Saga Of City Of Dreams

In The City Of Dreams

At Times...It Seems

Somewhere

A Dream is built

With foundations of Hopes and Optimism

While
Somewhere

Destroyed…A Dreamer

With Shattered Aspirations

In The City Of Dreams

It Often Seems…

Both Dawn and Dusk

At Both Horizons

At East And West

Invisibly They Meet

At Every moment

As The Sky Becomes

A Silent Spectator and Witness…

While A Dream is built…Somewhere Shattered a Dreamer at the Same Time

The Essence of Life of A Woman!!

#ItsMeAndMyLife:The Essence Of Living Life Of a Woman!!

SUNSET AT MARINE DRIVES

Sometime It Makes Me Think...

It’s Just About Me and My Life

It’s about

My Choices That Often I make

My Reasons That often Drags Me back

My Excuses That Often I Give out

My Passions That Often I Love

My Fantasies That Often I Treasure

My Realities That Often I suffer

My Glorious Moments That Always I Cherish

My Delights That Often makes me Crazy and Wild

My Ugly feelings That Often I Veil

My Faults That Often Makes Me Fall

My Pain That Often Breaks Me inside

My Hopes That Makes Me Rise From Within 

My Dreams That Gives Me the sight of a new Sky

Where I Can Fly

And the list goes on...

Looking at the Setting Sun

Watching At Its dazzling beams

I feel as if it’s my Own Soul is at The Horizon

Reflecting an Aura of fulfillment and Satisfaction

After a daylong illumination

I lived my Day To the fullest

For the purpose of my creation

And there is an Echo I hear…

That all my tomorrows are going to be full of

Cheers and Laughter

Yes…It’s Just about Me And My Life

The Essence of Living

The Life Of A Women

It’s Me and My Life…. And The Echo Goes on

 



SUNSET AT MARINE DRIVES



Green leaves, Yellow Flowers!!!

 

Green leaves, Yellow Flowers

Somewhere trees adorned with

Emerald foliage, Colorful flora and vibrant  

That’s how spring entered into our lives

It reminds me...

Same trees had once

In autumn, had lost their leaves

Gone through insufferable ache

Life involves Seasons

Happiness and Pain

No matter what happened in past

Always there awaits a blooming season

For us…It’s Life and its Process

 

#HolikaDahan:If Something We Need To Burn

 

If something we need to Burn
Lets Burn ourselves & the impurities within
Unnecessary Ego and Anger
Insecurities, Negative feelings & Fear

Then we will evolve from Fire

To be painted with
Colors of Purity, Positivity and Cheers

 

 

#CelebratingMomentforMyBlog: Chemotherapy could not poison

Hello Friends

As I am celebrating the moments of having crossed 1lakh hits/views on my blog, here is another guest post from a young and enthusiast engineer…Gayathri

A Story - rarest of its own kind - of an unadulterated Love…read
A #CelebratingMomentforMyBlog


Chemotherapy could not poison


Gayathri witnesses a love that stands unaltered by the passage of time, disease and death

The sparse hairs - meager remnants of ravaging chemotherapy - were brushed back neatly from her forehead. The lines of pain on her face were smoothed over with Yardley’s lilac face powder. The dull eyes showed up brighter against the kohl outlines extended outwards from the corners, in an approximation of the ‘fish-shape’ eye makeup so popular years ago. The thick gold mangalsutra weighed down the weak neck. A red scarf was wound around her face, camouflaging the papery skin stretched over the sunken cheeks. Wafts of perfume masked the ripe smell of disease permeating from her skin.

The bindi on her forehead was a scarlet dot between the thin eyebrows. Raj slowly underlined it with a small white dash of ‘udi’ – sacred ash – carefully brought back from the temple, with the hope of infusing the power of prayers into a fast ebbing life. Then he gazed at her for a long minute. “You are beautiful, you know”, he said, gently. And Kala’s face flashed into a satisfied smile.
This happened over twenty years ago. Kala died a couple of days after, slipping into a coma brought on by the metastasis of cancer. Raj died four years later, of what was suspected to be a heart attack, but in reality was probably a broken heart. And this scene has long since been forgotten, expect by the fifteen year-old who happened to witness it.
It didn’t impress me much then – older romances never do, when seen through younger eyes. Back then, it just seemed cheesy and embarrassing.
Now, however, I can see the beauty and pathos behind this little byplay. My grandfather did not say those words because he was sorry for my grandmother, or because he wanted to make her feel better…he truly did feel she was beautiful.  I realize now, that there was no trace of sorrow, pity or commiseration in his statement – it was simply unadulterated love.
Now, I am old enough to realize that a love that can see beauty in a face emaciated by sickness…a love that stands unaltered by the passage of time, disease and death, must have been the rarest and strongest kind of love, indeed.

This post was written by Gayathri and was first published on Bonobology.com.

To read the above story and similar heart touching stories of many sides of couple-hood, relationship…check click on the link.

 http://www.bonobology.com/love/romance/89-an-unadulterated-love-that-even-the-toxins-of-chemotherapy-could-not-poison