Julie and Julia and me!

No, it isn’t a review. It’s a desperate call to all woman to watch this movie and feel good… It is an absolute inspiration on woman’s day 2014 as I chose to watch the movie coincidentally.

I was only looking to cover all of Meryl Streep’s works and just stumbled upon this and like most of her movies, it has been perfect!

A Californian, from Pasadena, ‘Julia child’ is played by Streep, in an irritating fluty pitch and womanishly doting and loud and lovely poise… and guess what? No one wanted to marry her! No big surprise and finally when she is happily married to a man who respects her and loves her for who she is, she is more restless…Life’s gotta make sense…making hats, dancing, partying, buying a dress…do you think make a woman happy?

“I was 32 when I started cooking; up until then, I just ate.” 
― Julia Child

In sheer delight I discovered that this is a fearless woman so comfortable in her skin, extremely tall, dint marry the guy her dad wanted her to, ran to China, living against the then Government post world war 2...”no compromise” seems to be her theme…

In Julia’s own words, I don’t think any other woman would shop for veggies with the same passion as buying a dress…she was making a point way back in the 19^th century. She says this smelling some veggie leaves…so beautifully played my Meryl….you forget she’s acting…isn’t that the point?

“The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking you've got to have a what-the-hell attitude.” 
― Julia Child

This movie talks about two real life stories: Julia child- an empowering woman and a revolutionary cook and her journey where in her words she says… “You should never apologize at the table. People will think, ‘Yes, it’s really not so good….;) ;)

many years later a Govt servant, stressed and dissatisfied with her job, struggling with an almost imaginary writing career wants to escape from the hulla bulla of the whole scenario and finds she hasn't been more passionate about anything but 'food'…after tiring days and bad times…she decides she wants to utilize this cookbook she stole from her mom…I mean let’s face it, one of the best memories from childhood are through food. That granny’s recipe, that aunt’s pickle or dessert and that only uncle who cooks and he is deliberately good, lucky aunt. This one decision turned Julie Powells career and also re-emerged her as an author…all she decided was “to cook”!

What is it with food we so connect? Family holidays and lazy afternoons with brunches stretching into snacks and a rainy evening with hot beverages into an early night with a book and frozen dessert through midnight? Oh ask me I have all the variety of packages and they all have one thing in common…food….and food isn’t just food…its culture, people, vegetables, dishes, graters, special peelers, non-stick pans, kitchen experiments, smart leftovers, Tupper wear, vintage crockery, candle lights, table cloths, meat, dressing, cheap but best groceries, spices from all over the world, that small bargain as you get tomatoes from 12rs to 10 and as you dice them, you get this feeling of a well-deserved deal, then the brewing, the baking or the stuffing, all the time and patience and like Julie says after a bad day, you just know that when you add chocolate to eggs and cream, it’s going to taste great…infact heavenly…!!!

The entire movie runs with this tinge of Paris, French cooking so important and necessary and a coveted gift for “American woman without servants” as child initially plans to name it…

Alternately compared with Julies life, the woman’s frustration and the famous retreat to cooking and blogging….especially when she sees her friends progress in career…. Taking on from Julia child was Julies blog…365 days, 524 recipes….cook them, eat them, report them, review them, if you burn them….simple…do it all over again! These woman had major pit falls but rose…just dusted themselves and rose…The scary mid age syndrome…we all fear..ahhh what not, this movie slaps life in face but makes you wanna live it!

“Find something you're passionate about and keep tremendously interested in it.” 
― Julia Child

Food at its best, recipes that are dinner table material, tips that changed lives, at a time when the internet wasn’t so popular from a woman bold and outrageous and rebellious…with the ever judging society, what with being childless also…and look at that woman’s insight…when she talks, you know a deep resounding of a “liver”, a person who loves one thing in life and that passion guides her, throws her out of bed at 6:30 am to peel potatoes….ahh!

