tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71131361059862614152024-02-20T20:51:41.030-08:00Maya's MysticMaking way for my words into this concrete world, I want to fulfill my own quest of justifying the other dimension of my life, that I have been living in.Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-4012050890680090022022-03-13T12:26:00.000-07:002022-03-13T12:26:24.955-07:00Love potion<p>I'm out of breath, waiting to get some of yours.</p><p>Let me lay besides you, until your kiss secures.</p><p><br /></p><p>You say you like, how I taste when we kiss,</p><p>Know that there's more of me, to taste like this.</p><p><br /></p><p>I like the uprising warmth of your skin,</p><p>That slowly turns unstoppable, from within.</p><p><br /></p><p>When you penetrate my solitary soul in confine,</p><p>I want you to reach far, as we entwine.</p><p><br /></p><p>Touch me there, like you want to fathom the whole ocean.</p><p>Wrap me in your arms, give me your love potion.</p><p><br /></p>Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-70231270438999118242020-06-13T07:37:00.000-07:002020-06-13T07:37:29.619-07:00Footprints<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Like walking in the snow towards an exile,<br />
Like silencing the tears, sealing each smile.<br />
<br />
What's waging within, isn't an empty air,<br />
It'll emerge someday, despite the mask we may wear.<br />
<br />
Amid this conflict, distances have become real,<br />
Even the cloud of memories, is no more surreal.<br />
<br />
What's to be set free, what's to be conquered?<br />
Many lives in this lifetime, we have wandered.<br />
<br />
The footprints will hold the story of each scar,<br />
Your combats will shape, what you'll be and who you are!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjNNaXhs75cWmMOeZoQHKuZMIgIlUODZ2kHKOsWuX58aUz4tCtdsfU27T_iXsoI5pJSk-6rveVdS8DJFe6KtjwdTjj6hxwygKZqdRkJdkViESh-12k9x2-otCtAPWQ0XJVP6zj9q7LDuE/s1600/IMG-20191224-WA0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjNNaXhs75cWmMOeZoQHKuZMIgIlUODZ2kHKOsWuX58aUz4tCtdsfU27T_iXsoI5pJSk-6rveVdS8DJFe6KtjwdTjj6hxwygKZqdRkJdkViESh-12k9x2-otCtAPWQ0XJVP6zj9q7LDuE/s320/IMG-20191224-WA0006.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
</div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-89066676669425234532020-05-19T11:27:00.000-07:002020-05-19T11:27:57.035-07:00Waqt ka sawaal ya Sawaal waqt ka?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNvB8_okRYkJ3ZknAcXsD4JytKqJlC9WgNo9WqT_pXtYKcUi0Zk60gElx8UsGu-Frjjt-t0d_xvEu8JdbtrR0aKo3FxmDpbMrx0TNRuu2krF-PDjaUqgo09O7FEU3gy1XQ9fQBCLtHHg/s1600/IMG_20191117_225826.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXNvB8_okRYkJ3ZknAcXsD4JytKqJlC9WgNo9WqT_pXtYKcUi0Zk60gElx8UsGu-Frjjt-t0d_xvEu8JdbtrR0aKo3FxmDpbMrx0TNRuu2krF-PDjaUqgo09O7FEU3gy1XQ9fQBCLtHHg/s320/IMG_20191117_225826.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
❔❔❔❔</div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">In uljhe sawalon me, kahi uljha waqt toh nahi,</span></div>
<span style="color: white; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">
Jo galat lage aaj, woh ek pal tha sahi.<br />
Yeh wohi sawaal hai, jinse roz ladte hai hum,<br />
Kaise mitayenge inhe, kab badlega ye aalam.<br />
Badalte waqt ko dekh, lagta hai ki hum sambhal payenge,<br />
Jo ruki saans toh, kambakht sawaal bhi ruk jayenge.</span><br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-69681992715777481312019-11-25T08:44:00.000-08:002019-11-25T08:44:22.193-08:00 Don't I know me by now?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
Today I found myself wandering in the past, coming back with something I wasn't consciously looking for.<br />
I had found the thread between something and the noise within.<br />
But what's wrong once again?<br />
The stillness I seek for, has malfunctioned within me.<br />
<br />
I am still, but in a strange discomfort co-existing with the weariness.<br />
A precarious time, or a fleeting moment, I fail to know what I seek for.<br />
But I slowly realize that there is something that refuses to leave me.<br />
<br />
Is my soul stuck in a time loop?<br />
Letting go of something is agonizing, but the drag of moving on with it could be greater.<br />
So, don't I know me? Don't I know me by now?<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-83158825552388835432019-11-25T08:24:00.000-08:002019-11-25T08:24:49.296-08:00Unsettling peace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Why does life seem reduced to plethora of to-do's, errands and unending disappointments?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Why does the mind feels like a cage, far from discovering my individual sky?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Why is my soul getting tired?</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am empty, I am numb.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is not exactly what I think and seek.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don’t even know whether I am sad, or mad.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What I am feeling inside is so familiar yet so strange that most of the time I can barely hear my own self. And this heavy feeling on my chest, is seeming to be the thing that I had never been able to get rid of.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But I am safe here, in the silence of my conscience.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can only hope that one day, I would wake up in the morning discovering that Life is normal again.</span></div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-61057888921865138062018-10-23T00:14:00.000-07:002018-10-23T00:14:14.803-07:00What are we so busy about?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; text-align: left;">Although we hold a growing desire to engage, we don’t always have an outlet to make peace with our insecurities.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span>
