Riches


A lone figure, she stood leaning against the stalwart tree that gave her solace and support ever since she was little child. A delicate, beautiful girl she was, with dark, almond shaped eyes carefully lined with kohl, her oiled hair neatly braided into a perfect plait with jasmine flowers entwined and a flimsy white veil covering her head. Her plain glass bangles and anklets tinkled with her slightest movement, echoing into the empty night sky.

The glimmer of the moon fell upon her soft face and the wind whispered into her ear, “Dream…”
She smiled to herself, closed her eyes and let her dreams transform her world.

There was the princess, sitting majestically on the royal swing in the garden, with two maids on either side, simply waiting for her command. Her exquisite saree trailed on the ground as she swayed back and forth on the swing. Golden bangles shimmered on her wrist, silver anklets adorned her feet and, in place of a while veil, was an intricately woven kashmiri shawl covering her head. She could hear the faint trickle of water from the large marble fountain across the garden, while the sound of trumpets echoed into the warm summer air, announcing the arrival of the queen.

She knew what the queen would say now. She remembered those words that were repeated to her whenever she managed to drift of into a world of her own.

“Silly girl, riches do not buy you happiness!”

And she was jolted out of her fantasy, as she stared at her mother. She quickly picked up the bucket filled with water, and ran towards home, with one quick glance at the moon. There would always be a tomorrow… To dream…
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(The painting of the woman was done by Raja Ravi Verma. I absolutely adore his paintings, and I hope, whenever you have the time, you will be able to take a look at his amazing artwork).
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Essence


Another event.
Another futile attempt.
Another fusion of dulcet words.
Another manifestation of my perception.
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There exists in this world,
an unfulfilled soul.
Flitting,
from one notion to the next,
in pursuit of an elucidation.

It is unsuccessful in comprehending,
the delight and despair presented.
It is blinded by its hunt,
for impeccability in this world.

It is engulfed by avarice,
to desire only pleasure
from the luminous reflection
of another,
similar to itself.

It is to stay vexed,
till that juncture in time,
where it will learn
to embrace the bitter and the sweet.

The quest to fathom
the essence of an emotion
is an ordeal like no other.
for there is nothing to affirm
the wishes will cease to exist.

Acquiescence,
that it is an inescapable part,
of the voyage
is a divine realization in itself.
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About Me!

To escape from the humdrum existence people call "life", I explore the jungle of my mind. A meandering path, with thoughts as my obstacles. I put aside the smiling face of my mother, snapshots of holidays with friends, lost memories of my childhood... All in an attempt to find answers to my branching questions.

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