New beginnings…

Here’s to whatever the future holds.. Yes; to all adventures, to all new experiences, to everything happy and exciting! This is the part where you find out who you are. Never hold back.. Never let anything get you down.. cut out the old that makes you sad. Embrace life and never waste a second of it on things that don’t bring you joy!

Here’s to a new beginning! 😊

Rose Coloured Glasses…

Everybody’s saying that we should get back together

And everybody’s saying that we’re meant to be together

Everybody’s saying that how the love was so damn perfect
And I ain’t never seen a petal that don’t think it’s worth it
Cuz…
They ain’t been through the things that you put me through and
They ain’t seen all the things that I seen in you and
They ain’t never cried the tears you made me cry
So they can’t be the judge cuz…
They don’t know what I know

They never seen that part of you
They know the lies I know the truth
They say stay I say go
They never aseen our scars before
They think our love is beautiful
Everything is beautiful when you’re looking through
Rose coloured glasses
Everything seems amazing when you see the view through
Rose coloured glasses
..Take ’em off

True! Some relationships appeal only from the outside.. u don’t see the things that goes behind closed doors..

The Clod and the Pebble… William Blake

“Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.”
So sung a little Clod of Clay
Trodden with the cattle’s feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:
“Love seeketh only self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another’s loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven’s despite.”
Songs of Innocence and Experience. The poem elegantly expresses the two sides/types of love; the selfless love and the selfish one! The former talks about innocence and giving oneself in order to create a better relationship; while the latter voices its opinion from experience and thus taking from another in order to increase. Mr. Blake however sides with the latter choosing to end his poem on a grayer note.
I, however do not think that the poem talks about two different relationships. To me it seems that it is just the various stages of the same one. Each relationship starts out innocent, trying their best to sacrifice for the other; however, with time, it changes to the Pebble. Maybe not always to the extent given in the poem, but certainly to fit ones own need and requirements. We try to mold the other person to our need, expecting they bend to our will without giving a moment’s thought to their feelings. And I also think those are the relationships that last. Those are the ones where we establish our own identity; a one different from the relationship…
… for it is very easy to lose oneself in a relationship.

Que Sera Sera..

“Do not bring people in your life who weigh you down. And trust your instincts … good relationships feel good. They feel right. They don’t hurt. They’re not painful. That’s not just with somebody you want to marry, but it’s with the friends that you choose. It’s with the people you surround yourselves with”. —Michelle Obama

Indeed, trust your gut! It might hurt to walk away, but that will never compare to the pain of staying. Don’t let the fear of being alone, keep you in a relationship where you are alone!

Que Sera Sera – whatever will be will be!

The Purple Sky…

“I love thunderstorms: the hiss of the wind, the boom of the thunder, the way lightning lights up the sky. Why? Because sometimes nature can’t handle the pressure. Because sometimes the sky explodes.”

So, monsoon is finally here! After the sweltering heat of an Indian summer; the cool breeze and smell of fresh wet earth is a welcome change.

Thunderstorm, they make my heart skip a beat! There is something surreal about streaks of lightning illuminating the purple skies with the resounding drum of thunder not far behind. There is a word for it, I believe; Ceraunophile – loving thunder and lightning and finding them intensely beautiful. That pretty much sums my feelings towards a good ol’ thunderstorm! It fills me with awe, seeing the capacity nature holds to nurture or destroy. The majesty and grandeur of it is simply something that cannot be put into words.

Have you ever seen a thunderstorm making its way over an ocean? All you can see for miles and miles is water cascading from above; on more water that is thrashing on rocks. It is simply breathtaking.

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For me, I feel like I am the only person that finds thunderstorm very relaxing! The pure tranquility of sitting by the window, with my coffee mug in my hand, listening to the rhythm of the falling rain and watching the heavens explode is something I treasure! It is pure, it is serene; it is a solitary pleasure I do not want to share with anyone; lest it spoil the moment.

You will hear thunder and remember me,                                                                           And think: she wanted storms.                                                                                             The rim of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,                                                 And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

 

She Walks In Beauty…. Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!