Did you laugh today?

A day without laughter is a day wasted”
Charlie Chaplin

We are so busy in making things right, in being perfect, in doing everything we are supposed to do, that we forget that we have finite amount of time in this world.

We take our existence for granted. As if, peace, happiness, love can be postponed for tommorow. But the reality is, no matter how cliche, it sounds, what we really have is the present, this day, this moment.

So add a little smile, laughter, gratitude, hugs, love in your everyday life. And this journey will be amazing, cause when you will look back, there won’t be any regrets but a beautiful and fulfilled life to see.

Keep smiling ! Love and light to all!

Recreated this art from internet.
Praise and credits to the original artist.❤️

Aubade

Let me
love your days
and crave
your lambent nights

Let me be
heat of the Sun
melting you
to a crescent moon

Let me grow
wildflowers once
in your barren field

and let me know for ever
your sweet aubade
will be sung for me

Took this picture from my balcony, a few days ago. I love sunrises. They bring so much hope, warmth and love.

There will be bad days but there are also good days. Sometimes you won’t feel so hopeful but trust me, good things are just around the corner. A sunset always comes with a promise of sunrise, asking you to try again!

Scrumptious Sundays!

Mutton pulao, salad, boondi raita!

Being a foodie, cooking and trying out different recipes, excite me! Sundays have a special place in my heart, as we all are chilled out and enjoy as a family. In the above image, is mutton pulao, onion and tomato salad accompanied with boondi raita (which is my favourite). Do let me know, if you want me to post recipes as well. Will be more than happy to share!

While I enjoy my lipsmacking food with my beautiful family, I hope you all are having a great Sunday too! Keep smiling! Have fun.

Cheers!

One day

Image from unsplash by Aaram Ore



I have been waiting
for my eyes to water,

for
I want to keep staring as long as I can,

its so serene to look at you
my darling river,

maybe I cannot move and touch you,
but with my love
your heart will gush in waves,

and that’s how we will meet,
one day,
a river with a mountain.

Guest Post: Rupa Jambholkar

Today I am featuring Indian blogger, Rupa. I am presenting a post from her own blog, a touching poem about her love for her husband. Here is her own short bio. “I am an engineer by degree. A home maker by choice and an artist by soul. I live in Mumbai, India with my husband […]

Guest Post: Rupa Jambholkar

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You create you!

“I am thinking of the times
I have been let down,
sometimes by the world
sometimes by myself,
and
it makes me realise
of the times
I have pulled myself up,
accepting what is
for what it is,

And painting again my soul
my heart
to create my life
into a new art”


Your life, is your own creation. Yes some colours are filled by others, but the rest is your own work. The work of creating it, into something uniquely beautiful or simply changing your perception about it.

“I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.” – Frida Kahlo

You will always be let down, atleast once by others or by your own self but what matters is, how you pick yourself up again, how you paint your own reality.

You create you. Always. Its your choice. Your life is your art. Colour it the way you want it.


I recreated this design from the internet. Full credits and respect to the original artist!

Thank you for visiting. Happy to hear from you. Cheers!

You and the night sky!

Image from weheartit. Credits to the respective owner.



I took the night sky, 
in the cusp of my palms, 

and
filled the hollows
in my soul,

so,

when you reach for me,

it will be the stars,
you will
always behold!
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Thank you for visiting. I hope you liked this poem.

Love,
Rupa

Love needs no fancy flowers!

I pulled out the chair for you,
but forgot
you weren’t there.
I made your favourite chicken curry, spicy and hot, just the way you want.

I envisage, the way you relish it,
licking your fingers,
and asking for more.
You know and I know,
it’s too hot for you but you still love it.
And I wonder why?
I see the way you look at me ,
with your loving eyes.
Even though I look like a pallid soul.
And at that moment , I try to steal my glance away from you, but your eyes stay fixated on me.

And then you hum,
an old romantic song to compliment me,
but I pretend that I don’t blush nowadays
and I somehow manage to smile,
to hide the fact that, I still feel so shy.

I cannot elucidate to myself, how can you see beauty in me, especially now, when I fail to see it anymore.

And how can you, after so many years not be bored, of an insipid me?

Yes I did hear the doorbell, my eyes have lit up, I know it’s you.
And you know that, I was thinking about you, waiting for you, so stop smiling and give me a hug.

The curry is still warm,
so is my heart and so are your arms,
And now I see what I saw, the same love to begin with.