li'l scarlet

 

 

this li’l scarlet blooming bud in our alcove,
stretches out its arms daintily, blushing the face of the greens around.
ignorant of the mirth it brings to the eye’s treasure trove
the bright hued beacon strikes a chord with my soul unbound!

Lullaby

A piece so pregnant,

It’s a blend of soothing notes!

I wonder then…

How these notes mellifluously tip toe their way into the heart

when murky nights echo a melee of emotions!

As this lullaby to puts me to sleep on foggy nights…

the crests in these notes continue to heal and enrapture troughed parts of my soul ….poco by poco!

And when I listen to this oeuvre at early morn,

the dormant hope inside me sluggishly stretches its arms

to perch upon newer, tender, higher heights!

Im Perfect Fairytale

My spirit's way up there flying...While I'm tied to the ground!

Every time I share my lovey dovey life with my married girl friends, I witness an enthralling twinkle in their eyes...it feels as if they have chanced on upon an old dusty fairy tale book in the corner of their closet. But even before they flip through its pages, the expression on their face turns into a bitter smirk as they chorus like, “there is no happily ever after”, “things will change” and “get ready to lose your identity”. When the men around make such statements, I know they are safeguarding themselves from expectations ...but when women who like me, have been bred on fairytales tell me this I don’t know if they are trying to prepare me or caution me or scare me....

It’s not like I live in a utopia and expect this ‘so in love’ time to last forever...I don’t want to live in clichés. Yes, I’ve missed the boat and I am late and I have learnt from my mistakes. Yet I can never stop cherishing love that fills the air around me. I also know that when things will go wrong between us, there will be no Fairy Godmothers to save the day. It will be him and me and our relationship. Yet I want to bask in the love I am blessed with today.

If he were perfect and so were I, our life would be a ‘perfect fairytale’, but I have tweaked my definition of perfection so that I don’t critique and crib about love to my single sisters someday. I hope to customize my ‘perfect fairytale’ according to ‘imperfect two’ we are...It’s no state I want to achieve; it’s no magic wand I wish to be blessed with. I am willing to give up a little bit of me for I know he’ll do the same when he’ll stretch out his arms, his love, his home, his room, his space to welcome me. I can’t lose my identity in giving up a little for love, for my identity is synonymous to my existence. He can continue to be him and I will be me, just with a little shared space to accommodate the two of us...and voila!...we are the Alladin and Jasmine of our fairytale J

He doesn’t need to be my knight in shining armour and I needn’t be his ‘dainty damsel’ yet there can be perfection in every imperfect moment we together indulge in.

I know my darling gurlies love me and I know it actually takes a lot-of-work to stay in a marriage...but with a friend in him, I’m game to write my ‘perfect fairytale’!

Eluding Date!

I wish to breathe the fresh air with you

In the crimson dusk, by the quiet sea.

Away from the piercing, deafening world,

On an eluding date, for two in love

I want to hear the music of the waves

The sound of the eve

Embracing the night

I crave to see the rising moon with my light by my side

Clasping your hand tight in mine

Gliding through the scintillating night

I wish to watch the mesmeric stars

Narrating tales with every twinkle

And then when night takes a nap

We’ll gently sit on the glowing sand

And pledge our love before angelic hosts

Right amidst tranquility

I yearn for love and time like this

With every breath in every hour

An everlasting, tireless, immaculate love

In time that binds us incessantly.

Papa Santa!

Crepes and Confetti  ... ribbons and cards... mistletoes and bells ...a glittering Christmas tree balancing a modest crib...cheerful carols on cold winter evenings...the scintillating star  accompanying chrysanthemums in the courtyard...new clothes paired with fancy shoes... tempting aroma of cakes and treats is what Christmas has always meant to me!

And what glorified Christmas to me all these years...was a triumphant feeling of receiving gifts from my Santa... Every year I neatly wrote my Christmas wish on a hopeful piece of paper and kept it in my stocking ... I'd wake up in the middle of the night rubbing my eyes in a battle against sleep only to catch a glimpse of my hero...my Santa... but my smart Santa would enrapture me in angelic dreams as he would silently, humbly, unassumingly walk into my room and leave a gift by my bedside ... So what if I missed the rendezvous with Santa... he still brought a big broad smile on my face every Christmas morn!
I wonder now... If Christmas will ever be the same again... for I know my Santa has bid adieu to me forever.