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;">Socrates had once said ~ "Beware the barrenness of a busy life."</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;">It's so rare to have love, and even more rare to have someone who really loves you, cares for you and supports you.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; text-align: justify;">But....We Are Busy! </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; text-align: justify;">So busy that we forget people who love us, we can't see people offering care and support that is right in front of us.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></span>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When someone reaches out to you, our super busy schedules makes it look like a burden. And then responding to someone's </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">love and caring seems like a pressure.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">How you reciprocate, is a choice, perhaps the most empowering one.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">But....We Are Busy!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">We want to believe that there is a lot of time and there are lot of such people who will always be there for us. </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Sure, social network is always there for you, but often this doesn’t fully clear the fog within you, does it?</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Remember, Love stays forever, People don't.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">You can close your eyes to things you don’t want to see, you can cover your ears to things you don't want to hear. </span>But you can't close your soul to the things you don’t want to feel.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Love is not what you feel for yourself, it's what you feel and do for others.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Near and long distance are aspects of space and time. Love is beyond that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When we discern this, love blossoms and bliss soars in the here and now.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="text-align: left;">But....We Are Busy! </span><span style="text-align: left;">What are we so busy about?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
</div>
</div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-26994426968898995092018-10-23T00:03:00.000-07:002018-10-23T00:03:17.049-07:00Have I found it?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I know I have not been posting that frequently on this blog.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Why?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Well, I guess I was busy with some priorities, and maybe because I didn't feel that dire urge to bleed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">No, No! Nothing like a writing block or depression or something. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Just that it felt like the purpose with which I began here, had taken a shift.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It is hard to forget something that gives you many things to remember.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I missed something.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Something like missing a big piece in the puzzle?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And we mortals are built to endure what we truly miss, don't we?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So, here I am!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But..have I found it?</span><br />
<br /></div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-62640635532458238442018-04-03T13:36:00.000-07:002018-09-23T21:46:21.755-07:00Dismal desire. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div>
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<div dir="ltr">
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><br />I met a soul who interested me,</span></div>
<div dir="ltr">
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">And kissed away my doubts you see.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr">
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div dir="ltr">
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">He believed in us and that our souls would rhyme,<br />And affirmed that'll be the case each time.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr">
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div dir="ltr">
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I held his hand and promised to be there,<br />To run my fingers through his ruffled hair.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr">
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div dir="ltr">
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">He strives to make it for he knows I care,<br />I'm stuck in a time loop that ends nowhere.</span></div>
<div dir="ltr">
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div dir="ltr">
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I perched at a place where he doesn't remember me,</span></div>
<div dir="ltr">
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">A dismal desire wails, that </span><span style="font-size: large;">we are meant to be.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><span style="color: purple; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><b>"Even if hope shatters, it rules when it was alive. And it's effect stays with us forever." </b></span></i></span></div>
</div>
</div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-81636805706766477122017-02-05T22:46:00.003-08:002017-02-05T22:46:53.854-08:00I knew the power of those moments.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<b>She: Why am I sweetly suffocating?<o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<b>He: Because you haven't yet given in?<o:p></o:p></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<b>She: Given in to what?</b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<b>He: Your impulses.</b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<i><br /></i>
