The Healer : Pranic Healing or Energy Healing

This is the second post of the series The Light , The Healer and The Muse

This post is about a very special woman who helped me heal in one of the worst time of my life. She is not just my healer but also a friend and my akka ( sister).
When I speak of heart light reaching out and souls connecting with each other I also mean that some people just get directed towards you by some common factor and a special relationship is built on mutual love, trust and respect.

I came to know about Padmini akka as I call her, through her mother. It is now almost three years since I have a beautiful bonding with her and her Energy Healing has made tremendous quality changes in my daily life.

I was on the verge of collapse due to some health problem and was extremely depressed due to it all. Nothing seemed to take away my hidden fears and life came to a complete stand still. I knew all those who loved me were trying patiently to cope with my outbursts and continuous aches, pains and emotional problems. It was a trying experience for everyone.

Then one day I was given her phone number by her mother who was visiting us from Chennai and without even knowing me personally Dr. Padmini started my distant energy healing along with my medication.

I have yet to see someone with such patience and love that she has for everyone who connects to her. As she listened to all my problems she began her healing for me. She also suggested some changes in life style, gave me the names of books I could read and incorporate the suggestions from them in my daily life and as we spoke I felt lighter. Something drained out of my body (which I later came to know as energy blocks).

She advised me to learn Pranic Healing and go for a session in my city but continued to heal me on regular basis. We would talk on phone for long hours and it changed my thinking, my way of living and slowly my depression also evaporated. The entire being was filled with positiveness and good health in no time.

I trusted her completely and knew that her efforts from such a long distance will eventually cure me. I began to feel better and better and slowly the meditation, yoga, healing and complete involvement with what I LOVED TO DO became my priority in life.

Today most of the credit to my work, my sanity and good health goes to her.

Pranic Healing opened a new door for me and practically gave a new life. There are no words to thank Akka for bringing the change in every aspect of me.

I am not writing this post just as a praise for her but also as a testimonial of a patient who got completely cured. I want that all those looking out for health solutions of any kind should contact her and experience what I did.

Many a times I call her for some ailment which bothers me like my Cervical Spondylosis or sluggish GI anything that I am not able to tackle on my own or with medicine and she immediately sends Healing and removes the energy blocks giving me instant relief.

I have learned and benefited from her Energy Healing and it has made my system stronger.

There is a kind of relaxed feeling that wraps me when the healing is being done. I t feels as if all the negativity from the affected area is flowing out of my body and the relief is immediate.

I would like to share one such healing incident with you all. Many a times our pains are generated psychologically and they manifest themselves as physical pains.. acute physical pains. We are unable to find any reason for them and need to be rid of them as soon as possible.

Similar thing happened to me during my trip to Corbett National Park. It was late evening and in the middle of jungle I had severe abdominal pain. I was restless and the rest of the group worried. It irritated me and there was no medication available. I tried against all odds to call Dr. Padmini and she like an angel picked up the phone and listened to me very patiently. It was late and am sure she must be having dinner or had guests at home coz I could hear voices but still she gave me Pranic healing and told me to take a pain killer and relax my tensed nerves.

The healing does not substitute medication ..

I did exactly what she told me and within minutes I was well. The pain just vanished and I was able to eat my dinner too.

As advised I continued the pain killer for one more day and we were able to stay on for two more days, when at that moment our bags were packed for leaving.

So you can see how effectively this complementary therapy of healing works.

I am not writing about the techniques used in Healing as such, one can find it all on Google or write to Dr. Padmini directly to know all about it.
The idea of writing this post is to make people across the globe aware of the benefits of energy healing and have a healthy society at all levels.

Dr. Padmini sharma is a practitioner of Pranic Healing or energy healing – a complementary therapy, using prana or energy to heal the body and mind. She uses Pranic Healing to complement medical interventions in all kind of health challenges and also in improving quality of life. She conducts workshops and training programs in Pranic Healing meditation and stress management.

Here is a link to her LinkedIn profile

LinkedIn Padmini Sharma

you can also contact her on the given email ID

Dr. padmini sharma

Pranic Healing Does Not take the place of medical attention and acts ONLY as supplement / complement to what ever mainstream methods that are currently available.

