If it stays, it’s love

You brought a storm in my life. Whenever I saw you, my soul would literally leave my body and I couldn’t even see straight. Many a times, you made me forget my own name.
My heart would pulse out of my body merely thinking about you. I could watch you uninterruptedly for a lifetime.

If it ends, it’s a love story
And if it never begins, it is poetry

I also thought it might’ve been better if wenever met. But you were like an artwork, I could admire you forever. Once when I saw you during dawn, my senses were all wrapped up for another long stretch of rigid temperatures. My heart went through record breaking cold weather and I sat there dreaming of spring.In truth, I no longer remember which of the galaxies you came from, but I could feel the walls vibrate & the cities collapse and every brick ached of your memory.
But I guess, this is how the past keeps its grip on the present.
There was an ocean between us.
I so badly wanted to unlove you. But you were like a habit I didn’t know how to break.Sometimes in the quietest part of the night, I find myself searching for you. Loving you was trying to hold on to water. You slid everytime I held you.
But sooner or later I will stop writing about you, not even a line, not even a word, but I still don’t know how to let go off that habit.
These days I try not to crumble and don’t let the emptyness behind my ribs stop my heart from moving.One day I will wake up without your name in my head & any of your memory. And I will realise while the sun sets that I haven’t thought about you the whole day & wonder whether I have stopped loving you.
Untill then I will remember you softly & will write poems about you”.

Pic courtesy: pinterest

I am not there…i did not die !!!

Don’t loose out on people who Love You. Don’t take it lightly. Don’t underestimate their power of love.
Make an effort to spend more time with the people we LOVE & people who LOVE Us..because we never know…how long those moments will last..

I am not there…i did not die !!!

“Do not stand at my grave…..
I am long gone…like the Wind in the air
I am the light….that comes from the moon
I am the Flower..that dazzles & blooms…

I am the wind..that gently blows your hair
I am the breeze…that mildly touches & care
I am the rain drop…that drizzle from the sky
I am the one…with the low’s and the high…..

I am the laugh & the blush… when you smile
I am the tear.. that drops down & glide
I am the fear…that sits back & lies
But i am also the love…that flutters up & flies….

Have a smile …& do not weep
i am not there…i do not sleep
Do not wait for me…do not cry
i am not there…i did not die ”

Pic Courtesy: pinterest.

Wouldn’t it be lovely to take a walk down this road somewhere in Norway, which leads straight to an enchanted forest where the air smells of bark & rain and green stretches in every direction,filled with deers,racoons, birds and all the wild habitats, and you can hear the sound of the winds through the trees. It’s the time between night and mid night where the moon is at its fullest & brightest with the interplay of light and shadows .Look at the tree’s,they talk to you in solitude. The ethereal moon light and the old English house with the vintage lamps reflecting it’s light on the path,softens the whole night. The stone staircase is such a welcome that I want to go inside and have a cup of warm coffee in this cozy escape. A quiet reflective moment where the silence invites you to turn inward and listen to your own thoughts.
I have a deep ache for faraway places, a restless longing to leave the familiar and explore the unknown.



#dreamy midnight #forest moonlight #trees#jungle

I always urge my cousin in London to send pics of her summer house. I am so adored by it everytime she sends it to me.
I mean look at this cute rustic house siting dingily in the backyard. The sky above seems to be like a landscape from a painting. The lushful green trees fit so perfectly in the frame adding lustre and the whole pic looks like some green nursery, though the big yellow trumpet tree is the highlight.The sun rays spread across the area brightens the mood instantly with a splash of summer warmth.The wooden fence takes me back to my maiden home,we had the same kind of it in Mumbai, long back when I was very young. So I have a soft fondness for it.The lawn has to be mowed, but the grass pasture gives a feeling of in a meadow. Don’t forget to look at the flat stone path on the grass, taking you softly to the gazebo.
The bird bath you see attracts different species of unconcerned mocking birds, who visit to drink, bath & cool themselves making it an attraction. Some native plants in the potters are an encouragement to the birds and bees to frequent the place.
This dreamy backyard is so ideal for social or solitary human life that it’s purpose is fulfilled in various occasions. In generic the culture of summer houses reaches deep into antiquity and full of tranquility & contentment. I am so much in adornment of this establishment that I yearn I have such kind of it for myself.

Note: And hey the contrail on the left (the white line in the sky, specifically left by airplanes) is always a pleasure to see. In the younger days we would jump in excitement to watch it.

#London#autumn#scenic beauty#backyard Stories#sumner house love#