<i>He showed me that dream, and helped me rise,</i><br />
<i>He allowed me to love him, and moments to reprise.</i><br />
<i>Overlooking the sanity, a mystic was about to emerge,</i><br />
<i>My eyes had then found a sea to submerge.</i><br />
<b><br /></b>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><b>She:You announced to publish something on THIS weekend for your readers?!</b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="background-color: white;"><b>He: I got one life Honey, and I'm in no illusion that we're
immortal.</b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<i>When immense passion I witness in his brown seductive eyes,</i><br />
<i>It is the dance of my soul and where my strongest will lies.</i><br />
<i>This endless something that I breathe deep inside,</i><br />
<i>Propels me towards him and moments I have to abide.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<b>She: What is this between us? Who are we to each other?</b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<b>He: This is Freedom and that's what we are to each other.</b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<i><br /></i>
<i>And then he said to me, "When the curtains of love and joy will unveil,</i><br />
<i>We'll see us creating a future, and in its moments we'd always prevail."</i><br />
<i>I sometimes wonder, if Time knows about our feelings, fantasies and need,</i><br />
<i>For I knew the power of those moments, but Time just like him, loves speed.</i></div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-22162302119765584262016-01-28T00:10:00.001-08:002016-01-28T00:15:18.077-08:00"Jo bhi main Kehna chahun, barbaad karen alfaaz mere......."<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">A breeze, a quiver and a myriad of feelings....</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The mind quickly travels back in time.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Like in the Story, I am with him. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">We are alone. Temporarily! </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Sigh....!</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I still remember how we started talking.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I still remember the color of his eyes.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I still remember how unsettling the moonlight used to be.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I still remember the unison.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I still remember the signs.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I still remember the futile serendipity.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I still remember the Story.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Feelings are wonderful! Only if they'd come with a hurt-proof guarantee.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And what it is that hurts? The Lie or the Truth?</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The Story is perennial. It's there in the back of my mind, no matter how distracted I am.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And each time I fail to get a logical answer to this, I am left to wonder what's written on the footnote of my soul. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Well! Let me not try to word the Story at all. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">This song from the movie 'Rockstar' seems so apt.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Jo bhi main Kehna chahun, barbaad karen alfaaz mere......." </span><span style="font-family: georgia, 'times new roman', serif;">("Whatever I wish to say, my words destroy it all.")</span></div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-37789267488430281422016-01-05T03:01:00.000-08:002016-01-05T03:01:39.556-08:00A Truth much far away.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">When we met, he
was like an open wound, merely surviving,</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">A quiver from his touch, and my soul would begin it's craving.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Every pore came open with an ultimate dream,<br />
Not knowing how, I believed that I knew about him.</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Becoming oblivious to all the how's and why's,<br />
Undefined, unconfined, the vibes had then begun to rise.</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">On a full moon
night, the traces of hope came together,<br />
Whilst at the sea, gathered sand was taking shape forever.</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We were quietly
gifted, blissful and carefree.</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">
From many such lifetimes, this one was chosen to be.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Once when I looked in the mirror, I found myself in his disguise,</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A tiny breakthrough had taken, reality by surprise.</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The answers came in, when I found a shadow aside;</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I wondered it's existence and where my emotions now reside.</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Baffled in resentment, my soul is struggling to replete,</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Not knowing whether the twain shall ever meet.</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Why is the
distance so near, and why does nearness disobey?</span><br />
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">
Bricked in the shadow, is a truth much far away.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br /></div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-68458725350760662972016-01-05T01:15:00.000-08:002016-01-05T01:15:14.069-08:00Time!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A song is playing