Please feel free to contact her for any guidance. Discover good health.you can leave comments which I will forward to her but direct communication is better. Do pass the blog link to all friends if you believe in Energy Healing and get benefited.

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Swirling psychic storms and The Light

Well the title is not my invention ..It came drifting to me from Roberto’s dream weaving. I don’t think he will sue me for copyright violations. 🙂

This will be a series of three posts The Light, The Healer and The Muse. Each is connected to the other and is an important part of my life.

As a little girl my mom put a scare in me when she announced that she could read faces. It was a revelation which I chewed for days and day and still could not digest. Every step I took every move I made was wrapped in silent painful fear that mom will know it all by just a look at my dirty mug. It really freaked me out.

Later as I grew up and sort of mastered the art of camouflaging my deeds or misdeeds or rather learned to logically argue about why I did what I did, she confided that it was a gift she was not very happy and comfortable about and seldom used it. It troubled her gentle soul and she made very firm efforts to push back the psychic storms inside her.

Meanwhile a new storm was conceived inside a tiny brainless head and it swirled and swirled filling up the empty spaces it found( and there were many).

I never really tried to look deep into what was causing those hazy premonitions and why my intuitions were always correct ..well almost always. I guess I did not try to comprehend the meaning of spiritual awakening.

Few years back I got interested in psychic,stuff,reincarnation,meditation, alternate and energy healing, dark creatures ( why they are called dark forces etc beats me) again and read a lot about it. During that period I also read Osho which brought tremendous change in my thinking. I STILL READ ALMOST ALL THE MYSTIC POETS, teachings of Osho, Buddha and many others. Being an atheist has made me open to all aspects of spirituality and I guess that’s a good sign. Learn about everything and find your own path is my thinking.

I am not a follower but I realized that Buddha’s teachings drew me to some levels of concisenesses that I never knew existed. said about inner light and connecting with the universe around.

I began to bring about the change and in that my Godfather played a great role. He became my light and taught me lessons of life that totally cleansed me on mental, spiritual and physical levels. I was introduced to him by a mutual friend and soon I began to discover things and learn some basic facts of life that I had ignored or pushed aside purposely.
He taught me the thumb rules of staying focused. Many I did imbibe but for many others my inner still rebels.

It takes a higher consciousness and totally letting go to master that state of bliss. To be able to understand it and be on that path in itself is a right choice. If we can not justify our existence on this earth if have no right to live and to do that we got to rise above our emotions of all sorts. A hard thing to do but not impossible. Maybe someday I will be able to do that.

I knew I had a gift and a light to follow so when I saw visions or felt the presence of someone or something around me it did not drive me nuts like before.

I was never scared but now I was not curious either, I LEARNED TO BEFRIEND WHAT WAS AROUND ME. Taking it as a part of universe’s connection with me. I believe there are souls who drift through the universe seeking other’s who can connect with them on some level and that’s the way our heart strings get attached to unknown people across the globe. Sometimes we are portals to some helpless souls who need to be cared and loved. I feel blessed that the creator chose me as a giver and not as a receiver.

During last two years of dedicated efforts I also experienced moments of trance in which for a few minutes (max half an hour) I felt the emptiness, the timelessness. At first I got worried but then my Godfather explained that it is a state of “dhyan” which is different from meditation, where for sometime one merges completely with the unknown something far superior then anything we know.

Twice I experienced seeing a bright white light and went into total blankness for sometime and then suddenly came back. In that period I once just saw brightness and on second occasion saw light and open green serene hilltops where I was strolling alone it was something magical. Both the incidents happened during a wide awake state and were not a part of my day dreaming.

At other times I experienced pain in the right side of the abdomen and the reason explained was energy trapped inside. It is not easy to follow a path of spiritual enlightenment and the more I tried to run after it and sat for hours trying to get the vision back, it just did not happen.

“One should let it come to you” my Godfather said. “Do not pursue it or it will fade away.”

Now I rarely go into that state but do get sudden intuitions, about people close to me. Many a times I do distant healing and send positive energy to those who are very close to me. I have not learned Reiki or Pranik Healing but have received both from experts. It does help in clearing the energy blocks.

