If you think you are misguided by the title, I am sorry. But this is indeed a selfie.. Yes, that’s my other hand and it pretty much looked like a duck face to me.. 😉
Duck face?!
The fun of making shadow puppets is ageless! So what is memory that surfaces when you think of shadow puppet? Waiting to hear your story.. 🙂
Linked to Trablogger’s Mundane Monday Challenge that thankfully runs beyond the Monday.. 😉
When emotions collide
Inside the head,
For it’s controversies
With the heart,
Neither acts properly
Nor let other senses act so..
Few fights resolve
Within moments and
Without a trace..
Few fights stumble
Without repenting for days
Spoiling those days..
There are other few fights,
For decades, without a trace
To the outsider and yet unending..
While few fights
Pave the way to betterment,
Few are just temporary setbacks..
Few fights spill out
In broad daylight as
Confusion or Resolution..
But those who capture
Them into tangible form
Are called creative &
At times as writers!
I am falling in love! With words and with collaborations! The first part was introduced to me as scribble and was advised to forget after reading.. But in line with breaking rules, these lines have travelled deeper and I couldn’t forget it that easily and inversely it has prompted me to add my scribble (which is the second part) to those lines.
An addon
to collaborate;
to cremate;
to celebrate;
to cherish!
Now you are presented the graffiti and you are welcome to add your two cents.. (We could use more than two cents.. So please be generous.. 😛 )
And before I could leave you to enjoy the poetry (and / or to prepare lengthy curses) I request your attention for few more seconds..
The inspiring-heart warming-touché-brilliant piece of poetry (of course, I am talking only about the first part) is penned down by the cool star, Mr. Karthik, the co-author of the blog “Powerful Overflow” Do contact him when in need of touch of liveliness to your life and you would get assured results! (You might watch out the comments section to know more about him.. 😉 But please do stalk him and share your views on his works! 🙂
She might love me..
More than you ever did.
And shelter my tattered soul
And feed it hope.
But..
Her eyes won’t glint
With the slightest of mischief,
To make me want to live more,
To breathe more.
Her laughter won’t resonate with me,
Like yours did.
Her fleeting glance
Won’t make me feel
The way my heart yearns to.
She won’t be imperfect
In the beautiful way you are.
Because..
She’s not you.
She can never be.
And,
When I say
I love her,
She will look into my eyes
And feel the void in my words.
And, she will know..
That the whole of my heart
Can never be hers.
Because
Beyond the closed doors are
The scribbles and graffiti
You left behind.
The remnants of a past
That you will remember
not for long.
So, go on..
Live your life
To the fullest,
As you’ve always done.
Meanwhile,
Let me pull up a chair
And grab a book.
The life is yours,
The graffiti, mine.
~~~~~~
And with that last line,
I have finished my graffiti
In her heart..
And now she could
Neither open up the graffiti
Just like me,
Nor let life hold her
In the infinite swirl
Of locking up the graffiti,
Just like me..
Hence, she broke open
My closed doors
By sheer persistence
And the faith in her heart and art..
When she broke in,
She tidied the mess of break up,
And started her art,
Which wrapped around
The whole graffiti..
Now my heart is open
For what lingers inside is
The brilliance of art of two hearts!
Yes, She’s not you!
But, she is mine!
Ripples 