COLOURS OF LOVE

 

He handed her a canvas and asked her to paint their love.

but it was late by then, 

She had already given up painting.

The canvas remained blank but her tears painted their love story

©soulsaga

SELF LOVE.. The most underrated form of love

 SELF LOVE 

The most underestimated form of Love.

How many of us practice this form of Love? How many of us exactly know what it means to practice this form of love? I doubt hardly a few.. We live in a world of illusion, we look for things outside without first searching it in ourself. When is the last time we  appreciated ourself for an achievment? when did we last say I am beautiful just standing in front of the mirror? When did we make ourself feel special? When did we last pamper ourself?When did we last forgive ourself instead of carrying the guilt of small little things which hardly matter in this long run of life ..too many questions isn't it but have we ever asked these things to ourself..I believe NO. 

Instead of questioning ourself and finding the answers to these ,all we have done is Expecting..  Expecting to be loved,to be appreciated,to be made feel special, to be longed, to be praised,to be cared for.. We have always wanted validation from others ,we have always been dependent on others for love,for care..In this long run of life all we do is Take ourself for granted.

It is said "Do to yourself what you want others to do to you". You cannot truly love another until you know how to love yourself .To be beautiful in others eyes, you should feel beautiful first. To receive appreciation from others you should first learn to Pat your own back first. We must remember..A jar which is filled to it's brim has only the potential to overflow but with a half full jar it is never possible. 

Don't look for validation from others, don't expect people to appreciate you, to pamper you to make you feel special  

Do things for yourself first, be your own hero,pamper yourself with self love,it's the best medicine and see life would change around you.People wouldn't be depressed anymore,people wouldn't die of neglect,of lack of love, everything would be beautiful around. Be your own best friend,pat your own back when you achieve something ,big or small doesn't matter, smile in front of the mirror say to yourself "mein apni fav Hoon" ,laugh a lot, treat yourself with things you like be it gulping down buckets of ice cream or chocolate laden brownies, pamper yourself, take care of your body,it's the only place you get to live, buy your own birthday gifts,take your own decisions,take frequent breaks, spend quality time in nature,exercise regularly,practice gratitude,give yourself sufficient ME time.Trust me there is nothing wrong with practicing Self Love rather it  rejuvenates you/recharges your  mind, makes you ready for the errands that life throws upon you.

Remember You are important not for anyone else but for yourself first .Affirm this to yourself 1000 times a day and once you have imprinted this thought in ur mind and heart  you shall start seeing the miracle happen in your  life. 

Life is too short..Don't make the bad days think you have a bad life. Take life positively and take yourself seriously,do things for yourself orelse you would die regretting and complaining of things you could have done for yourself..I have met a lot of people in my life who constantly complain of things they didn't do in life because life and priorities took over.. be it family pressure,be it children, be it their own fear, or be it the pressure of society and all they have now is baggages of regrets that they would carry with themselves till the very end.I don't want things to be that way for us.The time is NOW start taking the control of your life before life takes control of you. 

You have been criticizing yourself for years and it hasn't worked. Try approving of yourself and see what happens 

The time is NOW and the power is with YOU.. Improvement always begins with I.Remember your imperfections make  you beautiful and you are capable of amazing things.Start practicing it from this very moment and each day would be no less than a celebration.

The SO CALLED SANSKAAR!

 He saw her puffy swollen eyes

He heard her quivering tone

He saw her thoughts,her identity being crushed under the patriarchy of so called society norms.

yet he chose to stay mum,

yet again ..

His so called 'sanskaar' towards his parents won the battle against his responsibility towards his better half.

does humanity really exist? is it wrong to point out something that is actually wrong and u call it a progressive world..

©soulsaga

PAINTBRUSH

 she was a dreamer

she dreamt from the bristles of her paint brush..

all she wanted was to paint the world with her artsy strokes

but

 she was the Michaelangelo of her life 

so she chose to paint herself first with the happy colours of love and positivity..

For her, Happiness smelt like her colour drenched paintbrushes

©soulsaga

इन्द्रधनुष

 तेरे प्यार ने इस कदर रंग दिया हमें 

की आब तोह

 परछाई भी इन्द्रधनुष सी दिखने लगी है 

©soulsaga

MIRAGE & OASIS

The roads that were so familiar yesterday,

now leads me to a mirage of dreams.

Standing on the dunes of reality,

my blurry eyes still keep searching for the Oasis.

©soulsaga

TIME & DISTANCE

 Time creates the longest distance between two hearts and 

Distance makes the heart grow fonder with time..

What if the Distance din't exist and neither did time.

will the vibrations of heart be felt all the time??

Time and distance, still a complex subject as it used to be in school..

©soulsaga

DIRECTION OF DREAMS

 The darkness had now ended and the clouds stopped pouring.

As the beam of sunlight entered the porch,

she stoop up straight, 

smiled and

straightened her crown.

Though broken yet, 

her wings still carried her dreams.

And as she started flying high with those clipped wings..

the sky changed its colours,

the winds showed her path.

A thousand eagle eyes gazed her every second but

 she kept soaring high in the direction of her dreams..