In my case it is just love and prayer I guess and a complete trust in the process of the universe. It does heal you and takes care of you if you do not interfere and let it take its course.

I have seen healing take place, have connected with loved ones who are far away just by mentally focusing on them. Many a times I myself fall sick while curing someone but then that’s a rare thing. love turns you blind at times 🙂

I have managed to overcome my fears about the unknown and the visions have lessoned. for example the black cobra with a marked raised hood that I felt staring at me from inside the dark cupboards and any dark place has vanished. it used to be so freaky that even if I would get down from the bed in the dead of the night I would stop sensing its presence there. I would stop pulling out stuff from the closet and pull my hand back feeling it was there lurking somewhere. It annoyed me when it did not show itself but I never felt scared.

The visions we usually see are our suppressed feelings , thoughts taking shapes most of the time. Analyzing them may lead to some answers but then if they are not bothering then I guess one should leave them alone and soon they will vanish. The idea is to befriend what’s unexplained and unknown and not be scared.

There have been dreams which reoccurred for years and then just evaporated.

Strange things happen when you have something unexplained swirling inside you and I feel excited and enjoy my being different.

Many a times I write in an hypnotized state. My fingers just tap dance on the keyboard and then I only see what I have produced after posting it. For that time from start to finish someone else does the writing for me. those pieces of writing come out from some inner depths where I still have to reach.

I am glad that I got the right light to guide me. To help me discover myself and connect with my inner as well as develop an unconditional complete trust in nature. I see it as a woman. A supreme creator and benevolent mother of all.

It doesn’t mean I give up on my interest in mythical and mystical creatures, the unexplained, and the psychic. They remain my area of interest and maybe a day will come when I will be able to connect with them too.

Nature’s Delights

The rains bring so much joy to the animal kingdom and the birds get set at this time of the year to make their love nests. Amidst the concrete jungle if you have lush greens around your home, then you sure are a lucky person.

Squirrels have made this park their permanent residence and they exist in peaceful co existence with dogs, birds and humans.

The area where I live is a paradise for bird lovers and if you have a keen eye for squirrels, mongoose and an occasional peahen, then your day is made.

The migratory birds can also be spotted or heard all along the ridge area, Mehrauli and the areas adjutant to it. The thick foliage is a perfect place for building nests and over the last one month hundreds of nests have come up on the Neem, poplar, Gulmohar, Ashok and many other big trees.

Sparrows have suddenly made a welcome comeback and I am still trying to click some pictures of these swift chirpy little birdies.

Then there are parakeets, Maynahs, doves, seven sisters, pigeons ( including the green variety), crows, Bharadwaj and little sun birds.

we have at least 7-10 nests in the park in front of our home and the bird calls ranging from whistles, tweets to shrieks and chuckles, squeals and croaks fill the air at all times. The best time to observe is early mornings and late evenings but if the day is cloudy then one can spot many birds ll through the day.

It is such a joy to sit back and watch the acrobatics of these furry delights. If you have patience and can still very still they even venture very near to you and eat the nuts right from under your eyes. They know where they are going and enter the kitchen and go

berserk.

There is a done that chases and plays with the crow , now this is something I have not seen before. Talk about loving thy enemy. 🙂

Overall it is one enchanting experience to live with these little winged creatures and the crazy bundles of furry nonsense day in and day out. Better than nosy, irritating, snoopy, self obsessed humans.

There is so much nature has in its treasure chest and it is for everyone who connects with it.

A love nest of Mynah has come up in our window and it is amazing to watch the life unfold amidst all this struggle of daily life.

I feel blessed that there is still so much to enjoy in the crazy polluted city full of mechanical robots..

What’s love got to do with it ….

I love kids, curious, inquisitive, innocent kids or maybe not so innocent really 😉

It was just another hot summer night and in the comforts of the air conditioner Kid 1# and 2# were watching some flick on HBO, I as usual was watching the glow stars on the ceiling in a half dazed state. The lights were off so the mood was set for a long dreamy night. Just me and my brats.

Suddenly the TV screen was ablaze with a hot sex scene and the boys quickly glanced in my direction making sure I was engrossed in my dreams or what ever stupid thing I was doing with my arm making some signs in the air.

