Have you ever felt home in a new and strange place?
A place where you used to probably have a Deja Vu.
Some strange places have been my homecoming weirdly. As if I had travelled to and fro many times.
That is exquisite yet intensely distrubing.
But there is always a reason behind.
Maybe a dream, a calling, a place your soul had been connected to, your spiritual home or a place where you had lost everything, and you are still trying to heal.
Such connections are deeper to find and understand.

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I opened a Pandora's box of unwanted emotions. I fell into an abyss it seemed. It had no outlet since I was told not to grief.
I plummeted and felt nothing.
There was nothing left to feel.

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Christmas is a feeling and about celebrating the love and happiness with your near and dear ones. May it bestow upon you a home of love and laughter that you have always sought
upon. Hope nobody feels like hiraeth today.

May your holy wishes be heard.

Merry Christmas 🌲 to you and yours.

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You are the scar...
Now cold and bruised, engraved in my skin like the tattoo I hold
I guess I will be buried with it and the pile of dust will have no memories etched.

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The sound of the rain, the misty weather, the whispers of the night, the background noise of the earth, the smiles on people's faces, the warming hearts of the children, the rainbow vibes, the umbrella and the paper boats, the feeling and the silence, and about the soul of this universe who is watching all these.

What a beautiful view and rendition!!


The Monsoon Song

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Endless summers, springs and winters came and gone.
All we wanted to tell each other is that we are no longer in love.

And we were both so wrong.

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Fidgeting over a 'no' and a 'never', million thoughts crossed my mind, calming the shores, yet letting me be in the end.
To be the one running from love.

I hope that is not my zen.

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When you know that the person is right there you wouldn't trade for, in a heartbeat, is a person worth thousand reasons celebrating for than any other person in this world, who just came and shared a laugh or a smile for a moment.

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The winds hovering,
Have a different story to tell.
I can only hear whispers,
Wrapped around my ears.

It unfolded me for long,
And made me kept wondering.
What is it reminding me of,
Stories unknown I was pretending for long.

How long could I have been,
It was not letting me go.
Slowly the warmth made me uncomfortable,
And that is what it was whispering to me all this while.

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Living a life on the edge - that's how he used to see me. I used to really fancy it.

Never did I know he was digging a grave for him, burying so deep into the thoughts which actually scared him. Something!

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