in the background</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Time fails to stand still. In fact, it </span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">quickly travels back where every brick
was loved.</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Time!</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Why do I
breathe the Time in, when I want it out? </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Why did I want to believe in you, when I had faith in Time?</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Why I kept gathering the slipping moments, and why you kept up your Time for the world?</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When even a
breath couldn’t pass through the both of us, how did Time pass through?</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">How punctual was Time really then?</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
</div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-86686900249738409962016-01-05T00:50:00.001-08:002016-01-05T00:53:29.553-08:00I am here again....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am here again, and the memories unwind,<br />
Feelings runneth over me, unconfined.<br />
I am here again, whilst the times rewind,<br />
An ice breaker sets in, between heart, soul and mind.<br />
I am here again, helplessly on a path undefined,<br />
My eyes seeking for a diversion, but tough to find.<br />
I am here again, I see myself floating on a song,<br />
Wonder what lies beyond it, right or wrong.<br />
I am here again, where I quietly belong,<br />
And where Time has forever agreed to prolong.</div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-50571568656873355202015-11-05T11:35:00.000-08:002015-11-05T11:35:55.555-08:00Unfortunate quandary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In a sharp contrast to my usual way of sinking into the storm of thoughts and trying to maintain the state of mind, I decided to instill the calmness of tons of storms in me and have a No Mind state.<br />
Sounds bizarre?! Perhaps.<br />
<br />
I am still. Yet again. And in this stillness, one thing dawns upon me....<br />
Moments are always nuetral. Feelings become grotesque. Figments screw things up.<br />
<div>
The problem with mind is that it can conjure up boundaries and also have eternal longings for the soul. So, what do you do next?</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Penetrate through the boundaries and chuck the longings.<br />
And here you are! The most fictional character of your own lifetime.<br />
Such an unfortunate quandary!<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-21222838600000355512015-11-05T10:55:00.000-08:002015-11-05T10:55:32.877-08:00Equipoise<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When I wished for words, I had silence.<br />
When I wished silence, I had a poetry.<br />
When I wished to smile, I had a miracle<br />
When I wished to be, I had You.<br />
..And then when I wished equipoise, I had Maya.<br />
<br />
"Maya". A word that brings me back to life, each time I come across it.<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-29537225411938295092015-05-25T10:03:00.000-07:002015-05-25T10:09:08.061-07:00Colors<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And then the mighty wind stopped, when it caught a crimson leaf; </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Howling in a former rage, had come to change its belief.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The wind murmured another blow, towards a waterfall; </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Drenched the leaf with colors, of love and all.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A pure and fresh drizzle, smelling lavender of another kind; </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Holding its colors, but source of respite was tough to find.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The blows now slowed down, a silence of some sort; </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The mighty wind had puffed lavender in retort.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The leaf kept swirling, in mixed beliefs it bred; </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">New colors emerging, to what is meant and what is said.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-26625889967100044922015-02-19T01:02:00.000-08:002015-02-19T01:02:32.421-08:00Floodgates.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Standing in the heavy downpour, of feelings like never before;</div>
<div>
A storm raging within, as fiercely as the one outdoor.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<div>
The soil below my feet, crunching with each step;</div>
</div>
<div>
Deafening roars within, I have barely slept.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Amid this turbulence like the shifty weather,</div>
<div>
Caress me to sleep until the absence of a fear.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Like the fiery water wanting to breakout;</div>
<div>
<div>
Floodgates of my soul, it is all about.</div>
</div>
</div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-2123553872997172572014-09-08T03:09:00.002-07:002014-09-08T03:09:38.237-07:00Once Again?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #292f33;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #292f33; line-height: 20px;">Restricting our hearts, and sometimes the mind,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #292f33; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Restricting our ships, the storms of every kind.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #292f33; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">What had ignited once, is still burning deep,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #292f33;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Let's lay low, while the storms take a leap.