©soulsaga

MOMENTS

 Value Time

Value People

Value Moments 

for Moments are much more worth than MEMORIES.

©soulsaga

NAMI..

 Aaj fir uski ankhon mein  Nami si thi..

Dil dhadak raha tha par, saansein thami si thi..

thhe ankhon mein hazaro khwaab, par sab dhundle Nazar aaye..

khwaabon k asshiyan jaise toot se Gaye.

kuch haseen khwaabon ke karvan sajaye thhe usne..

Dil mein pyaar ke hazaro shamma jalaye thhe usne..

Aaya ek jhonka aaur Sab bikhar Gaya

Dil ka manzar jaisey achanak toot sa Gaya

Badalneki aadat to thi mausam ki humesha..

par yaar badalne mein mausam ko peechey chod Gaye..

©soulsaga

SECOND SELF

 She was a pearl with a fragile heart.

It was tugged and shattered into parts.

He picked her up from solitude,

he calmed her mourning soul.

He lent her pieces of his own

and stitched those missing parts.

He mended her broken wings,

he gave her reason to smile.

He made her believe in herself again 

and gave her a reason to fly.

He knew she would fly away and never to return back.

His heart was heavy, 

he was broken yet he chose to make her laugh.

Love found a place again,lit his gloomy soul

Flowers bloomed in his barren heart with all the spring hues..

The world was suddenly beautiful and 

days were dreamy nights

There was nothing to fret about 

for smiles had replaced the teary eyes.

Days passed into months and months into years.

and finally the day came to confront his fears.

His heart skipped a beat as he opened up the cage.

She stared at him shocked yet with eyes full of rage.

The cool air came dancing in,the birds called her name.

He smiled with his mourning eyes setting her heart aflame.

He hugged her tight as he bid her bye,

and suddenly everything in the world seemed a lie.

She hugged him back with head buried in his chest from darkness to gloam.

for she had now began realizing it wasn't the cage but his heart that felt like home

©soulsaga

KAASH..

 Kaashh!!

Kaash na hota...

Toh.. kaisa hota??

©soulsaga

THE MASK

 And yet another mask on the already masked face

Yet couldn't hide those atrocious eyes.

The world blamed Covid.

And I blamed the world..

©soulsaga

SHE

 She was just like the sand.

No matter how hard he tried to hold her,

she kept on slipping from his hand.

He never gave up, 

for he was just like the ocean who never stopped kissing the shoreline 

no matter how many times she sent him back.

©soulsaga

BROKEN WINGS

 she was an angel with broken wings

all she wanted, was to fly.

the world wanted to cage her down

and make her crawl with frown

©soulsaga

THEY SAID...

 They said..

Girl and a male friend!!

            must be characterless!!

they said..

Girl and short clothes

           must be bad parenting!!

they said..

Girl and a night shift job!!

           must be a slut!!

they said..

30 and not yet married

          must be ugly!!

they said..

married yet without sindoor

         must be wanting attention!!

they said..

husband cooking for her

          must be dominating!!

they said..

successfull career

          must be sleeping with her boss!!

they said..

financially independent 

          must be egoistic !!

they said..

married yet no baby 

          must be an infecund!!

they said ..

early pregnancy 

          must be too desperate!!

they said..

mother and a full time job 

          must be ambitious!!

they said..

nuclear family

           must be hating her inlaws

And..

 they kept on saying and saying 

and it never ended.

Who are they?

U and I a part of this callous society!!

©soulsaga

COMPANION

 Lost in thoughts, with sunken eyes

 all that the lonely heart wanted was a Companion, 

A companion,

who would untangle the tangled hairball of emotions in her heart and soul.

someone,

 who would patiently listen to the whispers of her scars.

someone,

 who would  explore that which lies unexplored within her.

someone ,

who would dry those invisible tears.

She wanted someone who could touch her soul before reaching out for her body

& then

God answered ..

He entered her life 

and a thousand stars lit up the gloomy sky, 

a thousand flowers bloomed in her cactus garden....

©soulsaga

THE TWIN FLAME ENCOUNTER

They met after ages.

As he took her hand in his hand, time stood still.

She was his everything.

She was his twin flame, a  much part of him as the very flesh and bones that made him. She was far away yet very near to him..she was with him,in him,in everything he said and did. She was the very measure of his dreams.

She had given him so much of herself,yet she was like the moon to her sea, she knew they can't get united but they lived in each other's existence as reflection. They viewed each other, influenced each other from far of and when she would crave for that touch, that feel, the sea would roar with high tides trying to embrace her.. 

Their's was a love story that no one could ever understand so incomplete yet so complete.

Their's was a story of true love  that stood the test of time.

He clasped her hands tight and kissed it, a thousand memories flashed before her eyes..memories that she had treasured safely in the deepest chamber of her heart but could no more. They finally made their way out of those Kohl laden eyes. Her  voice quivered as she shed those pearls of dew drops.He started kissing those dew drops which were now a steady stream.Her sobs were getting louder and louder .She hugged him tight,never to leave him again.

As she got lost in him, a phone call from her daughter brought her back to reality.She was back to her normal mode again and started stealing eyes from that one who was no one yet everyone for her..