Right To Heels

My heels doesn’t make any noise,

Neither do they shout  pride,

I just let them lift me a little high,

A little closer to the sky,

Some with colors & some with the shine,

They walk like a desire,

The crown of any attire,

If her smile is warmth, heels has the fire,

No attention & no acceptance is required,

Pretty much just my own choice,

Because my heels doesn’t make any noise

The Family Scooter (#DaddyIsPriceless)

I saw this little antique piece & it drove me back to those days with Daddy. The picture had him in the driving seat, my mom at the back holding my younger brother & I was made to stand short n fitted in the space between the handle & the driver's. I was too young to understand  philosophy but those rides taught me a lot. We understood that in life,mom will always be holding a lot more than us in her hands so we need to not make it bumpy for her. The sibling will always be young ,so protect him even if he outgrows. Keep your eyes open,because your family is in your hands. But what I wasn't really prepared was -  losing his hands over mine on the handle. When did my pseudo driving act turned into the real one, I did not get the chance to ask him why so soon ? My hands are still there, perhaps the grip has become more firm. The vision is clearer to me but what can never be back are those random scary turns when I could look up & just see him take care of it for me

War Against Sunrise

There was love in her for the sunrise,
Ever since that particular one that turned her hostile,
While he was leaving for the war,
And that morning saw them together the last time,
For days she would embrace that sunrise,
That wind which still smell his presence,
Those Shining hopes which were immense,
But later when the truth was known,
Here mortal hopes also died,
She felt that everything has been lying,
& so she refused to bend to the glory of sunshine,
From now on, she was seen seating out in the dusk,
Facing the sky until it swallows the light,
When the dark will show her that the sun has also died
She will then end her day with a revengeful sigh,
That if today he isn’t coming back, so do the light.

Wings Of Fire (#Poetry)

Her wings caught fire,
The hopes never died,
Her disability was the fuel,
That kept her going,
With the warmth of the fire,
She embraced her desires,
That golden flame found,
Began to handicap the darkness around,
& what happened next was magical,
She was able to touch the sky,
When it all melted in front of her eyes,
As the sky leaned onto her & brought her sunrise!

In Search Of Light (#ShortStories)

They were strolling across the lanes, when lights & him were the only things in her mind. While he kept walking, she would slow down a bit at times to catch up on the lights in the market. He then realized he would rather have her undivided attention and held her hands to make sure he doesn't let her loose her way again. Hours passed by & they still kept walking. The hands were still held tight & nothing seems to have changed besides that now they both seem to be into the lights. While she came back home alone, she carried a part of the light & left some for him to shine. All that is now in her mind was what if she could've stopped him for one more time , hold his hands ,kissed his night & feel it all over again all that it takes to be in that light.

Travel +1

Yes I'll be your Travel +1,

If you let me make our own maps,

To navigate us to a no land,

If you'll sleep with me under the sky,

And never let me finish counting the stars of the night,

If you'll hold my hands to help me walk,

And take pictures which later I'll realize are mine,

If you'll bring me food that will first melt in our eyes,

And then in our conversations over a coffee time,

If you'll be the warmth when the sun melts down,

And you'll send me the wind to turn around,

If on each mile , we must have talked about a lifetime,

And still I'll have stories waiting for you ,while you are out to find us wine ,

Yes , I'll be your travel +1 ,

And wander until we get wonderfully lost in time !! 

Pangong Lake : Love in Motion

Pangong Tso Lake : Love in Motion 

There are thoughts that this place will stir in your mind and I just had the hurricane moment of my life with the beautiful sights that I saw.  Sharing some thoughts that I've shared  with this magnificent beauty .

When you reach a kind of space,
Where even your thoughts floats out of your brain,
And somewhere between the sky & the lake,
It leaves you with a tiny little tale,
And I too came back with one of my own,
In my careless moment at your shore,
My mere glance offended your soul,
The wave might just have run past my feet,
But it conquered my mind to the very core,
And hence you got my undivided attention,
The sight was toxic, the air was cold,
I was sedated to all this and more,
That moment I knew I’ve lost my heart to you,
If only you can tear my heart,
To see that even it has started to bleed blue.

f love is a battle between connectivity & fondness what wins the race?
Can we be really fond of someone without having  a lot to connect to, Is familiarity a lot important for fondness  or is it pretty human to be fond of things unknown & unrelated ?
If yes, then may be to be in forever kind of love, it’s the fondness that keeps the butterflies alive.
But if not, then is connectivity strong enough to sustain longevity alone? How often can you stay connected in love without having to feel the fondness? 
While I still cannot figure out my answers but I surely did found myself fondly connected to this view.
May be sometimes in life, we cannot just get all of it, we are bound to trade but sometimes in life under a clear sky you get really very lucky to have found love which has both fondness & connectivity .

 And from now...

I shall always remember you as ..

Where blue was made to belong to..