The Pink collar: selfdiscovery

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Reality or illusion?

On a typical Saturday afternoon, lounging by a steaming cup of americano...I couldn't help but ponder over this old quote by the legendary Oscar Wilde, I came across a few days back.

Within its context, it implies that great poets pen about the dreams that they can’t live and the ones that manage to realize their magic are too engrossed living the illusion.There is no expression left, as expression and realization happen through action, rather than scribbling on a blank canvas.Beautiful moments lived in discretion and building magic in real is a form of art in itself.

The quote is a self-provoking analogy. As an avid analyzer of things, I can’t bring myself to pour out my beautiful moments to the paper. The recurring truth and the magic that I keep living is destined to be the truth of my reality and the zillions of stories or the truth that floods in my mind or keeps me awake all night are the memoirs I treasure close to my heart and these are the ones that would never see the daylight of life.The magical world...the beautiful stories are within me and are only for me.

Xoxo

Sunday, June 1, 2008

ThE rEfLeCtIoN!!!...........

I walk into myself, to feel the withering of the psyche
I gaze into my own reflection that seems disparate...
The reverie appears to have faded, which is no rife
And the clouds unmoved, beckon my soul to migrate....

I walk into myself, reckoning the broken mirror
I gather the shattered pieces....
But the vague pieces pierce through the lifeless skin making a furor
The cry went unheard; the cacophony was confined to the pieces....

The call of dusk seeps in...I gulp the tears of blood
I give myself up....
I linger for a faint beam to see my own conduit of life...
I implore for a change in the current weather of dryness after the long night of darkness....

I walk into myself, with a whiff of life, with a new hope, with dried tears & cold smile...
I strive to touch the beaming rays of vigor...
But my quavering hands didn’t reach the lighted pile
I grasp the stoic truth, with its rigor

The call of dawn seeps in, there is light in & out...
I yearn to give myself...
I linger to merge the new delusion into my life... all in vain
I see & hear an unsullied day...but incapable of feeling it...
I walk into myself, to find myself walking the walk in solitude deprived of life...
~~~IPSITA~~~~

10 POINT SOMEONE-"ME"

1.plain dal when mixed with equal amount of curd tastes best to me.

2.if you catch me curling my lips, trying to disfigure my face, giving a "duh" look, dont misinterpret me to be having an attitude problem, rather thats due to my jaw problem.

3. if i am listening intently with a broad grin, & occasional nods, then chances are i am probably not listening to your boring talks or thinking "jeez!!!...you are so dumb!"

4. when i wish to treat my tongue, i gulp down the goodies like a glutton without even bothering to chew them first, so as to fool my bod & avoid it from noticing those extra calories.

5. i suffer from compulsive obsessive disorder, so dont make that face if you see me opening & closing the door of my room in a frequent spree, or refreshing my comp screen every sec.

6. i suffer from multiple personality disorder, there are 2 prominent persons in me, it so happens that one person would be throwing guffaws of laughter one moment, while the other would be sobbing the next.(ps- i am overlooking the other recessive creatures that lives in me)

7. i can stare continuously for minutes, without blinking, so if you are the victim of my goggle, then trust me i aint thinking about you unless the gaze is accompanied with raised eyebrows(in that case, i am not only putting u in my slipshod mind but i am also plotting some serious actions/revenge against you.amen!

8.if i smile at you more than i should, then trust me on this, i don't love anyone more than i hate you.

9. i can look into myself on the mirror for hours without showing any expression on my face.

10.i have a very bad habit of writing/thinking random, that hardly makes any sense, n the above written points are the best example to prove this point.;)

there is a princess in every girl...!

Who says you need a star studded tiara, a castle amidst the clouds, a dream kissed romance in your diary, a serendipitous life, to be a princess. There’s a princess in every girl, waiting to be unleashed & acknowledged… smothered dreams at the back of the mind bubbling to be given a form, and you don’t have to be born with a silver errrr…a platinum spoon to dive into the pool of royalty. Every girl is beautiful in her special own way, you just have to open your eyes to a new horizon to envision it. We are all the Cinderella of 21^st century, we shall bid adieu to our oppressed monotonous lives & embrace the illusionary kingdom of fairytale by stepping into the elusive glass shoes. The figments of our dreams are all around us, all we have to do is to hoard them together to make it come alive....coz there is a princess in every girl :)