Postcard 3: Between Fitted Misfits


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Two-peas-in-a-pod post

No, we don’t match our tastes on so many counts. Our choices our different, no we don’t even eat alike. We have different faiths and we touch the ground in different degrees. No, we don’t even wear the sameness of thought all so often. But when was it necessary for two people to be together in company only when they matched like DNA? We are poets. And painters. We are artists. We thrive on disfunctionality. We survive on variation of idea. We feed on difference of opinions, we respect confusions and reconstructions. For we create from chaos. That is what makes the two of us same, similar, fitting into each other like legs and pants, corresponding and parallel, (all) of a piece, like (two) peas in a pod.
~ Purvi Petal, 11May©2015

Fitted Misfits ~ *We go together like two peas in a pod*

What to Keep in Life ~ Making Space – I


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Question realted to my write

I had too many, items I mean.. still most lying at my old home.. till life threw me so far away from it all, I learnt to recognize life (and people in it ) as an entity of its own, separated from items., like chaff from wheat.

A disaster, any disaster, natural or man-made calamity, brings us grounding to this fact. All our belongings taken away, we don’t even get to move bag and baggage. All we are left with are a bundle of people we need to save and savor somehow and utmost. Most people have this problem of getting attached to feelings but not people. Rather than cling onto items that make memories out of people, I’d rather cling onto life. Gift them away, the old, not in use, dusty-rusty items. Give in charity or throw them away.
Walk out of old unnecessary memories retained through those tin-boxes and cartons full of items that block the spaces people must get, let them go. You’ll realize its always better to de-clutter from old stale items and make space for real people , inviting positivity that way.

Of course it is difficult to choose. But we should and must rely more on our ability to retain from intangible assets in our system than tangible assets. However, this is not the whole truth of life neither is it the complete philosophy. There is too much more to be said, as everything applies in a context and cannot or should not be perceived as the end all. This is not an exhaustive statement and not everything can be or should be given way (like when you clean your room, as in dusting-wiping, You don’t throw out regular, important stuff you haven’t used or need or will need or even might need, but you DO throw out the surplus, the not-ever-needed, rotting items) , yet the wise man says, if you cut out on some clutter and make some empty space, you actually let go of those unknown passive stale but intense emotions that have been blocking mind-space by holding and occupying it negatively (like cache occupies byte space? Or germs lurk in corners if you don’t regularly wipe and clean?) and thereby we unsuspectingly create emotional and physical pain that can even lead to serious ailments and diseases like backaches, cancer, auto-immune-disorders and the like!

On the other hand, when you make some empty space, it creates a sound vibration (it is interestingly created in the ratio of 1:4), that encourages us to change our focus and release judgments against ourselves and others, which in turn begins to relax the spaces where we hold those emotions, opening us to healing the scars of the past. If there was a theme for this write-up, it would be bringing order out of chaos and fitting pieces together in our world in a new way to heal, light up and become a better life.

Why and how I came to writing this article is a totally different story, an emotional roller coaster, wait for it in my next blog post. Till then, take care, get de-cluttering items and not people from your life. :)

~ Purvi Petal, 13 August ©2015

( @puplumage )

*A Drop Of My Tear*


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Dead fish

~ floating

Stagnating water

~ Suffocating

Stale flowers

~ Rot

Fallen leaves

~ Clog & clot

Heart & mind

~ Choking


~ Obfuscating

Every Laughter

~ Irritating


~ Drown me Down

Sheer pain in Veins

~ Pulsating


~ Dried Up

Tired Nerves

~ Ready to burst

Thoughts & Feelings

~ Castrating


  • An Old Write, very. But still palpable for its reality.

Love by Death


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What if, you actually turn around and tell me, no, you can’t bear me anymore?
What if, you read my poems again and tell me, it is all as flawed as I am?
What if, you pick my postcards and want to throw their tatters back in my face?
What if, you see me and tell me, neither are my words beautiful nor I am?
What if..
And as I type.. I slowly feel.. like I might just live through it all,
only if living will be like a breathless existence,
a death brought on an walking body whose system shall work,
the mind half numb but the heart whole paralyzed.
Will I be then worth than any life?
So i want to die tonight itself, to become the epitaph of silence,
in the beautiful belief of the relief that you still love me,
perhaps in the last grasp of that hour when I spoke to you, I thought so, that you did.
No death shall appear more beautifully peaceful than this.

~ Purvi Petal, 11 July©2015


Sometimes you are so scared, all you want to do is go hide in a graveyard for the next score of years. :(
In short, you’re so scared, you can barely breathe, you’d rather die only. :/

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



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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’.


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