Let yourself not crush a dream.


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Faith can make things go round for me. Blind faith. We all know that we can all fall down the stairs, a building, a cliff, a narrow unhedged mountain path, yet we attempt them. The first horse ride, the second bicycle attempt after the first fall, each school exam, every next interview is a good occassion and the previous failure a sureshot detriment in our even wanting to go for them. Success is not a guarantee and only that each milestone you mark In your journey in lands of mirages. 

But sitting back in our comfort zone, has it helped the mountaineer to cross that only makeshift treelog bridge that is the only escape from a waterlogged drowning village struck by landslides? Or could they survive who didn’t dare to jump out of their homes when the earthquake shook the very ground they stood on? How would you ever reach the safe end if you wouldn’t even try? Sometimes, the very lie of a hope can work the miracle. Remember O. Henry’s ‘Last Leaf’? Bare naked truth can make you cower and never ever want to hope, to try! A faith, even if false, can help to tide over and sustain a loss better than always forcing the truth down the throat. People have known to take that leap of faith in that detrimental phase and then moved on to accept reality when better equipped emotionally, physically, sensibly, for better grounds, pastures, hopes. Trust is what connects you to the other end, and your eye, when focussed on that target, disciplines each single cell of your body to concentrate to not miss its step. Once done, you are past the danger mark!

Let someone hold onto a lie sometime. Let that lie be a dream.
Let them walk that rope with that hope in hand
than slap them with a reality scream. [Purvi Petal]

People perish in wars of all sorts because they do not risk attempting to escape the assault. If the tight rope walker ( funambulists, acrobats and slackliners) wouldn’t keep faith about the rope and his muscle power, would he be ever able to walk the rope? Contrastingly, Stark acceptance of fact, of reality dissuades from trying. It is denial of the very basic principal of life, the constancy of change. It is being rooted to the spot for the real fear of the road ending one day. The only people who never tumble are those who never mount the high wire. (Oprah Winfrey). 

We all knew walking the moon was virtually impossible. Yet thought-fliers flew their crafted flyers for us and a day came we flew to the moon too, propelled by the fuel of desire and seemingly unachievable dreams. Physics comes to the rescue of so many of our otherwise unrealistic ideas. When we do the Maths of things, the number of varying probabilities astonishes and ultimately the statistics of a possible chance count higher than the naught. Two zeros fused or divided make infinity. That is the amazing reality of life, it can come to mean and multiply those meanings into so many things. Yes, it takes courage to do any of this. To be the aviator of your own dreams. Or to reach the safety net, leave alone success. And for that you need to have first of all faith in the power of your own self to achieve immense, moderate or vague success or to totally bite dust. Hope and faith make juggernauts out of us. Cowards at heart never won a battle ever. I am walking the tight rope of my life every day. Care to join?


Maria Spelterini walking across a tightrope across the Niagara Gorge. Picture via wikipedia. This image is in the public domain.

Rambling Soliloquies


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I left my verses here.. 
In the vain hope
That You shall read and return
And return to read
You did, but never met me.. 
You did read, you did feel me 
But never touched me again.. 
I still await you my love.. I still do, 
Come back to me.. Won’t YOU?

~ Purvi Petal, 10February ©2010

P.S. : Picture and poem are personal copyrighted property of Purvi Petal. Do not reuse.

Flowers On The Grave

There are ways to reach out to those we think we have lost, if we want to, when there is still a breath left. But only if we want to. If we have grown our ego the size of the hurt we have given them, then the distance has grown larger than any real distances were, maybe more than between the Earth and the moon. 
Can’t we think and try to make things better their way sometime? Can’t we recollect all what they did to make us feel better and alive and great? Can’t we atleast fulfill the requests they had made and the small promises we had given? Yes, we keep asking once in a while what we should do to make them feel better if not smile. But when they tell us we are not listening because  we don’t ever bring ourselves to doing those things except ask once again. Sometimes the clue to happiness is the smallest key when we keep nagging about the  huge locks. 
We gladly sought and took all the words they bestowed on us but kept them in the waiting line because we were too afraid or too selfish or too casual to bother. Why do we keep waiting for them to leave us in death or parting? Why do we keep procrastinating and delaying it to the point words begin losing their essence and the purpose of cheer has lost its meaning? Were we treated the same way by those whom we are treating like this or are we avenging someone else’s frustrated anger on them? We need not alter our perceptions but we can be tolerant and receptive of others and give them their due deserving words which they have so yearned to hear instead of mocking & laughing at their form of seeing love and happiness, in our jeering, squashing every ounce of confidence and trust they have grown in our relationship. 
Why do we keep berating and beating them hollow those who make with us and sustain us our present for the fear of future? Praise too delayed and posthumous awards are like laying /growing flowers on the grave. Once dead, they shall lay silent, only the hollow reeds shall speak to the rustling dry winds.

They grow flowers on the graves of dead in their remembrance.
But forgot to nurture and cherish when they were alive who are now dead.

~ Purvi Petal, 14May©2015

Risking it All..


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Oh the lover does not understand
How she sent the lone flower
He is unmindful of her plans
How she walked along the burning tar
To find one green patch of tuft
To spring across the road
And quickly throw her gift
From across the window.
Too busy with chores
Not much time to spare
Done sure of her, content
sedulous love-driven veneration
He does not wait
Weary on his own
He has no patience
Seeing the flower he delights
And then tosses aside
the next moment,
Forgetful of his own summoning
Dissimsive of his beloved’s
risk-taking and intent.
~ Purvi Petal, 13May©2015


On why I wrote at all, My Last Post : The struggle between stifling and spelling


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Spilling or spelling? Choking or pewking? Pouting or pouring? Spraying or spiralling?
Stifling or venting? Indecision had me more shattered.
The struggle caught me midway, splitting my words in air
than spewing them whole on paper.
Battered with my thoughts, all spent, I only had them half splattered.

~ Purvi Petal 23April©2015

* Muffled cries, baffled thoughts, decision-indecision, how much, how less, saying, not saying, stifling, venting, speaking, choking, between all this is this above.
What it is to decide between saying it and not saying it and how much to say it as to not hurt and yet be able to let the suffocating heart breathe a little, if only to be able to manage silent cries. Even that process needs some air.*

Phrase of the fortnight : To Stand..


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When he chose a trivial ‘friend’ over her
While she left everyone behind solely to
Stand to be his only comforter,
She realized that day, that all promises
were a sham; A fool she was,
in her gullibility, holding his hand.

While she stood behind him,
stood for him and stood by him,
She was merely a standby for him.
While she steadfastly chose to stand by him,
all he chose was to make her a standby. .

I once again stand corrected in my assumption
that standing by a ‘friend’ pays in the long run.
It does pay, in a different way, to take away,
whatever I was left with after giving them the ‘rest’ of me.

He couldn’t stand her and her defending loyalty any longer.
He found ways to get out and get back at her to defeat her.

~Purvi Petal, 29April©2015

All word usages and examples are my own and copyrighted
and not to be used anywhere without my written sanction.

*The night between 28th and 29th of April*


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