Shanay Shanay

I didn’t realise
At first

That now…

I smile less often
I regret more

I touch flowers less
I mourn dried leaves more

I watch stars less
I see darkness more

I live (life) less
I assume (worse) more

I drink laughter less
I eat sustenance more

I work more
I enjoy it less

I run more
I walk less

I see wrinkles more
But the ‘joy’ behind them less

And now it’s
All staring right at my face

Everything happened
Quietly, very slowly
Too painfully slow.

Shanay-shanay
Everything changed!

Life lessons – II

A friend came up with these words when I asked… Reblogging to say ‘thanks’!

unheardunspokencogitationum

I’ve seen kindness in eyes of a stranger
When they helped an elderly cross the road
I’ve felt love when a five years old
Shared his chocolate with a homeless
I’ve witnessed compassion as a nurse
Fussed over a terminal patient
I’ve watched a man weep for another
On his loss of a loved one
I’ve observed an old lady
Happily watering neighbor’s plants
I’ve exchanged peaceful silence
with a passenger on the bus
I’ve spotted an elder sibling losing
Deliberately to make his kid sister smile
I’ve found hope and heart felt joy
Seeing humanity still alive


Note:  This one’s for youswatinakshatra1 🙂

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Let’s talk

Resonates feelings of everyone in some phase of his life…

unheardunspokencogitationum

Talk to me
About your favourite book
About how feel when
Your dearest character is killed

Talk to me
About the food you savour
About that one dish
You can’t resist even on a full stomach

Talk to me
About that annoying neighbour
About his loud television which makes
You want to scream

Talk to me
About what makes you cry
About the silliest things
You want to try

Talk to me
About your 2.am demons and nightmares
About your hopes and fears that
You hide from the world

Talk to me
About things you can’t stand
About wishes you make when
You gaze at stars

Talk to me
About who you’re
About what it’s like beneath the mask
You wear all the time

But..Don’t talk to me
With the mask you wear
With the fake smile you hold
With the gaze that wanders away

Talk to me
When you can look…

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30. The Model

I picked up
Bits and pieces
Of confidences
That seemed
To be lost
In the lanes
Of ‘modeling’ past

But I survived
I will survive
Just as the dingy
Surfing next
To the huge ship
Cheers for a life
That continues
To fill me
With the joy
It is associated with!

A poem for Bree Paige- A fellow (beautiful) blogger!

Bree Paige

mod·el

noun: model; plural noun: models

3. A person, typically a woman, employed to display clothes by wearing them.
“a fashion model”
synonyms:fashion model, supermodel, mannequin
“a runway model”
  • a person employed to pose for an artist, photographer, or sculptor.
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    Modeling

    Has always been so important to me.
    I miss it.

    The bonds between two people who can make art is never ending.

    Being in front of the camera is such a rush.  A beautiful reminder of the talent that I possess.  A refreshing taste of how much chemistry I can make with just a touch of effort.  Artistic nudes MOVE ME.  I despise when someone can not recognize the difference between Art and Porn.  Clearly its a matter of opinion.  Porn could be considered art as well.  But there is something to a beautifully captured nude image of a woman just being a woman.  Just…

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I Miss You…But not Enough!

Revisited the poem and thought to highlight it again!

Mera Corner

A lot 

Has been written lately 

On how lonely 

One can get 

And how overwhelming 

A crowd can be. 

 

In both the extremes 

I sense 

The desperation 

That takes over 

Even the wisest 

Of the human race.  

 

Away from this desperation 

A soft longing 

Needs comforting 

When I wanted 

To meet the lost time. 

 

I want to bid 

Adieu 

Because I had enjoyed 

My rendezvous 

With the Time 

And continue to do so!

 

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