I had noticed it all but did not want to be a spoil sport so continued with my lunatic activity.

Suddenly a voice resounded through my head

” why do they say let’s make Love “?

Interesting, I thought and smiled.

I realized that the question was meant for Kid1#.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be deaf.

Not getting any answer he gave it another shot

” Is love about sex or sex about love or are they same ?”

I knew the elder one wanted to be rescued but finding no other option the wise one spoke ,

“They call it making love coz…” ( he was at loss of words ) I could understand his dilemma but decided not to chip in.

“Well they are in love so he said let’s make love ” he tried to finish the topic .

” But love and sex are two different things , aren’t they ?, then why mix them .. it is confusing ..” Anyways he doesn’t love her , he loves some other girl “.

I WAS WIDE AWAKE AND ENJOYING .. I DECIDED TO PUT ON THE LIGHT TO SEE THE EXPRESSIONS

( evil laugh) 😀

” Well what do I know , why don’t you watch the movie”,
Kid1# was pissed off.

NO love guru , as if call him, wants to be caught in that catch 22 situation but our curious kid 2# was not giving up.

“It is not important to love to have sex, people pay for sex they don’t love that woman? this let’s make love is wrong .. he stated wisely.

” why are you so obsessed with it ? ”

Kid 1# was getting really exasperated , Kid2# had not only spoiled the party but also raised a topic on which he was no master and that bothered him.

“I am not obsessed you moron, I am curious ” growled Kid2# ” and I am also pointing out an error”

” Every one says “let’s make love baby” and its wrong”.

“uuuuuffffff ”

Kid2# switched off the TV and went out to inhale some fresh air.

I knew it was my turn and the puppy eyes were already focused on me.

I smiled. ” Well! you see, I said, (trying to find words which will end the conversation peacefully), making love may mean that for that few hours you enjoy feel loved or give out love. ”

Unbelievable stuff ..what am I saying, I thought and kicked my ass( not an easy thing to do ).

” Love is a state of mind honey and sex is just a need .. it’s got nothing to do with love. People who are in love with each other term it as love making coz they are in that moment ego less and completely with each other ( I was glad reading Osho was helping me in some way). I paused . I was having some effect , a positive effect, for Kid 2% was quiet as a lamb an listening without interrupting.

“Sex is not love making all the time .. right ?” I asked.

“Yea, that’s what .. ” he did not seem convinced but wanted to ponder over this deep mystery of life.

Then came another volley.

” Why are there only women who sell their bodies? prostitutes, call girls and others, why do we never hear about men doing it?”

This was getting big but I decided to answer. I wanted to tell that it is men who turn these helpless women into prostitutes coz of their own suppressed sexual needs and lack of knowledge and much more but thought of taking up this issue some other day.

Suppression of sex has turned it into an obsession among the humans.

Strange that we are the only species on this planet who think about sex 24/7 12 months in the year no one else does.

I was in a way glad that the kids were waking up to these issues.

” There are men also who do that but mostly women are so much under social scanner that those incidents of women looking out for male one night stands are less and mostly wrapped under the cover of wealth, esp in our society. But it is prevalent in the upper social levels.” I replied.

” Women can sell bodies but can’t get it .. strange ..”He made a face.

I was not keen to go into the depths of this controversial topic with this 13 year old kid so I told him that he should surf the net and look out for articles about all these things.. and prayed that Google will come up with some good answers and be our savior for sometime till we ourselves find the right answers to these complexities of life .

While he searches for his answers and I ponder more on how to tackle such questions, I want my readers to state their views
I hope to see a long comment section.

While the love waits, sex has asked some very basic questions which needs to be answered.

~Drenched ~Healed ~

There is so much silence around even with the rain poring down ceaselessly. Everything seems to be in a serene meditative state. The trees, the flowers, the birds. All absolutely Still.

I look at the sky full of swollen clouds .. and step out .. it takes a few moments for the rain to seep through me and then the same
stillness passes through me. I stand there with closed eyes ..empty
There is still light outside though it is past six. I silently listen to the falling raindrops. There sound mesmerizes everything that it touches.

