Coloured glasses

Seldom are those moments

When we are totally open..

The wardrobe full of coloured glasses

Stacked one on top of another..

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We don’t even notice that we’re wearing

not one or few, but all of them…

Our eyes quenching for that frame,

When the eyes glimpse the real..

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Those seldom moments

When we do catch that glimpse..

Are enough to steer us

Back home

♥️

~aryaa

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Think them anyway!!!

When you ask of life, that which no one around you has ever asked, you kinda question it!

But that’s exactly what makes it crucial and critical!

If Steve Jobs, didn’t ask for music to be fitting right into his tiny denim pocket, we wouldn’t have experienced this world changing technology that has a prefix of an ‘i’

Think all of those thoughts!!

A world of Peace!! Yeah!!!

Life with zero traffic on roads!! Hell yeah..

Think all of these thoughts, which you urge to think..

Cuz they have the power to change lives

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And you’re worth it!! Every thought you have deserves the space to exist..

Every thought you think, comes with power..

Don’t take away your power by dumping all those powerful thoughts in the recycle bin..

Think them!!

Think them anyway..

♥️

aryaa

The artists’ defence

Diaries & blank pages, get me all excited!!

I love stashing notepads like a kid would, candies..

Somehow I can’t remember where I put my collection of fine tips (pens)..

That’s another thing I love to stash

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The waves get me all excited

And the sand & the shore..

The sand toys would be the cherry on top,

The sunset: one ‘to go’ please

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The blue waters of the pool

Are another starting point

They get me all started, till I find

The rhythm of my heart beating out loud

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Jigsaw puzzles are a real mystery

Only till you get them all sorted

N then again you wanna shuffle it all,

N start again .. I can go on n on

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Now movies are the real deal..

Like my first love or something

N probably my last love too..

I could watch them till the end of eternity..

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Travel & vacations kind set me up,

To be my best, best self

A pair of flip flops or maybe a pair of sneakers

Are all I need (not really 😝)

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Hide n seek, outdoors or in my very home,

Cheering for my kid are all worth my time

It’s so much fun to hide n then be sought

Like a gift unwrapped..

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Now food is also the love of my life

Nachos, burritos n desserts..

Maybe doughnuts or waffles

Or anything sweet.. I’m all set

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On a dull n boring day, I’d really visit the chopper

The guy who chops off my super short hair,

Hats off to him..he channels the ‘rebel’

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I change my name to ease it up,

Truth be told,cuz I feel dichotomous

I find myself oscillating between the two ends

One being my home, the other my dreamy place

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It’s weird & kind, normal yet shaken up,

I feel so odd, like no others around

I’ve embraced it now, it’s nothing to be wary of

It’s just me, being ME!!

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I’m mediocre yet deep n rich,

My life feels textured in complexity

I’m easy yet multiply skilled

N yet I treat it not like bread n butter..

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Fun is like the secret thread

Running the fabric of my life

I don’t really care for anything much

Other than family, fun & my share..

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My share of being me,

True to all of it’s complexity

Lazy, easy & ever changing

My mantra is Inconsistency

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I’ve stopped caring if others get me or not

Cuz it’s my job for sure

N I do a pretty ace job at it

I back myself up, to the core

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I like to call myself WEIRDO,

As if it’s a badge of honor

N it’s an award if no one gets me,

It means I’m bang on!!!

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My friend,my darling friend ‘inspiration’

Visits me in spurts

But when she does,

She kinda rocks me, like a storm

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An artist’s life is so full n rich,

N yet so sparse and scanty

It’s like the rain, of inspiration

Is the steering wheel, controlling all the bounty

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N yet, if given a choice,

I’d choose this exact same life again

I’d change absolutely nothing about it

Other than make ‘inspiration’ my best, best friend

♥️

~ aryaa

At the mercy of my friend ‘darling inspiration’

Authenticity : a super power

Why does it have to be ‘feminism’??

Why can’t it be ‘being -ism’ that favours the will of every human being??

N why does it only have to be about ‘ambitious’ women fighting for equal pay??

Why not live in a world where every being gets to be themselves. Breaking labels like ‘woman’ & ‘ambitious’..

Gender can be a label, if it weighs itself down by life choices that come heavily attached to it..

How about break all the labels?!

How about just exist plainly for a moment.. just BE & then choose who and what you are!!

Redefining gender or orientation or relationship status or color or ethnicity or roles or life choices!!!!

How about we simply be ‘authentic’??

Authenticity is a super power!!

It is not about being unique in order to be rare, and bring something novel out into the world (though that may be the end result none the less)

Find what is ‘Essential’ to you!!

The word essential has some linkage to the word essence..

What is the ‘essence’ of your being??

What drives you to exist??

What is it which gives meaning to your life??

What brings you Joy??

What makes every moment of your life worthwhile??