</span></span><span style="color: #292f33;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #292f33;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #292f33;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Why this pain of missing due to a trivial cause?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #292f33; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Why did we allow the Truth to pause?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #292f33; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Successful are some battles, and some are never ending'</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #292f33; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">But my love for you, forever I'd keep sending.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="color: #292f33;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #292f33;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">To love you, and to find you in me,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #292f33; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">To be everything to you, as the Truth now I see.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #292f33; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Can we now, kiss away each other's pain?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #292f33; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;">Can we now, gather the sand once again?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #292f33; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
</div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-72742677675401303852014-08-24T02:03:00.000-07:002014-08-24T03:03:29.885-07:00Temet Nosce!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Very often, our ideas about what something means, are not our own. They’re all extracted from the external world around us. Be it people, literature or social network, etc.<br />
The fact is that, we have allowed them to become enormously powerful forces, who define what we want and our perception about ourselves. <br />
I aint writing this post to criticize our way of thinking these ideas, but that we should ensure that we own them, and that we’re truly the architects of our own lives. <br />
It's already bad to not get what you want, but it’s worst to realize in the end that the idea of what's wanted for yourself, isn't really what you wanted all this while.<br />
It is precarious phase in which we dont know what we are waiting for and also looking for something.<br />
So, keep finding it until you know what you want. Know what you want. Know yourself. Temet Nosce!</div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-67882286664317736722014-07-28T00:57:00.000-07:002014-07-28T00:57:19.554-07:00Writing, a liberation.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;">
<span lang="EN-IN" style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It feels like screaming into a void when the </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">lines in my head are looking for desperate ways to find that spark on a page. </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sigh..! Writing, is so liberating!</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;">
<span lang="EN-IN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The craving to grab a pen or your keypad and write frantically...Sigh again!</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;">
<span lang="EN-IN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It's
always tough to resist being in this madness for a long time.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Perhaps it's slowly turning into a vice now.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;">
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A bizzare idea. A good build up...that's what I'm looking for my next post.</span></div>
</div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-3410778146350080542014-06-25T08:56:00.000-07:002014-06-25T08:56:43.798-07:00Will we ever stay....?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: 'Droid Sans', 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 1.429em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
You held my hand, so differently, the first date we had met,<br />
The distance was so near, although wasn't visible yet.<br />
Something like a jolt or a lightning of some kind,<br />
Just another girl I thought and drifted off in my mind.</div>
<div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: 'Droid Sans', 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 1.429em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
You longed for her, and for gathering the sand,<br />
But she wasn’t there, so I extended my hand.<br />
Time passed by and I've no clue how,<br />
I clinged to life on phone with you somehow.</div>
<div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: 'Droid Sans', 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 1.429em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
And so, Mother Nature responded during the times we spent,<br />
We became good friends and that's how it all went.<br />
Somehow I knew it meant more than that,<br />
I kept staring at my feelings and expressions in your chat.</div>
<div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: 'Droid Sans', 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 1.429em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
Even when it felt so right, we were on different pathway,<br />
For I know no reason, why you let it slip away.<br />
We didn’t see each other much thereafter,<br />
For there was very little time, we had together.</div>
<div style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: 'Droid Sans', 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 1.429em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
I am not the same without you in my life,<br />
My eyes look for you, with much pain and strife.<br />
My eyes still get caught in your brown seductive eyes,<br />
I pretend, I mask and each time a feeling dies.<br />
<br />
This time we had to leave, a painful sight for me,<br />
