Dear Well-Wisher,

I hope this message finds you in good health.

We, Vaishali and Tushar Purohit from Pune, come to you with a heavy heart and tears in our eyes, pleading for your help to save our 4-year old son Rishi's life. He is undergoing treatment for neuroblastoma (rare form of cancer) at the Tata Memorial Hospital, Mumbai.

Since April, our little warrior has been bravely battling cancer that is threatening to take him away from this world. Every rupee you contribute will be the difference between life and death for our 4-year old warrior.

We would also request you to forward this message to your family and friends, which will inspire them to contribute and aid in saving an innocent life.

Here's the fundraiser link:* https://www.impactguru.com/fundraiser/help-s-o-tushar

Thanking you for your consideration and support during these trying times.🙏🏼 *

Lost in my thoughts
Found in my mind
Sometimes in words
If The Mind opines

Confetti and streamers
The music played by the universe
Oh so free
Never heard, deeply felt
Slow on the breeze in a second to freeze
Distant temple sounds of conches
Sacred Chants
Little bells jingle mid air
No strings simply free
Of mossy trails
Snow stilled lakes
Vast expanse
Not one soul to dance
Free untouched
No trails to follow
Nor to leave
Magically written
And erased on the glassy slate
Never seen yet closely known
The trees of ancient world
The bark thick and strong
A house to dream
Ten storied tall, lasts long
A place so cool, full of warmth
Of the cashmere shawl
Paisley embroidered wrap around
In colours of the valley flowers
Shikara dreams

Brilliance of the light
Reflected by the miniature chips
In chiseled geometric stars
Mysterious and magnetic
The energy source
A burst of radiance

🌟

Revolutionary the heart
Evolves to change
Lost
The old charm

To know
Is to believe
What’s understood

That
What’s known
Not understood
Does one Believe....

The morning sun plays hide and seek between the hills
Miles and miles of strawberry fields
The little green plants wear winter smiles
and baby strawberries unripe

The innocent clouds in a clear sky
Hold a dialogue in patterns pristine
Missed by their cousins in the city skies

Bougainvillea adorned villas
And Cozy homes
Warli paintings on the walls
Red soil and dusty country roads

Tablelands and Parsi point
Scenic hills and the Sahyadri valley view
Mapro garden a place to go
For sandwiches and strawberry cream

The river stream gleams under the setting sun
A perfect cup of masala chai
An evening well spent

The world of strangers
Strangely we connect through words
The heart knows it all

Uncertainty
Is having its time
The chance of a lifetime
Leaving all, timelessly uncertain

The only chance it got
Before being
Outclassed
By certainty

The essence of life
To be and not
And the timeless flow

🌿🌿

A Thought
Is
Moment in Time
Lost
If not Captured

✨
The weather is fine
The trees have got a nice Soldier cut
The sun shines through the mesh of leafless branches
The balmy breeze and the sunshine
allure me for a walk
✨

The sun has miles to go
As it smiles in the wispy sky

The rains have paved way for winters
Morning mists, dewy flowers and leaves

My heart set
in the month of November

Lights up with the lit lamps and sky lanterns

Brings in the Festival of Lights
Special occasions and blessings
Pleasant evenings and celebrations

✨✨

Shallow waters still

Pond stork meditates upon

The pink lotus blooms

Love and compassion needs to be remodelled
From time to time
As hatred is not yet dated

Profundity In Verses
Perfect Tenses

Pretty Indent
Pulsating In Content

I speak in syllables
I have known words
My vocabulary inert

Expectations erodes fertile soil
Fertile is the land of acceptance

Yesterday’s words, discarded as chaff
Not much to imbibe, like news once read
Nothing to reflect, left

Flooding thoughts
Survived many a droughts
Lost to the mundane, caught

Like the lamppost
Which lit through the night
Lost its light to the sunshine, fraught

Sometimes, in the early hours of December
It drizzles, just a little bit
The dew remembers
And does not complain
As it knows how moody is the rain
The dew quietly goes down the green grass
Into the soft brown mud, its resting place
Early next morning
It glistens and gives out a smile
As it loves the sunshine

These days
I don’t feel like writing
What I feel about
The feeling itself escapes my thoughts
But life has its say, makes you sway
In every way
Sometimes
It’s more than the sun and twinkling stars
And pearly moon’s glow  
Beyond the words the words have other places to go

