A Scribble & A Postcard : Living Without Titles

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What difference does it make,
If I spoke to you tonight
How does it matter
If you are at all there?
Yet how heavily it weighs
And strongly does it scatter
My thoughts like seeds in a wind.
I try to ignore all that I keep sensing
The voices in my head their own
I am not a fool
To not know of your afflictions
Gather your storms now
And put them in my bosom
Take my name and let it find
Within you, no oblivion.

~ Poems, picture & handwriting ~
Purvi Petal 26 May©2015

CAGES

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Sometimes the convincing Lies told by people to others are lies told to themselves, they are their own traps without realization that they are the ones going to muddle wisdom with the makebelieve of the sheer blunder of their choice and its insistance and persistance ; hence ironically suffering their own foolishness gladly.
When people force acquire things or even other people by money & snatch achieve by power (which is a multi-faceted word) for fulfillment of their whimsical desires but what is not just and right, these things always make them pay in the end, this way or that.
~ Purvi Petal, 10June©2015

All words including wordmeme on pic owned by Purvi Petal.
Pic courtesy : fb page ‘Color Me Impressed’.

Water~Fire Relationship : A Critical Appreciation of Symbolism Between The Two

Purvi:

Just think this analogy needs a re-read by my wonderful blog followers <3

Originally posted on Purvi's Purple Petals:

A penning, a poem by a friend recently, triggered off a volley of thoughts in my mind about the paradoxical relation and mystical symbolism between water and fire. I decided to explore it like a poet again, and not like another critical language analyst. This is the poem :

~~~~~~~~watery fires~~~~~~~~

By : Siddharth Kaul

waters waters, waters in my life,
the life’s boat takes an extra stride
as the clock ticks another stroke,
Glides, sometimes rocks my boat…

waters waters waters standing still,
of peace, contentment the perfect still…
waters of joy so many within to sprinkle…
a few on the eyes salty that twinkle….

waters waters, fiery pains which quell
currents whose,take away from hell…
waters waters, those why me betray??
waters, O waters! tell me I pray ..

why the darkness engulfs me underneath the light….
why do the waters themselves burn tonight ???
waters waters, that spread joys to places vast
today carry…

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Postcard 2 : Lets make Love, Coffee and Magic

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Have you ever held a drink in hand and thought about me? I have.
To me, these days, in these sultry times, you are the delectable cold coffee. Sipping on thoughts of you, with breeze in mind, I scribble poesy on paper napkins, coloring them with the idea of us together.

And then, the words on my scrabble board knot and twist and cross and anagram and scramble and unscramble to form only one word in all its synonymous meanings : You.

Write to me sometime, who do you sip in silence, with a smile in your eyes, and poetry on your lips..
~ Purvi Petal, 23May©2015

P.S. WordMemes prepared and owned by Purvi Petal.

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Postcard 1 : You Are Missed Sorely

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I miss you a lot. I miss your depth, the serenity, the coolness of your being. I miss the flowers we grew and the sun that shone above us. I miss the noontime window and poems that flew from them. I miss the fragrance of night jasmine that wafted along with the moon through our souls together. I miss the laughter that gurgled in the streams of our throats.
I miss the trinket boxes filled with the jingles of my Jewellery, I entrusted you with. I miss the faucets of ideas that gushed with the running waters. I miss every single tiny dream I saw sitting there, ensconced in your cozy arms while clouds came and burst overhead.

I want to be back. I want to be back home. I miss you, Home.

Take Care, much love,
~ Purvi Petal, 1June©2015

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?

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

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