dropped.


Wouldn't you love such a gift?

Sweetheart

He: It feels as if I have seen you taking birth, as a toddler, as a cheeky li'l schoolgirl, then gradually turning into a sensible lovely young adult.

I've known you throughout.

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She: You made faces, I know. Irritated by the unnecessary mirth at times, then, falling for the same silly gal. How casual you looked when I came to meet you.But then the frantic calls when I disappeared.I enjoyed it all from a distance then grew restless myself. 
I know you read all my emotions... pretending not to care..you fought hard inside, I know...

But I had to close my eyes, because,

I could see you seeing me...

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Diamond

Undiscovered, rare.

And just the rough they saw !

How do I blame them?

For

It needs to be me

To see you.

Utopia It Is…

Today he’s laughing

Today’s he’s enjoying

Full of life, full of love

A day of his puppets

Reflects his verve.

A perfect day planned for them

A classic you see begins;

They yearned for it

So out of reach it seemed

But today they are living their dream.

The subtle fragrance of incense and flowers

Gently wafts in the breeze

Yes truly this is

How it begins!

Purity of hearts

Serenity of minds

That’s how the utopian mates

Were puppets divine.

Gurgling water splashing over stones

The bubbles dance, sings that song

Of the joy that each moment holds

The endless tale of eternal bliss

Putting life to lifeless

Utopia it is…

Making way through those slippery stones

A quest to capture moments so fine

Those cheers and floating laughter

Gawd! It’s all so hard to define.

The melted chocolate

Slaking the souls

Both of them

Enjoying the luxury of their roles

The air of togetherness

Raising the spirits

And those silly attempts to startle, amuse and tease

Aah! Utopia it is…

The master rejoices

For putting up such a fine show

With a heavy heart he drops the curtain

And his tears of joy begins to pour

But the magic of this day will never cease

That’s why we say

Utopia it is

Utopia it is…

Wonder

Ecstasy

is to find 

what you lost

ages ago.

What you dreamt today

can still be lived !

But

to live

a day spent

years ago is;

Wonder.

Someday...

My contours ripple

neatly combed by waters

gushes smooth

will soon be carried by the billows

miles away...

You sit there

gazing strongly

where in depths

I lie...

And again

you smile today.

I meet you here everyday

hoping that the stream

would flow back

someday...

Never go away…

They said-

It was over.

Yes, why shouldn’t it?

It had to.

But it didn’t.

They said-

It took away everything.

Everything.

Yes, Isn’t?

No, it didn’t.

Something

Kept safely in a corner there

Still lingered.

Growing through a window

Where prospects were born inside walls

It lived.

Why they wonder?

Aah! Yes…

Someone still lived.

A bit of Tulika...

Hello Friends,
I realize that it's about time I should share something with you all. I just received  a reminder that it was time for my next post. Having read this reminder my gaze fell upon my cupboard which has a paper pasted on which some lines are scribbled in my handwriting. So I thought it would be delightful on my part to tell you something that I've always cherished, that something that marks the inception of my passion for poetry. I used to read various poets till then but they were more like happened to come across reads. But after I read this poet it really made me passionate about poetry. Fernando Pessoa, one of my most favourite poets had actually broken  the mould with those lines and  the very demarcation established was endless.A few lines from this verse are etched in me and I'll post it marking them in bolds. It's one of the most beautiful verses I've ever read.

THE KEEPER OF SHEEP II

My gaze is clear like a sunflower.
It is my custom to walk the roads
Looking right and left
And sometimes looking behind me,
And what I see at each moment
Is what I never saw before,
And I’m very good at noticing things.
I’m capable of feeling the same wonder
A newborn child would feel
If he noticed that he’d really and truly been born.
I feel at each moment that I’ve just been born
Into a completely new world…

I believe in the world as in a daisy,
Because I see it. But I don’t think about it,
Because to think is to not understand.
The world wasn’t made for us to think about it
But to look at it and to be in agreement.

I have no philosophy, I have senses…
If I speak of Nature it’s not because I know it
But because I love it,
Loving does not mean 
What they love, why they love.

To love is eternal innocence,
And innocence is not to think of it… 


I hope you all like it.
Best regards,
Tulika

Dusk

Blades golden brown
crisply stretched around
popped up goats out of nowhere.


Faraway a vast velvet green
lay over a giant
into one deep sleep
enticing dense fog and
a crescent.


Pellucid waters
volatile of vision
changed a course there
and made it  here
gushes in 
exploring calm...


Disappearing into night 
trees grow dark and
there's a spirit
light.

ps: Thanks for telling me to look out of the window.