Happenings that have to happen
Control none can't have , ever
Good and bad
By chance
Happenings , that have to happen
Control none can't have, ever

The heart does try multitasking
One two three ,snapping
Out of tune go the heartstrings

The Mind takes cognizance of the situation
Takes the heart for a mini vacation
Fine tuned the aberrations
The heart pumping back to the beats of happy notation

The Heart and The Mind
Do the Jive
Happy ,The Heart
Keeps ,The Mind alive

In their paper skin
Under the burning sun
Smile the paper flowers
In bracts, pink and white
purple or orange
Colourful red,
never fade or bleed
Evergreen in their woody homes
They fly with the wind
In their paper skin

Footprints evanesce

Ocean spirits undulate

***** sidle amok

The old dusty path
Weather beaten roads

Lead to the farm
With an old barn

The sun shines 
with a light afternoon
breeze

Orange cosmos flowers,
grow wild in the
green hills

Silvery white, slender fragrant flowers,
bloom on the Indian cork trees

The full moon glows through the night
On the old dusty path

🌿🌿

Shoulders slouch

The limbs attached to the strings
In hands of the puppeteer

Do the dance, or do not bend

There is a chance
You dance

Or learn to ignore

The hands of the puppeteer

✨✨

River rowers sail
Rafters raft in the rapids
Still waters stay calm

Unburdened by the past
Heralding the future
A blend of ancient and the modern
History swirls
Rock solid walls
A fortress to beckon
A hint of glitter
Glamour and gold
Glimpses of the old
Refurbished  and restored
Manicured gardens
Perfect leaves
And trees
Branches bow down in rows
Bound by boundaries
Through centuries
The fort
Open to the commoners
The royals once owned

Mind O Mind

The Mind is jobless
At times reckless
Always boundless
On a flight of thoughts
No looking back
Racing away

'The Heart'
has  to pick up the pace
In slow whispers

Urges

'The Mind'

To hold on
Cool down
  
Again

Now faster ,
losing its own breath

'The Heart'
beats faster
          
Urging

Oh please, 'Mind O Mind'

Hold on
Cool down Cool down....

'The Mind'
finally slows down
Cools down
Winks on
Now both at the same pace  

'The Mind and The Heart'
In Tandem.


Phew ...

What’s beauty that is captured
In frames
Youthful exuberance
Trapped
In evergreen bottles
Translucent
The potion for immortality
Sought and sold
For
Weary souls and brittle bones  
opaque the vision
Fractal-intrusions

Mind -heart -soul
Makes  One whole
Each play A Role

Insecurity Instills
'Fear Of Loss'
Security Walks
'Free Of Possessions'

It was late
Almost midnight

The owl was up
And going about his routine

The house dog tried to get some sleep
He was up all day, chasing the strays

Dreams, awake
Await the dawn

Busy life
Riveting thoughts
Sometimes in my mind lost

Vulnerable
Have my inhibitions and fears
Truthfully
Fearless in my conduct
Intimidating to some
Intimidated by few

Loved and despised
The reason same
Being me
Can’t change for any

Independent, I, alone
Together
Belongs to we and us all

It’s ok not to be understood
Many mini me
Integrated into one
Quirky and complicated, it is to be

While I know of
What’s seen in plain sight
Sometimes missing the hidden insight

Feminist in my beliefs
Only to reconfirm and believe
That equality is for one and all

To live and love all
Always will and believe
Yes A Woman
That is me :)

The blue bird flies
Colours of its feathers
Merges with the sky

Golden ribbons shimmered
Through the trees
Blue bird, mid air whirs, catches a fly

The blue bird sings
Verditer Flycatcher, the name
That’s my name, my name, my name

I respect myself
So do you

Age is just a number
We all know that

But still we respect
That’s how it is done

Better late than never
We learn
We have to that’s the norm

There are ways to win a war

No more fencing with you
I have crossed the fence

I lay my armour down
I respect the domain

In our heart of hearts
We knew
The boundaries were meant to be

I respect mine
My sanity I reclaim

Behind the palm trees
In the vast, rust coloured sky
Sets the orange sun

Literally ,
Legally Labeled A Literate
Little less Literate in Literature

A Treatise
On
Tracing Towering Twirling
Thoughts on the Threshold

Winsome Words Wielded
Well Wrought  And
Welded In Wondrous Wares

Like periwinkle blooms
Bright and upright
Glossy white
Anew the day
Happy New Year
Love and peace
🍃🍃