Slowly I open my eyes and watch the raindrops hanging on the clothes line .. merging sometimes into each other and then unable to hold on falling on the little plant below. nestling among the new leaves or the flowers hearts.

I watch the still pools on the side walks and the raindrops tap dancing in them. Suddenly as if the water had got feet and hands.. it runs down the narrow lanes, from the walls hanging and swaying from the branches, playing and dancing on the vehicles parked at the road side, gushing through the drain pipes and sliding like tears of joy from the glasses of the windows.

I allowed myself to become a part of the universe to merge with it.

I could hear the rhythmic beats and the showery dance of the rain as it fell on the tin roof across the road like innumerable dancing feet.

……………………

Today my silent tears stayed home and watched from the windows, the healing take place … the musical mystical magical healing of the rain..

The parched earth drank with pleasure the nectar of the life and I along with it received the warmth of your love. It is strange how the cold drops of water make you warm all over just by their gentle touch.

.. today the parched heart received its first healing rainfall

Today, I became the rain …

Love comes to us in many ways ..

It is not just a relationship …it is a state of mind …

Romancing the moon

The ivory plate

descends on still water

Where is the lake?

~tiku

Today the entire world is celebrating the 40th anniversary of man’s first moon landing. Forty years ago yesterday, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin made the four-day journey to the moon. I was a tiny two year old then and as I grew up and my romance with the moon began I realized that although an achievement, we placed one of the most mysterious, magical, alluring object of the universe under the scientific scanner.

It is surely a wonderful achievement for the mankind but somehow it does not excite me so much. I love to romance and look at the moon in my own way and feel connected with it from right here, so feel no need to fly away to the moon.

Or maybe one day , like one yearns to meet a lover, I would want to go there, bring a piece of it with me , touch it, feel it and unite with it but till then I watch the moon , the lovely wanderer in the vast night sky, bathe in its lucid moonbeams, talk to it and on those lonesome nights when I yearn for love it hangs outside my window or hunches on the naked branches of the huge tree outside.. meeting me in the darkness of the night, illuminating me from within.

I associate with its changing phases, and its foreplay with th clouds. To me moon can never be something of an object to be dissected by the scientific knife.

From ghosts to goblins, and werewolves, to the modern day hauntings of Edgar Allen Poe, and Boris Karloff and the Sci-Fi writers of Moon tales like Jules Verne to Arthur C. Clarke the Moon’s allure is a drama which unfolds each night .

I have loved the moon lores, songs and tales from the time I lay in my mother’s lap as a little kid. The ancient Moon filling my heart and soul with awe and wonderment and sometimes striking the primordial chord reaches into my psyche.

The nocturnal wanderer became my friend and constant companion , a part of the daily rhythm of my life.

The science says there is no dark side of the moon except near the poles and deep craters but I feel that just like us it too has a dark side for I feel a part of it in me . Its shifting patterns of light and shades, its effect on our planet and the life on it, its hold over the creatures of the dark all is magical mystery to me and I want to let it remain like that.

It is beautiful to let some things remain unexplained, unknown.Their mysteries unrevealed

The Moon symbolizes time, fate, spinning, wheels, weaving, cauldrons and much more. The cycles of the heavens are symbolized in the Medicine Wheel of the American Indian Tribes; the Egyptian Wheel of the Law; and the Tibetan Prayer Wheel, all of which the Moon is an integral part.(we can find all that and more from the Google search , can’t we 🙂 )

But it has another side to it: The magical moon

Even the man who is pure in heart
And says his prayers by night
May become a wolf when the wolf bane blooms
And the Moon is pure and bright…

-Actress Maria Ouspenskaya’s famous lines in

(“The Wolf Man,” 1941)

Reading lines like these fill me with an energy. who would not like to be a part of something like this. Ancient rituals, magical spells, and all that is mystical, unrevealed.

As a writer when I think of moon I never see it as a natural sattelite, for me it is the light which flows in me, guiding me connecting me with the universe.

I always say find your star connect and let its light shine in you but many a times I love to bask in the glory of some other star and let it fill being being. That time I put out my own flame and let the light from the other star fill me just as the sun’s light fills the moon , making it so beautiful and desirable.