“You'll never know everything about anything, especially something you love.” 
― Julia Child

It comes as no wonder that child’s food bible dint find easy publishers…how do you market a home idea, a way of life, a tradition or convention passed on from generations as opposed to easy cooking, fast foods, cooking in 2 minutes or canned, frozen foods…this woman changed Americas eating style…what fascinated me is this woman did it because she loved to eat, cook for her husband and never once thought it wasn’t a job good enough for a woman….she always knew that even years later, this art and science will be talked, wrote, acted and blogged about….or she just dint care…these are people and these are things done because the moment required it and whatever else they did dint fit the puzzle!

“...nothing is too much trouble if it turns out the way it should.” 
― Julia Child, My Life in France

Two Inspiring woman with self-imposed projects and deadlines, two very gentleman to support them with stable marriages…one begins to wonder if food can sustain a marriage so well…after all, maybe? two lives looked upon generations after…Inspiring…earthy…curvy…ups and downs…not so fancy…not so much help or support…not sucking it up for a salary…they cooked…they fed…they filled hearts and stomachs and like Julia child says…

“You are the butter to my bread, and the breath to my life” 
― Julia Child

 They just felt and lived…real woman…real woman… <3 o:p="">

Julie powells Blog : http://juliepowell.blogspot.in/

Julia Childs wiki: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julia_Child

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FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT...

Hold it there…she ordered herself….Just let it be…breathe…breathe…breathe….

The bus took another steep turn, Harika sat tight, and her toes drew in automatically, her fists clenched as she closed her eyes….just breathe…she nagged herself as she sat by the window…

She looked out at the beautiful scenery outside, all the fog, the tall mountains with their foggy linings, the lake beneath in curvy wavy patterns…she dint deserve this, why was it so beautifully mocking that she liked it, but could’nt enjoy it…for a moment her stomach forgot to bother her, another steep turn and she was pulled back to her seat…breatheeeee….she took another deep breath…

Her neighbour passenger had her books open and seemed to be doing some last minute cramming for the test they had to take  immediately after reaching collage…she looked at ease everywhere, at the scenery, into her book, closed her eyes for a moment and seemed to revise, she looked at harika and smiled, a casual stretch of her lips…harika managed to smile back…she was only worried, she would let out that she was having trouble even breathing….she dint want that, no ways…last tjing on earth, she dint like to make a scene… ‘burp’ and she felt better…only until the bus took another turn and the air was swooshing on her face with a tinge of the lake’s smell from underneath…..

It tingled her nose and she drew a lemon  from her bag and smelled it, also popping in a chewing gum…while thoughts like ‘why me’ flooded her mind…she was always a puky kid who made fun trips all smelly whenever she was off with family and had them mock at her later…it was routine by now to carry lemons, gums, and ginger extracts wherever she went…she shouted the ‘why me’ in her mind and remembered to take breaths, simultaneously smelling the lemon….

Harika drew her headset and played some soothing instrumental music she had in her phone when she decided to sleep, and she started imagining and faking the Good feel and ordered herself to Breathe…little did her friend know, she was lost in her own fight, trying to fit in, be like everyone else and not let the heights, curves or smells matter…in that slow process of drawing in air and giving out, she fooled herself to feel nice, feel as if it dint matter, like It was not going to affect her, ‘Naa…I’m good I’m good…she literally spelled out…

And it seemed to work….she suddenly got this prepared for nothing feeling, there was anticipation but no trouble…whow..she sighed and remembered to breathe and not give the impression that she was up to something… with whatever was that she was doing…This got her  thinking of something she heard before…she started joining the threads and along with the bus, she seemed to be going somewhere….arriving somewhere…

This relief was so similar to what she felt after  workout or after just running and gulping in loads of air…there, it was a  consequence of proper blood circulation, synchronized breathing  that energised  every cell…

Whereas here, she just sat fighting back puky sensations and trying to not just feel normal but feel ‘Good

…she was aiming for something high, that seemed not so possible, given the circumstances and by attempting and faking, she made it?

