Looks of love: A reason or for a season?

When I was actually wondering, what will be my next post all about. Nothing to be surprised off, I didn’t actually have a thought or two to write on in my mind. But after a couple of days this bubble of question sprang from the ocean of my heart asking me: ‘What are the Looks of love; and if there are then is it a reason or for a season?’

I was baffled the way how sometimes heart role plays the mind. In an attempt to know what dimension of ones being can this question be answered, I thought why not ask few fellow beings about what they think ‘Love in their life is’ and:

For a 33 year young man, who has comfortably carved his life so far with education of interest, job of passion and life of freedom when asked to describe what dimension of love have you been in? pause pause pause pause …… blink blink …Hmmm Hmmm…. Well this was not the answer but the silence metaphoric into a long wait in the air  and here comes the answer (finally)  ‘I have not yet experienced anything as such, so probably there is much to explore and have fun in the relationships. I guess I may not need anything as serious as love in fact’. And I heard it as ‘PLEASURE GRAPPLE’ is the look of love for this man but is it for a reason or for a season? Is the call to be answered?

For a 47 year young woman, when I asked the same question, her eyes rolled the silver lining of the clouds and a ‘huh’ as a conclusion of the flash back she would have played in her mind of her life made me even more eager to know what was the answer and she said ‘SECURITY - what more can you ask for in this unpredictable life, true love may not really happen, love can wait I guess’ and there I was controlling my expression of not wanting my jaws to drop and make the environment anything more confusing than the answer. And there the answer was “SECURITY – a look of love’

And when asked for a mid 60’s well travelled gentleman, his answer to this question was ‘It’s all about sharing common aspects we have in life’ So there my heart was tugging a string to have harmony with the question, ‘Where the differences should dig their grave as all the common aspects shared will try to attain nirvana with a companion’ and after a orchestra of all long notes; many major and minor notes, virtually visualized by the heart which was playing the role of mind now gave the answer that is ought to be given … 'truth' … and i.e., one needs to have so called ‘ISOLATED PLEASURE ZONE’ which is u, which gives u the reason to be a cave person to invent and re-invent a new or old u to wear a make-up of all the characterized looks of love with the sunscreen as security, tinted moisturizer as diplomacy/sweet nothings, cover-up stick as job, a compact powder as external u, to sometimes blur the vision of relationships, the kohl as fantasies and not to forget the mascara as expectations (which extends once far-sightedness) and lipstick as adventurous colors that words spoken and unspoken will paint ur life with. 

After all the make-up that one wears as looks of love, at the end of  the day one has to look into the mirror to have a clean skin which I connect as a clean soul to know that fantasies have left a mark and you need wet tissues to wipe them off, a tan because sunscreen as security didn’t really give the expected SPF protection which can be cleaned by time to pass-by, mascara as expectations ripped off few lashes in war between degree of achievement and ability to give/take, sweat (juggling between work-life and personal-life conditions) absorbed the external u but sweet nothings helped to give a hook to hang-in there to know that, at some point of time in life all this fashion of love needs a break to play the game clean of ‘SEE-SAW’ wherein to 'see' a person as he/she is and u r seen back as a real u and just u in acknowledgment as “SAW’. The ack maybe in the form of a smile, a pat, a humble kiss on forehead or a mischievous wink. 
Perhaps in the game of SEE-SAW there is a balance of how much is seen and how much is not in each other’s span as togetherness for just one life.

So wear the best make-up to have the right look of love(security, compassion, humbleness, fun, sharing, eternity, soulmates etc.,) because you will be on a road of high and low curves to play the “SEE-SAW’ in the air of lively life whether it’s for a reason or for a season remains a mystery!!!!!

~Shilpa  

Delta Living – Life unravels in Versions?

In the delineated lives of construct that we all have set in motion, an idea to ponder upon struck me this morning when I actually thought of the software tool that we use at work which has this amazing feature called ‘Resynchronize’, wherein the differences (Delta) from the previous version to the current version can be resynchronized to get the latest changes.

In arbitration of this feature, I wondered whether our lives reveals in itself as a ‘Delta Change’?  Are we delta living? In consensus to these questions there is one gap which needs to be filled and that is ‘Resynchronize’ feature wherein the changes in past can be synchronized to the present to savor the future. So this is the mathematical form of incorporating the changes and abide to “An interval of possible values (A sane thing one can do at that given point of time) for a given quantity (For the change infused in life) for instance across a sample (Sample being the Homo sapiens themselves)”

The chemistry involved in it is even more worth looking into, wherein analogy process would be “Neutralization. In chemistry, neutralization is a chemical reaction whereby an acid and a base react to form water and a salt. All the so called ‘Acidic Feelings’ like anger, fantasies, betrayal, infidelity, whining etc., react with (I consider only 1 major base) i.e., REALITY infuses calmness (Water) and spices up the life in its own way to render the change merge or purge in deep abyss of our memories.

And I think it’s true that life unravels in different versions for different people which can take its own pace to appear as a Delta which calls for the click of the option ‘Resynchronize’. 

~Shilpa 

Cultured Hypocrite - Where is the Space for True Love?

“I may not become a rich guy or maybe a well learned personality but I am a better cultured man” this was the line which triggered series of my thought process for the day by one of computer service provider at work this morning.

And I would call a contradictory personality of what my dear friend mentioned above as someone who is ‘Cultured hypocrite’ who seems to have all the riches in the world and so called a “well learned” person but culturally a ‘Con Artist’. In exalt of modernism, sovereignty can take many possible ways like money, fame, search for individuality, etc. The list can go on so where is the space for true love then?

For a while, my thoughts creep into a dark zone of this thinking process wondering whether search for true love in one’s lifetime would ever come to an end!!! And the instantaneous answer my neurons gave was “NO”. I was amazed with the speed with which the brain cells could process such a huge question in such a short span J and throw the answer right to my conscious state that the answer is “NO”!!!