I wish we could make love, before we were set free.<br />
One last kiss,one last hug, one last chance,<br />
I'll treasure us making love, even if its just a glance.</div>
</div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-13794253606532113632014-04-12T03:55:00.001-07:002014-04-12T03:59:01.545-07:00It's time, M!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My soul is anxiously swaying to his and trying to hold whats fleeting.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Seems like some dark cloud cover..</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Feels like his last weapon just got flung away..</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Look! His opponents have hit him real bad.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I know that despite being wrecked, he has you with him to knock out his opponents.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But first, we must carry him to home safe.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Faster!</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">...</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">His eyes are shutting!!</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sigh! </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There... you are!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I can see the rage in your bloodshot eyes, M!</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It’s time, M! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">To live your promise!</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> To repossess him!</span> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
</div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-88745064961582441182014-03-31T07:53:00.003-07:002014-03-31T07:53:34.692-07:00Come Peace!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">That whim, that spirit, stares at me with its hurting pride,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Diminishing it's traces, while I see something growing inside.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">What needed me, to consent to that will,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">My soul screams back, the same reasons still.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Something that has called, this silence overdue,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #292f33; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Has now willed, nothing to pursue..</span></span></div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-8249523104782620422014-03-16T12:59:00.001-07:002014-03-16T12:59:57.340-07:00Tiny poem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfunoswI16uXNC6G2QP3i-32L3-fOI7lSo7BYJ_2U5sh3xKHxe5MxPorYF88auME4heAO3M2N2VBBMHw8XABiK5eHyUmPaQ0ZNXdS9lwO2S75s5Fujv9lcghCxwQuL3vv4nSlwFbTHyoM/s1600/Sam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfunoswI16uXNC6G2QP3i-32L3-fOI7lSo7BYJ_2U5sh3xKHxe5MxPorYF88auME4heAO3M2N2VBBMHw8XABiK5eHyUmPaQ0ZNXdS9lwO2S75s5Fujv9lcghCxwQuL3vv4nSlwFbTHyoM/s1600/Sam.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></div>
<br /></div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113136105986261415.post-48319151606928390022014-02-13T00:30:00.002-08:002014-02-13T00:30:28.669-08:00Stalking your Muse.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="text-align: left;">
<div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">To pen down your words in the absence of your muse, is like handling those super excited toddlers. You can somehow manage to align them towards a path, but they will keep running wherever they want to..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have a friend, who is a writer, who apparently finds his muse when he is in water. Be it while he is scuba diving or swimming or simply in the shower. And I know by now, that he keeps a waterproof slate handy. Ha ha. I don't know why, but I find it so romantic and cute!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I remember that from the time I began to get intrigued by sorcery, I used to imagine being an enchantress as well as a companion to a writer. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well! I think I tried my best, and</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> here's what I've always wanted to say to that writer ~</span></div>
</div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"</i></span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">You wished me in human form, and here I am;</i></div>
<div>
<i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Your words I breathe, break open its dam;</i></div>
<div>
<i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Do what holds meaning to you, and leave the rest;</i></div>
<div>
<i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Don't surrender to the darkness, but surround it's crest.</i></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Embrace me, take me as a refuge;</i></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Make love to me, while I become your muse."</i></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">~ Maya</span><br />
<br /></div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Love your muse, who gives your words a direction and an emotional connect. </span></div>
</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Someday you will realize that e</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">very milestone you achieve in your writing journey,</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> was an accolade to that only muse of yours. And when you get stuck, start stalking your muse.</span><br />
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“</span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.</i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">” </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">~ Stephen King, Bag of Bones</span></div>
</div>
</div>
Mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07866184460379061715noreply@blogger.com0