All she was doing was creating the happy feel in her body physically…when it was actually not present…she was creating the pseudo feel, that worked out easy breath, easy life feel because the crisis was demanding it???

She had to tell herself, it’s not only going to be okay, It’s also going to be great in just remembering to feel good and practice it again with a  couple of deep breaths….

That Reaching inside and Uplifting sensation was very very same in both the cases….as she was totally distracted by this Eureka moment, she could smile at large at her neighbour and actually enjoy the view…while she just wondered, so is this what they say about…’FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT’!

Are our bodies already designed to listen and adjust to their higher goals…and If you have ever given relaxed and happy sensations to your body…can it just remember and relate and fool you to keep you happy….am I making sense she wondered as she remembered the patronous charm from Harry potter…dint they just conjure a happy moment, and the merrier it was, the stronger the spell and more the effective in ridding the demontours, the happiness sucking creatures??

So, can we focus and use happiness in our Lives to make another not so happy moment better? To face our fears? To conquer what seemed imposible…It just felt like that…That maybe with the way we are designed, all adaptive, we could just bring in happiness to where it was not present and actually bring it…By forgetting the thin line of difference there, could we merge it? By aiming high, pushing up a bit and telling oneself its okay, actually do it?

What were we fighting against? Our own preconceived notions? Our own barriers of Impossibility? Our own excuses for No’s??at that moment, the scenery seemed even more beautiful to harika…it wasn’t mocking at her, It was encouraging her to blend in…That’s it…she felt more in sync with the Universe, with herself…and enjoyed the rest of the curves, happy in her own thought process feeling like ’Nothings Impossible’…it was one of those moments she could smile at just anybody!:)

Talking to Myself Tit Bits!

YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW, YOU JUST KNOW WHEN IT’S COMING…………!
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If you’re living too much in the moment, just letting things crop up and flowing with them…there are times, you wanna just pause and stare at nothing…All that time it takes, don’t fret, It evolves you strong and fresh!
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You just can’t, simply can’t gauge what the other person feels, suffers, enjoys….we either under or overestimate!
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When Adversity hits you, you aren’t the same, you feel wiser, greyer, older than the rest…let it give you pride, discretion and solitaire you from the rest...until you find the rest!
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In some corners, the society is emerging…In some parts, it’s still veiling so called ‘nobility’ to hide its truth, passions, raw and tender emotions until their kin starts to revolt and reflect! haha, Just wait and watch after that…!
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Broad mind is a state of mind, where you can fool yourself beyond the grey lines and fall completely in the dark… until you start redefining whats dark! Let it not melt your conscious and make it weightless…!
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Yes, Yes, we writers don’t know what we talk sometimes..It’s Just blabber and believe me, leaves us more confused than we were…But we just need that exhaust…It’s like the smoke and dust of a machine!
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Chivalry, piercing look, intense talk…Watch out, you will fall for them…Before you realize, you naïve naïve classy girl!
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Whose thought have I picked? Whose lil emotion am I playing with? Who’s the brand ambassador? Where has it originated? Where is it that it has born and eloped? Where all has it gone before it came to me? Are thoughts ever Original???There, there, pick that one…!
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Why are the preachers preaching? Because the Practitioners’ are busy practicing!
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Fat ones are picked for slaughter, so, when you’re picked, you just know….!
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Some smiles stretch, some overdo, some just can’t come, some wont, some are not allowed to, some do frugally saving for never, some don’t at the right time, some go missed, some go wrong, some are mistaken, some are returned back, some are thrown back, some are rid back, some are honored back, some are fondled back…All of them are just returned! It’s an Investment, Believe me!
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We are Urbane and classy, Modernized and sophisticated…So must be your thoughts! Haha, sounds like a warning!?…catch me if you can…, my minds laughing, I’m shocked and helpless until I start enjoying the Irony…;)
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PERRINIAL 3!!!