So when I started travelling with the quick fix answer given by the neurons eventually I felt that it might be true because a person under goes tremendous change in herself/himself over a life time (spanning anywhere before birth and after death too) and it is very important not to fall in love completely with the former because change is constant and you will soon have to take the road of falling in love with a new self once the change has played its magic in your life AGAIN!!!

With this reasoning given by my heart to the neuron quiz answer I was so much astonished to know the importance of falling/rising in love with someone whom we all await should enter our life i.e., a companion for life time. The dreams and intentions that we place as a request in this cosmos for that special one in our life seems to take many mysterious moments wherein encountering a wrong or maybe I would say a ‘Learning Relationship’ helps one to know that the worth of the right one in this quest. On the lighter note I call this as ‘Welcome to the world of Cultured Hypocrite’!!!

A so called ‘Polished Being’ who makes all the ideal promises like ‘you were the one whom I always wanted’ (As if nothing else in this whole world this being ever wanted in life), ‘you are the one who makes my heart beat’ (As if the heart wasn’t beating before, I wonder how blood circulation happened all this time thenJ), ‘I want our children to know how we both met on a beautiful sunny/winter day/night (Oh our children will just be waiting for this D-day in their life to know how they came into this worldJ) blah blah blah … and boom there is no sign of one more meet again EVER after all these ideal promises made for not just few days to come ahead but for LIFETIME (For heaven sake I really wonder how a road map of bed of roses can one picture when making such dreamy promises and never gets back to it as if nothing ever happened in past!!! )

Then comes the end of this weary moment wherein like ‘The moral of the story is’ kinds J a message is given that we are so much hypnotized in this urbane living that behind the mask to ‘Cultured Hypocrite’ which most of us wear in one form or the other in the society we live there is always a part in us no matter what beliefs we hold, which region of this world we come from, irrespective of the thoughts inculcated by our education and myths introduced my our subcritical conditioning of early bringing up we all crave for true love one way or the other. Maybe in the form of companion, friends, sisters, brothers, parents, strangers etc., any form of relationship that a human being can create when he/she is in the form of the brittle mantle called ‘Body’.

The experience that our souls carry in the journey of all the wrong relationships we get into will still have a secret message to be conveyed even beyond the space and time when our particle nature of the body blends with particles of the soil.

~Shilpa

Like never before

Like never before

On a bright sunny day of a divine plot,
when my eyes met yours, triggered a thought,
I knew at that moment what i have got,
And i believe that we were ready for just this shot.

I am a prisoner of time and space,
Free me now by your unconditional love,
We are meant to flow in eternal existence,
And pave the path to set a new pace.

Our souls are singing the music of communion in unison,
Let our hearts dance to the beats of realization ,
our bodies are meant to know the visage of this dimension,
And absolutely this is not one more count as infatuation.

our death is the glorious moment of oneness,
we already know how to transcend beyond this darkness,
Lets make a accord never to be this restless,
And let us take a vow forever to be sealed in happiness.

oh my beloved
punish me no more with empty lives to reincarnate,
punish me no more with suffocating moments that I'll have to take,
punish me no more to be locked in somebody else's arms like a puppet.
oh my heavenly one, the only one.....
All i ask you is love me like never before, never before and never before !!!



~Shilpa

Moment of Lark

Excited was i that the evening came,
Waiting you to call me a dame,
Smiling will be i for all the funny exclaim.
I know pal its a silly game, But our hearts can never give it a name !!!!!!

Making you dream of a woman whom you'll proclaim,
To light the spirit of your imagination which should burn like a flame,
Smiling will be i for all the funny nickname.
I know pal its a silly game,But our souls can never picture it in a frame !!!!!!!

I now understand that moment of lark has no aim,
Am sure neither of us deserve this blame,
Smiling will be i for all the invisible maim.
I know pal its a silly game,But our journey in life did not turn out to be the same.

~Shilpa

SEEK

In you i seek the sky to change,
In you i seek the moon to shine,
In you i seek the earth to grow,
I seek me in you honey; in you the time to just let go !!!

In you i seek the strength of sun,
In you i seek the abode of venus,
In you i seek the garden of all joy,
I seek me in you honey, in you the path to solitude !!!

Intoxicated in the seek of love,
Bewildered and bewitched by the mysterious potion,
Drunk in the shadow of your presence,
I seek me in you love; in you the path to the sober state !!!

In you i seek the bundle of kindness,
In you i seek the door to mercy,
In you i seek the fine honey liped words,
I seek me in you honey; in you the mirror unto myself !!!!

Oh my beloved ! Do not make me more disheartened.
Seek not me anywhere, for simply i am not the one anymore !!!!

~Shilpa

I am the beauty of the night

My world, my love life, like bubble of water,
Experienced only by me in momentary jitter,
To see it all vanish at the set of bright sunshine.
All I know is that, I am the beauty of the night;
Spanned between dusk and dawn, once there, once gone!!!!

Whole bright hours of the day I meditate,
For his arrival, like a flower for its bee,
Like a wife for her man, like a drought hit land
for the first drop of rain.
All set to be drenched in the beautiful embrace.
For I am the beauty of the night;
Spanned between dusk and dawn, once there, once gone!!!!!

Fears getting converted to memories, memories into desires,
Desires which lead to illusion; illusion is where I live.
I am the beauty of the night;
Spanned between dusk and dawn, once there, once gone!!!!!

Oh love! Never take the joy of virtual nights,
For I consider these my worthful rights,
Until my eyes open up to see the bright.

Oh destiny of mine… I vow am the beauty of the night;
Spanned between dusk and dawn, once there, once gone!!!!!

~Shilpa