You are a home

The world is a house. A home which has all kinds of crazy in it. God intended it like that. All the ugliness, the beauty, the nature, the history, the questions, unfinished answers ...everything. We still move on like the night stars disappear to give way to the bigger star and it repeats. No one is big for long. Nothing is hidden. Time has a place for everything. Even for time.

In you dwells not just your soul ,your God , courage, brains and the gift wrapped thoughts but also the devil, the confusion and the thorns. That's not too much ,that's a power. The ability to house these diverse layers is not something a polar bear has,does it? The balance,tact and knack to deal with the layers and levels of life only you,me and us humans have. You are a world in yourself. Together we dwell.

Part of  Feb'15 WriteAlm prompts : Today's Prompt - Dwell

Gather the feather

Step lightly on to my soul
Boundaries mark the line
But wern't you meant to climb walls?
Just like we all learnt years back.
Come forth
Cross
Strip the leash
Strip your mask
Scrape your elbow
Just like we all did years back.
Reach out like a child does
Chubby fat feet on fragile egos
Life maybe a barbed wire
Its the feathers which give you flight.

Part of  Jan'15 WriteAlm prompts : Today's Prompt - Feather

The Onion Life

I am a mother
Making sure the tiny feet
Goes safely yonder.
Cooking, typing, rushing in the 'girls-cant-handle' jeep
Got a friendship to keep.
A regular agony aunt column
Good housekeeping too
Intended pun.
Peel off the layers
Throw an occasional limelight
After all, there's no we
Without an I.

L e t L i f e

Break the waves
Block the wind
Take the loop
Swing the chain away
Throw the clock
Move the track
Ride the silence
Pause the click
Listen to a hen clack
Weave in space
Let the silver lining in

Interlude within.

There shall be showers of benediction

It's a life of uncertainties
A turn there,a cloud here
Some muddy feet
Gentle friends and a stormy peer.

When you kneel down though
And submit to a power above you
Clear is what's high and the low
A benediction received by few.

Lamplight Leads

What guides you? Where do you get your inspiration....to think,to create,to just appreciate a moment in the favourite calm corner of your home,an unsually pretty flower,the first drops of rain, a well turned out pie?

An idea guides to an invention or plan. And the idea is guided by? ...Imagination, dream, thought, enlightenment? Where do any of the above comes from? God, a force, an unseen power? (For me personally, its God)

Lets not debate atheism,religion or lack of either.

Whatever guides you, the point is to lead you somewhere or to something.
Simply accept the lamplight within you which removes darkness.

Part of  Dec'14 WriteAlm prompts : Today's Prompt - Lamplight

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From the Pigeon to the Phone

We have come a long way in our mode of communications. Earlier a pigeon used to send our ancestors' messages to and fro. Today we have all the control and speed in a small box fitting in our palms.

We cannot debate the pros and cons of which mode is better because every era has its own ways and pace of progression. What may seem slow today also is nostalgic. What is mocked as impersonal is also helpful during an emergency. You may exchange emoticons 364 days a year but on your birthday you would appreciate a handwritten card more,won't you?

Whichever mode you choose, fast or slow, the missive of the story is, be in touch.

Part of  Dec'14 WriteAlm prompts : Today's Prompt - Missive

Consumed and Completed

The bank of the river
Sometimes visited by the ripples
But completed by the feet which kisses it.

In our existence
We are known by our deeds
But defined by our vices.
We are consumed by thoughts
But completed by memories.

Frosted Grass

War is not grey enough
Until hands join together for peace
Just a few fingers away.

The night is not dark enough
Unless it comes with the promise of morning
Just a few rays later.

It is not nature enough
Unless the brown,blue,yellow and red wait
Just till the green is back,a few blades of frosted grass away.

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Part of  Dec'14 WriteAlm prompts : Today's Prompt - Frosted Grass

Portend the bend in the road

When the disciples asked Jesus to show them a sign that signals his return and end of the world, they were worried and yet curious.

Most of the time we too are like them. We are curious,apprehensive and want to know all. We want to solve everything ahead of coming to the bridge,let alone wait to cross it. Its not enough that our guardians teach us through their mistakes, we still want to 'worry'.

I believe, and this is through many small and big experiences of mine and of my closest ones' life,that, to look ahead in life you do need to look back once. In fact more than once. This is not to say that you should live in your past. Just like you would check both sides of the road before you cross the road, you should in your rational,sane moments take a glance back and remember how a certain situation made you a better ,wiser person. Then take that wisdom again and put it wherever you are stuck. Ready, go.

Our past,sometimes, portends our future. How we are today is a sign of what paths we pave in this journey and ,to quote Anne Shirley, 'the bend in the road' which turns for the better.

Part of  Dec'14 WriteAlm prompts : Prompt - Portend

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6th Dec'14 WriteAlm prompt

December 2014 writealm prompts - 4

Resonate

The room resonates with the sounds of the toddler. My son.

Some years ago between studying,working and living a single life with my friends in the hostel, the only sounds were of harsh loud music, the brushing of pizza boxes against our laptops and chatter about boyfriends and box office.

We thought we will never get out of that and life would be drowned in those noises. But time moves things, if not,then you.

Today as much as I miss pizza boxes,peeling movie posters and the certain peaceful reading time, I like how uncertainly he wraps his chocolate fingers around my face,how the different nursery rhymes on Youtube make me live my childhood all over again and how amidst it all, life resonates with the sounds of unadulterated glee.

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