Slowly, the smile faded as she looked on…Time, she was running out of it…Promises stood when time was reckoned, she promised to meet him for lunch…Run, she thought as she dressed up, two minutes into her wardrobe and she picked a white tunic and blue jeans…ironed it with the towel still draped over, increased the fans regulator to speed to 5 or she’s sweat even as she dressed…summers just proved themselves wherever you were…!
She dressed into her most handy night clothes keeping aside the jeans and tunic, well ironed; scared she’d drop food on it and Ran to the kitchen to cook breakfast and an elaborate meal for herself and her dad who would come back in the evening for Dinner. She just danced her way in leaving the rice cooker to take course, while she diced vegetables and made maggi, the only expert dish that came right at any hour of the day! She gobbled magi with ketchup as she played her usual playlist loudly with the system…she just had to have something in the background…after all, she was the heroine in The Movie of life.
After gobbling three spoonfuls hungrily, she waited for the cooker to finish as she paused and just took a slow course, relishing the mouthful, slurping the excess water… plain and yummy, the simple combination of noodles with perfect Indian spiced masala and veggies she otherwise wouldn’t touch…what is this dish? She praised it like those Master critic chefs in television shows…was Time teaching her to relish things??aha…How she could relish this two minute dish if she just paused and well…felt it with time…Time had to stand, wait for her senses to react and draw an opinion…consumed in time yet again, she thought…Time she was taking to analyze it all…The cooker whistled bringing her back to reality…
Time also bought her intuition if she listened to it often, maybe she got timed to do things…she just knew without looking at the clock what the hour would be…the penality of a routine life,the penality of bowing down to time so much, it made you all the more conscious… she washed her bowl and turned off the cooker after it was done, she took some excess curd from the fridge and dropped it in milk and spoke to the vessel…’Im giving you time to becoming curd’…haha…She laughed…Time again…and what more, it took the exact amount of time to turn into curd and soured up minutes after the proper state was reached…and what did recognize it???Her tongue and her senses again could gauge time as it affected various elements…
All done and in place, she checked the clock, 10am, she had three hours before she could meet him, she just breathed the fresh summer morning as she stepped out and walked her way to the auto.she had to buy him something, just to mark the occasion and make it special…just to materialize it and not just leave it to time…she dint like time taking control…not to that extent…she stopped by a Gift shop and looked at keychains, photoframes,diaries, books,softoys and usual stuff…

She knew she’d keep it simple and remarkable..Usually, she’d take time to make, but this time, she just dint have the time…she picked a random keychain that just smiled and said ’the times now’…apt to her thought process…law of attraction, she smiled and got it gift wrapped it as she wiped her sweat with a white cotton hanky…’chalo bhayya’, she said as she popped back into the auto and reached the restaurant on time…she checked her hair and put on gloss before getting down and paying the autoguy…almost one o clock, not too late…and he was already there, table reserved and waiting…
She gave a huge smile and joined him and was full of blabber describing what all she did since morning, the previous night and simultaneously gave him the key chain, opened it for him and grabbed his bike keys and attached it already….while he just looked and listened on…a thin smile around the corner of his mouth…’How am I looking’? she asked, and dint wait for a reply…probably dint wait enough…she answered herself..’I know Im’ cute’ and grinned foolishly…The matured mum guy just looked on like he was the wisest in the room and his words were priced…But it dint matter to her…for her, he was it and even if his silence was becausedhe was dumbstruck, it dint matter…his introvert handsome looks just made her all the more curious of him and she clinged on…
They ate an elaborate lunch with her talking most of the time, and he just giving in inputs and expressions that proved he was listening... …’are you sick of listeningto me’ she asked, the n’th time because she wanted to listen to the answer that made her happy…’I love to listen to you’…he said airily as he took her hand into his…!She froze and looked into his eyes, not another word came for God knows how long…Time numbed her senses..Time…Time…she knew it, she felt it!