So each night is a celebration with my beloved moon even if it is hidden behind the clouds. Today too like all other nights I will walk the dark streets and become the moon … to love someone truly is to become that person ..unconditionally surrender, merge..

so tonight meet me on the dark side of the moon.

Read this memoir on moon which I wrote sometime ago. click on the link

Monday Ramblings

why do I want to put up a rant post? Because it will save me the trouble of loading a morphine gun and injecting into myself or others. I feel that ranting helps , it is therapeutic and it is my blog so it is no direct assault. Things have been brewing up and there is a raging storm within which needs an outlet.. so here I go ..

I am on the road to sanity. Actually I think I have found my star and its light has reached my soul. lighting a spark of new life in a new me.

Some people say why do you give so much importance to a virtual world damn it and I say well even the world we call real is so unreal at times that I prefer the virtual one. Sometimes that too sucks and this is an effort to make things right in both my worlds.

Well the point is that since I made my account on that godforsaken site Orkut, I turned into a emo kid, always falling into some drama in virtual life.Now you may say what has that got to do with the site , it is your personal problem. Deal with it .. but no it has everything to do with the site.

I have been on many social networking sites and this was the first time I realized how a virtual and real world gets mixed up to churn our the most unpalatable combo.

It all started at the insistence of a friend and I must admit I really freaked out about all the friends I made and the communities I joined ..It seemed like fun.. I was looking for an escape root and here it was offering me a whole new world. I loved uploading pix, videos etc and made a cool 250 + friends. they wrote testimonials showered compliments and what not.

Then came the chit chat, mails etc and slowly I was devoured by the big fishes seeking spices from my life story. I am amazed how my chats were lifted to be passed around, mails copied and forwarded. words twisted and presented in a totally different way. I guess these people should be given a doctorate in this field. Even posting harmless musings on the forum I was part of proved fatal. Imbeciles all, I tell ya .

It really is not worth talking about it except it turned me into a lunatic, the only thing I did was wear my emotions on my sleeves and get back stabbed by people I presumed were “real” friends. I wonder how much time people devote to snooping around other peoples lives or maybe it is the favorite of most of the people on these sites.

Every one there has a story to share and if you are a soft target then you are done they invade your privacy like termites and make you hollow by taking out every little secret you never thought you will ever disclose to anyone..

It reminds me of the song

sab kuch seekha humne na seekhi hoshiyari ,
such hai dunita walon ke hum hain anadi

I guess I too never understood all the drama behind the scene till I got severally kicked on my butt. The pain was so intense that it reached my heart and shattered it..

It took me some time to understand what had hit me but now that I know, am out of it for good. The account on orkut stay for those very few who actually contributed to my learning in some way or the other. Lately I cleared the chaff from the grain and decided to move back to my faithful Facebook where no one intruded into anyone else’s space.

Even otherwise I find that FB is for sane site and not packed with juveniles.

Anyways ..I am through with those sleazy friend requests and superficial morons.. Half of the men there are looking for a spicy time pass and the women are out of Ekta Kapoor’s family sagas.Not my kind of stuff anymore. Those who matter are still there on FB and I guess my blogs are a better way to spend time than indulge in such things.

I did find some great friends there who motivated me to write and find a niche in my life and I am grateful to them along with those who rubbed me the wrong way and in that process taught me some very important lessons of life and survival in this mean world. Now with my lessons learned I am out of the mess and happy.

Another thing that irritates me no ends is the mobile addiction

..uuuuffff

The less I say about it the better. A decade ago we managed easily without a cell phone but now .. life depends solely on that. I have seen people getting glittery if they do not get a call or a msg daily ..loosing their sleep over it. I have been through that and given it up before it turned me into a nincompoop.

Recently I went for a get together I found some of my friends completely engrossed in their own world of smsz, it seemed that no one else existed apart from them and their precious toy. I told one if he found his mobile friends more interesting than us and he mumbled something about his son wanting to know something.

Embarrassed, he decided to keep the phone on silently and quietly peeped at regular intervals to check if someone had sent a msg. Later we came to know that four times he cut the incoming call afraid to pick it up from under my eagle eyes. lolz It was just too much.

The jerk held on to the stupid thing through out the whole party and most of his time was buried in the phone. Such is our addiction for technology.