Rose

Neatly pressed in those pages

Turned golden

Is my red rose

Turned golden

Are the days of yore.

Carrying soft fragrance

Of some old world

Still preserved in those petals.

Takes me to a place

Where winning some silly game

My cheers grow loud

And your eyes gleamed

I didn’t know

Why!

A smile collected

On a page

A page etched

Of a rose.

Red.. yellow.. Gold..

My life nothing

But  strokes

Of  few fond colours.

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As I hold these grains of sand

It aches to see them 

Slip away.

A curtain specked

Unfurled through my fingers.

Away...

Away it goes...

And then a smile escapes.

I know one day

Each one would come back as
Pearl.

ps: Cheers to gorgeous moments..!!

Reflections...

The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.

The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.

But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.

He said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

“Why do you weep?” the goddesses asked.

“I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied.

“Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” they said, “For though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.”

“But…was Narcissus beautiful?” the lake asked.

“Who better than you to know that?” the goddesses said in wonder. “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!”

The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:

“I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.”

--Excerpt from Alchemist by Paul Coelho--

I have always been enchanted with these lines. 

And with this beautiful thought I bid you all adieu as exams are just around the corner. But I'll be right back next month and will surely catch up with some reading in between. I will miss you all. I mean it.

Warm regards, 
Tulika

Me Verses You…

Gaze pressed against frozen window pane

And humming some long forgotten tune

Spawning corn fields 

Of thin air

That slowly turn golden

Of your warm memories.

Reminded of a familiar scent

Taking places

Glimmering our happy faces.

Snowed for years

But a spread of sun over it

And pellucid cascade

Bathed in own soul.

Gush pristine

Of a quill possessed

Overwhelmed

Words few

Is me verses you…

Take Care!

Walking through those streets

Endless footmarks

Of my own treads

I get.

Acquainted alone…

Every night I search for it

A smile distanced

Where a tear was scraped out

Alas!  Some forgotten road…

Take me there

Where I can catch one glimpse

Of your silly scorn

And laugh unrestrained.

Rare Sojourn…

Soft breeze,

Endless water,

Pondering …

Yeah, what else!

Waves combed to your contours.

It seems the world has fallen in love with you.

Forgotten rains, melted crests,

Gushing past me.

 The cool calm reminisces,

Gushing inside me.

Your numerous smiles,

Of forgotten origins fly across.

Aah...You,

One elixir,

A paragon of love unleashed.

Some agitation…

The Adam’s ale brewing,

Intoxicated, dancing to some wild tune,

Disturbing my impassioned thoughts.

The small swirls swell bigger,

And up comes one beauty.

Astonished, afraid,

 I retreat.

She sits by me,

Drying her tresses.

Myriad questions, tongue tied,

I gaze in disbelief.

And when she looked into my eyes,

More surprised she seemed.

Staring at me,

She made a brief greet.

I uttered hard:

Oh Mermaid!

Does water spirit really exist?

Those great tales of yore.

Vague chimera, another fantasy.

But now I see.

 Nodded delightedly,

 And then she bade.

Calling her back I asked,

 The purpose of rare sojourn we had.

To my curiosity

Of being at the brim

Heard of late,

She sang this hymn,

Oh Gal!

Does Love really exist?

Those great tales of yore.

Vague chimera, another fantasy.

But now I see.

One’s life,

Another’s folklore.

Smiles, further smiles,

And both plunged into life once more.

Waves combed to your contours.

Yes, the world has fallen in love with you.

Arm around my shoulder

And softly you say,

Come, let’s go home

Getting dark by the bay!

~Possessed by Artist~

Angel

Doe eyed, fair skinned

Delicate and so mine

That touch still lingers…

Finally I had you

After months of enquiry.

As I try embracing you

They prompt:

“Careful.”

Those shiny crystals

Examining me

I wait …

Some familiar smell

Aah! You smile

And I love you back.

My tiny hands

Insufficient

Your intrinsic trust

Powerful.

Hence,

Birth of my angel.

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Year after year

Perfect mates

Partners in crime.

Maa screams there:

“Lo… the devils united.”

--x-x--

PS: Rightly said, there's no other love like the love for a brother. There's no other love like the love from a brother.

Daughter

She cherishes his company

She learns through his ways

She yearns his appreciation

Follows what he says.

Working to make him happy

She’s genuine

Fumbling she lies

She’s honest

Poorly she hides

All real and so mischievously fake

Just anything for his sake.

She imitates him

Muses being him.

She’s a learner

A silly inquisitor

Seeks no excellence

Just being a little girl forever.