PERENNIAL 2

It was 3am, as she slept unrealisingly…This was another lesson time taught her, not to waste it in waiting…wait for sleep and it wont come…maybe, she had to try the law of attraction…thus she began imagining to fool herself to be asleep…
Lots of times, she lay there…all tired and worn out and sleep wouldn’t come…after all, It was subconscious…sleep is scared to ascend on a conscious state of mind…what when she gauged every thought, alert and vigilant as they came…wondering as they came…filtered as they came…she was caught in its suffocating embrace… ‘no, no’ she decided…conscious effort to keep thoughts at bay…that wont work either...for the hundredth time, after the battle…she slept without the track of her last thought…only when the footsteps vanished could she find her pavilion!

five hours passed like five minutes…the alarm rang at 8am.she hit her phone to shut it and paused to feel good… ‘Feel Good’! She told herself.
she walked into the shower planning to wash away sleep, she ran down the shower and stepped in dropping shampoo on her head as it took course...she danced and sang loudly, releasing her vocal chords, setting them free, competing with the showers noise...she closed her ears suddenly...absolutely noiseless...at this point, she was scared for no reason...she wanted to shout to say she existed...she felt lost in a waterfall as it washed her away...and what if nobody knew???Her ‘time’ seemed to end…

Removing her hands from her ear, and facing the water, face held up high...she fought with her breath until it became difficult for her to endure...40 seconds...20 more would make a minute...she couldn’t...ah, ‘Time’ she thought again...she held her breath and stopped breathing...the water fell on her hair, nose everywhere but she couldn’t feel it...for her, It was all still... ‘When time stood still?’ she wondered? Wrong way of expressing the right thing like many other right things, she thought… ‘Time’ went on…at least, in this world…No water moved or touched her...Time devoured these events as she held her breath...she was not even breathing, technically not even alive...those few seconds, she saved on this earth that she would live later...

she laughed at her silly thought drawing in lots of water as she laughed...she chocked over and felt 'Alive'....time again she thought, If she dint breathe...It dint matter, she saved time...But ‘Time’ went on...continued....those moments she was elsewhere where a different time zone was followed probably???...Maybe she went close to the gates of heaven or hell...she dint care at the moment....’Time here and Time there’...she awed....
she often heard that meditation prolonged life...One of those lines, we hear often...But never think, preferring to deny since its eerie....If you dint breathe...and held your breath...what they called meditation coz it involved proper technique...what would happen to all that time that was yours???...of course, saved to live later?...Life prolonged?

In this regard, she also dint understand how one wasted time saving time for later...probably, for when they knew to what better to make out of it...This was disturbing her simple graph...Time Vs. Life....directly proportional, it should yield a straight line…but this holding breath seemed to extend an alternate path, at every point in the graph, there was a choice...she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a pencil and a paper to calculate roughly how 10 min of meditation in a day saved life for an average life of 70 years, also all those times we held our breath when exposed to a bad stink, she thought…negligible....she ran back to her room, all drenched in her towel and calculated it to 4258 hours, approximating to 177 days…she ran back to the bathroom, wondering what this meant… ‘Time here and time there’ was running in her mind…what about purgatory??? it offered an other course…all this while here, ‘time’ was playing with her sense of belief…sense…and yes, she seemed to understand, where the cycle had to complete…her senses transported her to various time zones…

Without much similitude, she suddenly remembered an article she read in the ‘Readers digest’ that said about people getting better ideas in the shower, where there mind lay relaxed...Hmm...she thought...distracted from what time was teaching her and stopped the shower and wiped the mirror with her hand that was covered with mist now...she looked at herself and smiled... ‘I love you’ the look read, she relished the feeling of being alive...


To be continued…

PERENNIAL!