But then as I sit reminiscing about the Christmas presents I received, as papa’s darling angel...the air around me fills up with a fragrance of sparkling joy and I hear my Santa whisper to me once again...He shares with me, the secret of his happiness, his zest in relentlessly working all year long only to bring smiles on faces of his angels. After being happy as a receiver for so long, my Santa now wants me to aide him, and discover the joy of giving...giving presents, sharing smiles, and filling lives with mirth and peace! My Santa has blessed me with gifts and sweet memories to last a lifetime...and now, as he says,
"it’s time to share them!"

So here I come...tip toeing in my new garb...to share the message of love, the spirit of Christmas and make this time of the year ...special once again!

Love you Papa Santa!

Veiled Rebecca

As my friends embark on a tour to the city of pearls, my heart leaps back, to the city’s neat juxtaposition of Hi-tech city and Golconda fort, balanced by the tall statue of Buddha in the famous Hussain Sagar Lake. Apart from the sumptuous biriyani, splendid pearls and the alluring Film City, there was something more that I fancied about Hyderabad, even during my first visit to the city of charming minarets. Although I am wary of sounding narcissistic, it was the statue of ‘Veiled Rebecca’ at the Salar Jung Museum that drew an instant connect for me to the city. I was astounded to stand before Giovanni Maria Benzoni’s masterpiece and get absorbed in the intricate art of the translucent marble veil that conceals and exposes together, the serene smile of Rebecca. The meticulous craftsmanship makes one feel the marble veil against her skin. Benzoni has created four statues of Rebecca out of which the one in Salar Jung Museum draws her veil with her right hand.  The remaining three statues , two of which are in the High Museum of Art in Atlanta, Berkshire Museum in Pittsfield, Massachusetts depict Rebecca pulling the veil with her left hand.

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 The sculpture of the mesmerizing lady not only stands out for its amazing technical excellence but also for the image it depicts. The art piece portrays the Biblical character Rebecca or Rebekkah when she draws her veil before being presented to Issac, the man she was to marry. Infact this episode also marks the first mention of the veil and veiling the bride (badecken) in Genesis 24:6 in the holy Bible- "Rebecca took her veil and covered herself" upon her first meeting Isaac.

Interestingly, the Veil flows as a common strand that binds cultures across the world, with variations in its presentation, use and terminologies. A veil basically translates into a simple understanding of a cloth that covers the head –hair and/or the face. Cutting across regions, religions and cultures, women wear veils, for different reasons, the most popular being a sign of respect for their religion or men in their lives.

The transparency of marble veil synchronizes with the naivety and purity of the face of the lady-Rebecca who continues to mesmerize audiences from around the world even today, standing true to its meaning ‘to bind’ and ‘the captivating’!

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Wedding Saga!

Come winter and the air around echoes vows of matrimony. Driving down to a Wedding Reception, I encountered several occasions on the way. Wedding songs played vociferously in the background as I ogled at a herd of dancing people- fat and thin, married and single, teenagers and middle aged couples, oldies and toddlers bejeweled in shimmer and brocade. As I walked through the wedding venue, it was illuminated to match the glow on the faces of the bride and groom, the array of ambrosia competed with the sugary compliments received by the couple and the salt in the food equaled the cribbing and complaints that asserted a spicy presence in the otherwise syrupy ambience.

Amidst the sky that was crammed with lights and the glimmer that was bent to engulf the earth, it seemed a special time for the groom and the bride who hopscotched feelings of anticipation and ambiguity in a convoluted blend. I watched a visual echo, or may be only another version of almost every couple’s saga, from a distance in sheer delight. As the bride’s bangles messed with some naughty sequins in her impressive ochre attire, she nervously looked down struggled to sort out the jumble. It was just then that the groom who had smilingly been watching her helped her iron out her worries chivalrously and rested her quivering hands in his. The look they exchanged was a precursor to a commitment they had made a while ago for a lifetime. Like every young dreaming woman, I presume she too had nourished herself on a dream for a partner who first lets her solve her own troubles, intervene when she needs him and finally clasps her hand tight in his, assuring nothing ever went wrong.

Wedding…a beautiful time when a ‘forever to be’ couple graciously stands at the threshold of feelings of independence, togetherness and beginnings. It’s only them and them alone who decipher every strand of word in vows they proclaim. As they step into a world that’s first theirs, with an exchange of looks and clasp of hands they coyly plan a satiating décor that comforts them!