It is not just using the mobile but a continuous blabbering about the latest models, features, colors, ring tones, camera etc. and what not as if that’s the only survival tool left on this planet. Now with internet available on cells it has worsened the scenario. you tweet, blog, email, interact from the cell, not wanting your privacy to be trespassed you treasures your cell phone as if it was the life support device of some sort.

Look around and you fill find those mobile phone addicts all over. On the road, in the pubs, schools, colleges even hospitals where the damn thing is banned. Will you believe if I told you that a friend’s dad lost his life because the resident doc was busy pacifying his GF. He kept talking on the bloody phone while the poor old man waited for him in ICU. I wonder if the son filed a case against the doctor or not?

WTF I said.. each one to his own .. I too have a phone but am not married to it for God’s Sake. It sure is a god damn headache.

I am in a nasty mood today so those who do not want to be sucked into the whirlpool, keep off.

I guess letting off my steam has made me lighter and the cobwebs are no longer there in my tiny little head…

Gosh I feel so nice ..actually do not feel like posting it now .. but will do for some reasons .. 🙂 am evil, insane and a little twisted i guess but aren’t we all in our own way …

qatran- e – Ishq

बन कर घटा यूँ आसमा पर
आखों का काजल छा गया
आज जो बरसे नयन तो
भीगे का सारा आलम साथ में |

खुली जो आँख तो हर हसरत
उठी जाग मन् की
मगर अफ़सोस खो दिया उसको भी
पाया था जिसको ख्वाब में |

दिन भर गुज़र गया
खुद के टुकड़े चुनते हुए
चली जो शाम – ए – गम की हवा
फिर से बिखर कर रह गई मैं |

वो इक पल प्यार की खुशबु
ना रख सके महफूज़
हम उनके हाथ में ज़िन्दगी
कैसे थमा देते ए दोस्त |

तुम बिछडे कुछ इस तरह से मेरे महबूब
के ज़िन्दगी की रुत ही बदल गई
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Haiku : Love

Love Poems
1

First valentine night

orange moon shines

A passionate kiss

I remove my hair clips

Clouds descend

2

Vanilla ice cream with wine

drips through my body

warmth of your lips

Ecstasy

3.

Scented candles

cologne fresh surprise

warmth of your strong arms

A single tear of joy

Narrative Poem : The Stalker (Revised)

 

On the far side,
alone on her seat
in the fast moving metro
he spots her
(the corner of the eye is cliche)

Some energy passes between them
she shuffles uneasily in her seat
glances around matter-of-factly. (avoid the ing)

A faded red coat and rough old denims
try in vain to protect her slender frame.
The cold bites.

Her raven hair struggle
to break free from under her
worn out scarf.

In her twenties
she ravishes the viewer
hazel eyes full of mixed emotions
her fair cheeks glow with a dash of red
stolen color from her dress
or is i biting cold bringing the hue ?

He wonders.

She flips through the magazine in her hands,
keeping to herself
occasionally pushing the rebellious curls
under her scarf.

Their eyes meet,
her lip twitches
makes her way to the door
alights at the next stop.

He too alights,
from a safe distance
trails her as she turns
on the empty stretch.
half lit by dull street lights.

She quickens her pace

He musters courage and
shortens the distance
between them.

Lightning flashes and
pearls of rain begin to fall.

She shivers
the cold wind
cuts through her slender body.

He notices her rough walking shoes
make strange crunching noise
on the wet pebbly street.

He digs into the pockets
continues to walk silently
just a few steps behind.

Pretending to be strong,
without a backward glance,
she walks on.

It starts to drizzle.

She opens her umbrella
filling the bleak evening sky
with white fluorescent stars

He tries to cover his head
with an old newspaper.

She gives him a baffled look,
their eyes meet again

“Cold wet evening, isn’t it?”
A cup of coffee perhaps?
there’s a shop at the next bend.”

They reach the crossroads

“No thank you I am in a rush.”

takes the other road.
Vanishing into the array of
dark ghostly houses.

He watches
until only her fragrance remains.

“Lavender”, he smiles to himself
kicking a perfectly round pebble
into the valley.