Chanelising Madness… There was no focus…Cant remain on a thought, Cant stay put on a task…There was restlessness, craziness…Loud song playing in the background…she rose from before the computer and danced before the mirror….her phone beeped, drowning itself in the loud music…not that shed pick!
She played with the volume…Loud, Louder, Loudest….suddenly muffled…silence…. ‘Silence was a part of music’, this she knew, believed and experienced. This game in rhythmic patterns of 2, 4, 6 and 1, 3 , 7…she amused herself with it wondering just how much the volume, Intensity that her ears heard changed the whole perspective…a whole new feeling!

Six times differentiating the volume was difficult; it needed more focus, balance and flexible hand movement. She did it! The rhythm synchronized with the volume control…it felt a bit like DJing but she dint add any other rhythm, only the volume fluctuated to give a new emotion each time… Yes, only the volume, the sound well quantized reaching her ears at different times… ….after all, volume was just quantizing sound. She wondered how this was so much a factor for Great music, taken for granted! This picture, she could relate to a paper all ready to be written while the words formed, pausing at places….They paused, but the papyrus was still much there…Like Rhythm, ever pervading…It couldn’t change or wait for nobody, nor did it go on….It was there, Music and eventually volume and invariably silence only hung up to it.

She analysed this falling on her bed all together and understood Rhytm was Time. As she paused over this idea, she smiled into herself…This was it, Time…she knew encompassed on as much as Rhythm. She could move things from them both!This Rhythm was time…Time doesn’t stop, so doesn’t Rhythm!…wow, she reflected ‘another rediscovery of existing discoveries’….she frowned and smiled into herself yet again!

Seven was too difficult…she got irritated and left her room, looking in the fridge for something to eat, she checked the clock…It was 2am.she scanned through the fridge and picked an apple and bit it with too much force…a large chunk filled her mouth as she danced back to her room, the rhythm still going through her mind.
She stopped suddenly….TIME, she thought, that was it!

‘There’s nothing wrong with just being yourself….’ The song played as she shouted along…the neighbors were used to her now, they closed the windows and drew curtains…and maybe even plugged their ears and buried their heads into their pillows….she dint care! She closed the doors and windows too though…she was the last person to draw attention!
She danced to ecstasy…with nobody watching until her legs ached, that’s when she paused lying on the bed and relishing the fatigue. Her creative mind got the kick start as new steps started to form…But she dint have the energy to try them! ‘Remember for tomorrow’, she told herself, knowing pretty well she wouldn’t, she would hop something entirely different tomorrow or maybe she won’t!


She got up and looked into the mirror ‘what are you?’ she asked, ‘what are you’? It asked back even before she could realise! Reflecting upon that question, she fell back on the bed…grinning as she remembered what she liked to do as a kid. She held a small mirror before a large one and focused on the infinite reflections counting uptill a 15 as it got smaller and difficult to observe after that, however bright the light!It felt like Infinite was there, right there, 'that moment', well captured but imperceptible.

Her human making dint take long to view the Infiite reflections well formed within less than a fraction of a second, illusionary and making her believe it happened simultaneousely when actually, the same beam of light reflceted 'n' times and reached her retina, while her mind developed the image.All taken for granted, Time took it within itself, making things less complicated...yes, 'Time'...

She got up and sat before her laptop and opened to ‘Dell webcam central’ and began a video recording- positioning herself exactly like how she did before the mirror and she asked the lappy ‘What are you’?. She stopped the recording and played it back….
This realization was one like a kid on his first bicycle…The same act she did, at different times brought different feelings to her. In the mirror, she took control, she did it and it was played back simultaneously, she held the responsibility at ‘that moment’ and hence couldn’t process critically or appreciably. The video had to be recorded and when she viewed it back, she saw it like anybody else. The fact that it was herself in the video dint matter. She viewed and thought better over the words. It was easy to…well, ‘Reflect’. That ‘moment’ was another one. This mere difference in ‘Time’ was again able to bring her perceivably different emotions! The only distinction was ‘TIME’…
…….to be continued…

When Less is a Little More...

