Magic is bound to happen

When not together, words seem to take up,
an unending flow.

There is so much to say and so much to hear.There is so much to understand, and explain. There is so much to feel and make feel.
But when , togetherness come into being, when the separation for so long is over, words lose their path. Words themselves, are lost.

Glances and glimpses , shy smiles, obvious blushes say it all.

Hidden ways of noticing each other , small implications saying "I am there" , naughty smiles , and pondering around each other yet not saying anything , all of this makes the heart feel a strong impulse , makes the love and care pass from one heart to another.

Hold on to yourself.Let words in real sense , do it for once. Let it happen fearlessly. just for once.Magic is bound to happen.

One of a kind..

Pains of the hollow soul;
Soul that was emptied;
Emptied by your magic touch.
Your magic touch, which was an irony.
An irony , to my existence.
My existence as a whole.
As a whole , being far or close to you.
Neither was I so close,
Now was I so far,
That you could not breathe,
That you could not find me.
Emptied souls of solitude,
No other I find.
You left me bewildered,
and one of a kind.

-Alisha

When..

Distances never end,
When i need to reach you.
Summers never come,
When I need the road dry.
Rivers remain still,
When the boat needs to move.

I face slips and falls,
When I need to climb.
You never look back,
When behind , you leave me
Bleeding and weeping,
And there is no herb to heal.

-Alisha

Yesterday

Sometimes, the "today" I live, becomes , a chunk of reality pulled out of the "yesterday" I survived ; tossed up with some experimental inferences i made and the little experiential knowledge i have ; served with a dash of naturalistic implementation.

Not all that I know, and all I do;
Is something fresh and something new.
Some lessons learned were here to stay,
As oblivious memories of "Yesterday".
To let go was when, I did not look back,
To all that turned, the bright to black.
To hold on was when,I walked with it,
All that filled, the deficit.
Sometimes I died, with a throbbing pain,
And wept to heal, but all in vain
. Yet again, at times , I was born;
I softened all the pricking thorns.
A practiced smile ,and hidden tears,
Were friends in times ,of silent fears.
I was with me , when the smiles were true;
And life existed in every hue.
'Each day is a gift, that we call "life"
A gift of comfort, a gift of strife."
These easy words, were hard to learn.
The road was long, and full of turns.
But,
some lessons learned ,were here to stay,
As oblivious memories of "Yesterday".

-Alisha

We call it "life"...

At times, a small thing can touch your soul and leave it in ripples. These ripples keep you alive forever...
You begin experiencing a strange sense of belonging! You begin to live through an "absurd" or rather "mystic" romance...

You might end up feeling, as if you have walked way ahead of your own self... U might feel as if... you hve reached a position frm where u cannot look back..

But NO! you keep dragging urself.. and at sum point of time... u begin incorporating your feeling..your zeal...ur hope n ur dreams.. into this "dragging".. and finally end up calling it "life"....

A SOUL THAT SEEPS INTO MY SKIN...MAKES ME FEEL "LOVE"

"
What gives you a way to be who you are, what gives you a chance to think to yourself...think about yourself, while thinking of what means the world to you is "Love".
"Love".... truly and wholly captivates the life when it exists for real! In whatever you do, you find yourself capable of inducing the same positive vibe, which keeps you going. "Love" can be a small toy, a leaf, the zephyr , the waters, the sky ..love can be "YOu". Depends how you feel it.
Love cannot have a specific definition. It binds your soul to the soul of the world. It attaches you to everything which has felt you. There is love even in silence!
When things around you go wrong, when nothing is as you wanted it to be... slowly a spirit creeps into you, calms you down, makes you feel good and wonderful about who you are but you remain silent, yet feel good about being loved! This silence, this patience is "love"! Love is what makes you feel, love makes you read between the lines... love makes you live! It is the soul of life! Love lies not in reciprocation. Love is to be felt.Truly felt. Love is much above all legal papers, above all that binds you to the earthly belongings. Love makes you free! Love show to you, who you truly are . It makes you feel warm and cared for. It makes you feel complete.
"

Purpose of Survival!

We all, I believe, have some hidden, some cryptic purpose of our lives. Something only which we ourselves , and the God within us is supposed to know. A purpose which separates us from everybody else. May be a simple one, something which might sound very familiar.. but then again.. it is "mine".. Its that feeling of belonging to your purpose, or rather making your purpose belong to you, in a way, it can belong to nobody else. The power in and around you which forces you to look at your purpose with eyes blazing with zeal, which no other soul has ever felt! A part of your soul which no word could touch! The respect in your eyes , for what and how you do things.. that special feeling of knowing that what you do today , is an investment for your future! Because you know you can, and you will do it!! Fighting without fears or inhibitions... Feeling the fire in you. and being comfortable with it ! Making that cryptic purpose of your survival, your passion, your worship and finally your life!! that gives a special feeling. A feeling of triumph. Triumph over your own dark side and living up to your "Purpose of survival"..