And can you look at yourself, and appreciate how this ‘drive’ to express life in your ‘own’ way can be positive??

It is about consciously breaking ‘labels’ that have been passed around like heritage valuables.. & being able to see through them. Being able to decide if they really serve you.

Keep the ones that serve you and dispose off the rest. Even the labels that are sought after by the whole world, can be junk to you if they don’t find meaning and purpose, striking a chord with your soul..

Let the choices made by your soul be your work alone.

Even if you are the only person in this entire world, who feels a certain way, encourage the choice and the feeling, if it makes you feel joyful and happy.

Let no one be burdened by the responsibility of seconding your choice.

You can second and third your opinion every single time , leveraging it to be the crux of your own life experience.

Authenticity is a super power!!! & whoever can wield it, would claim their throne & reign in their life

♥️

Aryaa

The real one..

Your lowest days don’t define you,
Do not take them too seriously..

They won’t last too long,
If only you let them pass by like a breeze..

They hit you in the face
With stuff you dislike the most..

They give you feelers, your lowest days,
Of the disconnection..

It’s a call to be alert, and change course
Thought by thought

Steering towards
that which lights you up..

The lowest of days are nothing more
than a sign,
a reminder to look at something nice..

Evidence that we’re surely looking in the wrong places,
Proof of our disconnection,
which is nothing more than a nudge

To look at something beautiful
To smell something lighter
To feel a little different

Look out the window, the real one,
You find on the real walls of your home..

Not the ones on your screen, or Facebook..

Listen to the cooing of the birds
Or the rattling of the cars, making their way through a city full of traffic
That’s some will power..

Look at the sunshine .. yeah!!
Hits us hard, especially in Mumbai in the scorching summers

Feel the changing times, and the ease they bring along…

How EASY!!!

At fingertips are options of a meal,
a party or even a vacation

Sometimes even an alternate life set up in a distant location

Life indeed has become easy
And bright!!!

Love is around, all the time!!
If not around you, maybe just around the corner

And if you still can’t find it,

Be certain!!!

You’re looking in the wrong places..

Just change the view, tilt your head
Or if not..
Look out the window, the real one..

~ diary of a crazy girl

The seeker’s chatter

All the stories I make,to convince myself

‘I haven’t failed’

Fail

In that moment of recognition

Of my true power

Which I haven’t wielded yet…

N yet

I am closest to my highest self

More than ever before..

My highest self, why do you elude me???

I wish you’d let me stay with you for a moment,

Or maybe a day..

I might witness the true glory I came for..

A Rendezvous with you is just as mesmerising

As it is heartbreaking…

For you seem ever so unreachable

And yet you never betray me.

You never ever leave me, n yet I am so far from you??

Don’t you see it is quite painful…

The fear of failing seems minuscule

For the pain of coming this close and giving up is far more heart shattering

They say you’re easy to find!!!

Really??

All those who have found you seem to be at their highs..

What am I missing here??

Being up close with me doesn’t help!!

I don’t want a life like others.. I want my very life..

I am not changing anything!! Please come..

My beautiful highest self,

Visit me for supper n stay back..

For life is glorious when you and me are one!!!

~ your seeker

Birthday post/ a milestone musing / celebrating 35♥️

Something magical about August!

Is it cuz I was born in August, or simply cuz it’s called August??

N as I walk the cusp of 34 into 35, my childish urges only grow bigger..

From forcing my kid to share his chocolates with me (cuz I consider myself to be a kid) to playing hide n seek with gusto, to refusing to grow up… its really a long list you know..

N with each passing year, I only seem to grow young at heart.. I consider myself younger than my four year old n admit to being his best student, n he my best teacher so far..

I take pride in being called ‘Flaky’ cuz is really anything serious going on here?? Other than the fact, that I have only myself to pull up for the way I have lived my life??

N I realise it’s all about ‘play’!!!

My son demonstrates it cuz the second he opens his eyes in the morning, he wants to play.. n the minute he is done with his ‘more powerful (read shorter) than the noon time power nap’ he is all set to…. PLAY..

N as I hurry him after school, so as to quickly reach Home (why the hell???) he pulls my hand audaciously only to stop me, as he visually relishes the front tyres of the red bus going on the speed breaker ‘dhubuk dhubuk’ n then slowly the back tyres making the transition..

It’s a big deal for him!!! N he has to stop by and enjoy it..

I realise he is so tuned in all the time, and me as a parent though guilty of innocently disrupting his flow, (thanks to my being out of tune) we get each other like no one else..

I feel lucky to be able to see things his way!

N I feel lucky that I am adamant n stubborn about the world not telling me how to live my life.. cuz in that moment of rebellion is when my son’s soul touches me the most..

N though asking that for myself is much easier than helping my son find his voice for the same, I’m pretty sure he will not feel afraid to ask whenever it’s time..

Whoa!!! 35 must have done something to me!!!

Lol

~ aryaa