Until I write…again!

Hello words! Where have you been? I thought you were hiding in my silence. But when I peeped through the covers, I found silence is sleeping too, alone. I have been searching for you, dear words. What do I do to get you back again? Get a new dose of wisdom, maybe? Read something that stirs my soul? Where do I get these things? Oh dear words, you are so, so missed. Please come back in my life.

Love. It’s there!

A four lettered word that rules the world!

Somebody’s weakness, and somebody’s strength.

Somebody’s silence, and somebody’s love letters written at length.

An invisible thread, it is, that binds.

It’s the universe and an atom too.

It’s a dot, and infinity too.

Found in glimpses, and little acts of care,

It’s there.

A small baby sleeping on mother’s lap,

A kid rejoicing as its hands clap.

The serenity on a fragile old face,

A dad tying son’s shoe lace

A couple’s warm embrace.

A dog’s tail that wags to greet.

Grandma’s preparation for a family treat

Patient ears that listen to their pals’ tweet

A laborer’s tolling  in heat for he has family to feed.

Sweet words of praise,

Good memories in times of haze.

In all these forms and more,

It’s there.

Deep as an ocean, refreshing as rain

In all its forms, it stays

in every nook and corner

throughout the space.

It rules one, it rules all.

It’s in you, it’s in me, it’s in us all.

Talk to my heart when I refuse to listen

When you find me in a mess
And when I refuse to fix myself
Don’t be mad, or disappointed
Don’t tell me what’s right either
Don’t try to fix me
For I know already
all I need to do and be.
In times like these,
I am just tired,
Of everything, of life.
All I need at such a time
Is a warm hug that tells me
I am loved so much.
All I need is you to tell me
That you understand.
Give me that
and you’ll fix me in an instant.

blessed are the hearts that love!

Isn’t love beautiful? You feel happiness overflowing to find them in joy. You cry when they cry. You love them so much that you would rather choose to suffer yourself than see them in pain. Their smile makes your day. Their worries bring frowns on your forehead. You would care for them each time they cross road with you as if they’re still a small kid. You’d feel so content to find them comfortable when they’re travelling. You’d fight the world to protect them. And your biggest fear would be to be without them.
What a blessing it is to love!

P S I missed you all. 🙂
Now is the time to write again.
See you around!
Avani

It’s raining words today!

It’s time again that I have started to miss writing enough to start doing it again! I really missed typing down something like this. Writing is like, I don’t know an old friend who I  haven’t been in touch with since a long time now? There is an initial resistance which is followed by the same reassurance that it’s the same old friend. (S)he was right there for me all this time. Why doesn’t everyone write? I don’t know that. But for me, my words are my friends. They keep bubbling out from me. When I restrain them, they wait for their chance to come out. These words are like a sudden rainfall that happens out of the blue and it makes me feel so good to meet them again. Words can give joy, bring wisdom or hurt. They are powerful. Just like the people in my life. To be filled with words is like I just can’t hold it anymore and I will have to find something. A pen, a notepad, just anything to pour all this out from my heart. Words are mine. They originate from me. They are an identity of me just like my face? New words emerge but the old ones are protected and still keep traces of me with them. Sometimes words are also a form of communication with something that is both me and at the same time beyond me. They are a bridge from my mind to my soul? Words are also my gift to the people I love. They help me in expressing my affection to them in such an easy way. Words are also my friend in that they help me clear my mind. Also I feel good that they help others’ minds too. With words, I make new friends too. New people start knowing me through my words. They develop a friendship with them and unknowingly form a small bond with me too. Words are like spa, they rejuvenate and refresh. Sometimes the readers, and sometimes me. Words are a little session of meditation. Words are a small time spent with me. Words are also an appeasement to some readers who can relate to what is hidden in them. Words bring out new teams where people share the same thought process. And sometimes words are a sting that strikes something and makes someone a little uncomfortable for sometimes it speaks the bitter truth that someone doesn’t like to hear or expects to not be heard.