Yellow Hibiscus

And then I found you,
Yellow Hibiscus.
That very yellow...the assuring one.
Not pale, not too bright.
Just that calm,
Just that sensitive enough.
I love your vulnerability,
Your not-smelling smell,
Moves me.
Gives me a little hope,
That you won't smile,
That you won't frown,
That you won't want,
That you won't command,
You will last neutrally
Just that long,
Yellow Hibiscus...

Candid...

People are frank sometimes and I appreciate that. A friend recently remarked, how bland the personal side of my virtual life appeared to him. He was referring to my relationship status of course on social networking sites, taking it as a measure of what he presumed, the "colourless" personal life I had. I smiled an unconvincing smile, and ended up laughing at myself as one belonging to "the old school" ;)

On second and third thoughts today, his remark appeared to me as a reflection of the sensational personal lives people wish to lead these days, with "fun" relationships. Different people, different choices, different attitudes. Ackowledged.

Let me be frank too. Its not the old school-whool. The concept of "relationships" bamboozles me totally yaar! Whats all this hubbub about relationships anyway? I believe in love! :) Idealistic, simplistic, generalized, hasty, sweeping as it might sound. But I do not understand these compulsory columns to be filled in...with a sensational use of relationships that end up dying after their short short short expiry dates...People make-up, break-up, lament, lose, and don't even cry! ;) They don't hum songs thinking of each other, nor do they get nostalgic in busy offices!....Won't do...at all!

It should touch you, move you, change you, build you, and last...last longer than anything you've ever experienced in your brisk Life! :)...Not that "committed" relationship! I am talking of Love! ;)

Wake Up...

There are memories standing

In a crooked line behind you,

And there are moments waiting outside

Your door...

Knocking and giggling.

Let them in. Them All.

Look at those rays of gold

That stretch on your window,

Call them in too.

Bend them into a crown,

Or, wear them as your little Halo...

Why should that unsure hand support?

Go, get yourself that iridescent dress,

That Rainbow...

Wait no more for uncertain clouds

To shed those warm, clear tears...

Go out bare feet

And wash your precious Self,

The happy rains are here.

Bitterness is sad, pathetic but sometimes, inevitable. For a creative person, its like poison. It kills the artist in you, depriving you of the tranquility you so badly need for synchronizing your thoughts. For the cheerful and dreamy human being its a sad reminder of the thorns which one needs to fall on in life and how! But for the wise soul, its another opportunity to assess the world around and drain out the bitter potions that deter one's growth as a happy, complete, satisfied individual.

P.S.- And here you have a new preacher in the making! ;)