interlude

~ all my tea ~  a store, pursuit of stories, art, music and love, brewed with a cup of tea... https://www.pinterest.com/yogita24/all-my-tea/ meddled with creepers, cobbled streets, warm doorways and charmingly aged shops adorned walkways of riddles and rhymes brewing cultures ...continuing the theme ... Tins. uniquely, Oriental wall of colours &... of pots and cups... setting for a ceremony like a ritual... house of flavours noted! ~ store of flavours & stories ~

of adorned walls and crowded lanes,  a city with a sea and some hills,  serenity in its loud hauls,  searching for a sudden pause... ...i'm no swag, i'm simple, plain, rather ordinary. I have no jazz, only a simple head that is capable of thinking, dissecting and deciphering. I have studied varied subjects, all had one conclusion keep it simple, yet there is pressure to maintain an image, a facade, a shell that is sophisticated, polished to let others slip..I rather not do that. I would rather embrace others! I'm Bombay!  as soon as you step in, you are part of this well orchestrated band.. familiar faces, familiar language, not so familiar landscape...and a constant awareness of running into people you might have met in the years gone by! memoirs of the 3 beautiful days // Dec 2014 in middle of absolute chaos, to be able to hear your heart, loud... ... more

In this house of masquerades, we all have some roles to play Some stories to live, some characters to slay   Some notes strain my memory; some enliven my being as potent Joy, of some sort. A feeling of loss and of gain in the same moment   Whom did I lose, someone who wasn’t mine What did I gain, knowledge of being all alone all this while   By passion and patience By sun and moon By sin and virtues Life, pulled by the odds towards the same fate Rowing the boat of faith The reflection in the lake , asks me why wait?

Pic courtesy : http://www.lovethispic.com/image/35656/autumn Basking in yellow fairy lights, twirling on the tunes of departing spring my being sways on the onset of autumn...Gushed with wind into my premises, the fragrant hues of yellow lilies, pansies and alike... Of romance, Shakespeare and vagrant musings, this autumn sure seems special. Walking, rather tip toeing, scared, scarred, my heart feels indifferent...to pain, happiness and alike... Who am I...enchantress or enchanted...  Mused, misused, my being is free to be a desire, a mistake and alike... Despite of all internal protestation and external assertion my silent past, even quieter future leaves me with a beautiful today...coveted to do nothing but be afloat with this beautiful autumn, romance, sense of being lost on the right path and alike...

simply dressed man  with an honest smile,  on the road, for a journey called lifetime... a long-haul, on the road... every highway with that honest smile, every mountain with the same drive... writing his journal, riding his truck... child in me asked him, " why do we seek to travel far and wide,  when every breath is a journey, we take towards the destination? " very pragmatically, he answered " some stay some vanish... we fight, we feign, we contemplate  but, we keep breathing unaware of  being wiped away, one figment at a time... day in day out, its a journey, make that count " shiny quizzical eyes of a familiar stranger of a traveller,  a story teller learning lessons from the roads,  rivers and air  to  keep walking, keep moving and  keep flowing, and when the end comes,  be rest assured that you made it count!...

ek puraana mausam lauta,  yaad bhari purvayi bhi.... aisa to kam hi hota hai, wo bhi ho tanhayee bhi.... khwaab tha shayad, khwaab hi hoga...

Fallen from the sky, suspended mid-air...holding universe, a tiny droplet of sunshine... neither part of the day nor of the night, truly mysterious and sublime... Someone once said, desire and pain were born together, held by the hands of faith, thrust by the winds of hope... Spent in such abode is the reality of happiness and of sorrow... In middle of everything, in between earth and sky...

"peacefully,  the quiet stars came out,  one after one... the holy twilight fell upon the sea, the summer day was done." -  Celia Thaxter  the wonderful panoply of the color magnifies the sunshine... time that is striking yet supple...tender yet proud... lingering by the melancholy skies are the fragrant blossoms of June... asking restless birds hopping on the trees to take rest...it's time... it's time, when strawberries melt over wine... it's time, that solemnizes clarity... the hustle bustle of the streets has come to stand still, yet it is so loud... like ocean breaking at the shore, asking for respite from this endless tyranny...it's time... the shimmering forts of egos melt down, summertime, a flaming torch set out to define... removing deception layer by layer...this year, June has decided to resolve ...it's time!

love for the written word moved a notch higher this weekend...and then there was a beautiful encounter with a cute kitsch start up called 'sunny side up'... it led to creation of a few posters around the most beautiful quotes collected over the week... and those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane  by those who could not hear the music... what you seek is seeking you... the earth has music for those who listen.... do more than exist... believe in magic... salvation is within.. The best project you’ll ever work on is you.... sigh, a wall dedicated to all the tokens and collections of words..

blank canvas and trails of ink always leave fascinating stories.  such  stories, create trails of happiness, surprise, lingering nostalgia and lasting impressions.  imaginations and concoct possibilities by the mark of ink are irreplaceable. laughter that resonates in such stories, contemplation of a quote, pensive tinkering of  destiny,  leaves a mark on everything it touches.  indian henna as ink , hand as canvas & five favorite quotes engraved on my soul are these beautiful lines, inked on my hand, they breathe; respond to every call that excites your soul.... the universe is made of stories.... the world is full of magical things, waiting for our senses to grow sharper.... let the beauty of what you love, be what you do... what you seek, is seeking you.... romance with ink always  yields  beautiful fruits....