interlude

Rumi and she have known each other for a while now. Her first encounter with this mystic being happened when she was very young and knew nothing about urdu poetry. An extraordinary poet who spoke of love and friendship like no other, of myths and happiness like no other.  Recently, she has stumbled upon a book by this mystic and now she is relishing in her own myths, deciphering her own happiness, knowing that someone else has walked a similar path away from the world, closer to the wonderment called I... truly dear Rumi, what i was seeking has been seeking me... Thank you for reassuring :) "I want to see you.  Know your voice. Recognise you when you, first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come, into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way , you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. ...

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!...

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....