A Collection of poems from here and there...COMPILED!

PAIN:

She sulked in Sadness,
That heavy heart could only be felt…
Oh, what is this? What is this Madness?
She thought she was different, differently dealt!
But No ways, pain treated them all the same anyways…
She only waited on…Oh please, ‘Let his heart melt’!

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MELODY AND RHYTHM:

What is this melody? Sinking into Rhythm
It seems to resonate, Deep deep inside, well beyond fathom
The Mind knows the numbers behind gauged like Quantum
The tune caresses the rhythm; gentle as a breeze…Only then it is - ‘Happiness Ultimatum’!

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HOPE:

My head already knows it but my heart wants to deny it.
When my Heart knows it has to agree, the tears follow, The Lamp of sorrow well lit.
‘There is no crying over spilt milk’, the head orders again…
‘The milk was what I so loved’, and the Heart cannot part with pain!
There is another Time, Another chance, The Head Reasons…
That “Ray of Hope”…That “Silver Lining”…The Heart Returns
These fewer times, The Head and Heart Have well united
This Blissful Marriage gave birth to “Hope” That Life Celebrated!!!

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WIND:

We are like the Wind...
Liking to go our way,
We are like the wind...
touching lives and liked to be touched as we sway,
We are like the wind...
Liking to mingle yet remain at Bay,
We are like the wind whooshing and swooshing,
but are silenced when we chose to lay,
We are like the wind...
Fickle and not staying where we may,
We are like the wind...
Moving and transient like night and day,
We are like the wind...
Pushing harder where we have to pay,
We are like the wind...
meaning some times,at times just say,
We are like the wind...
we enforce or just let it stray,
We are like the wind...
Deep and serene as to pray,
We are like the wind...
that's all I have to say!

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TEARS:

It wasn’t her nature, she let it go…
She took the pain, nice and slow…
It held there to the brim, choking its flow
I ‘am strong, she promised…No please no…
No more…It echoed, deep down, much below
There they were unstoppable, whatever she did, twitching her brow…
Once out, they had to be there, wet and breaking the vow!
Salty, they were…pushing and running, what a spectacle…lo!

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COLOR:

It absorbs the rest and reflects what you see…
‘This is it’, explained the tutor, do you get what I mean?
Oh sir, he replied, ‘then why can’t it appear like me’?
Ain’t I preferred, leaving the rest, ‘ I ‘am the Scene’!
Nice point, the tute recounted, ‘That you will be…’
But Science had it all, no preferences, very clean
Like there are many, and many have the Key
But the lock is one, one that works has perfectly been
The colors are all; they all want to be…
But ‘only one’ can 'look'- no that’s not at all mean!

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SUN:

The sun, High Up there...
Gives me confidence!
Shining too bright, too bright to bear.
He makes his presence.

As he rises, scorchingly red
He wakes the world with him...
Taking it to its goal, as he lead
Conspicuous and important, attitude to the brim!

Its noon and he's right on my Head
Warming anything as he held
The clothes dried, oils melted...
Their pride gone with the shape and all weld.

The women Tanned their backs
As they bent to fill their Pots
The cattle moved to shade in Packs
Gnawing the cud, a behavior of sorts

The trees shined, what with all the Glare!
Their leaves brilliant, stretching wide as if to care
The sun was there, nothing to spare
He comprised of "Life",told me his stare

He Gave a smell to my clothes,That was his own...
Proving as much as he's higher,His presence is known.
He gave a smell to the grains....That dried to last,their span prolonged
He reminded 'he is an Ingredient', To Indian Recipes he belonged.

'Life' and 'Light' he reflected
Like a king he was throned.
Indians and Greeks respected
With tales and Lore's that adored.

They Made him God
and there he roared
Silently with pride...
He sustained Life, Oh ya he did...For him Twa's an obvious Ride!

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