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Monday, 8 August 2016

Once a joy and now a junk!!

 I say;

Tiny little collectibles
Was my joy
Tiny little collectibles
Were my Toys

I looked at it all the time
They looked so beautiful
And I swelled with pride
My possessions seemed
Like a treasure

Once it was a joy
Once it was a toy
Later it became a throw away
And finally it found its place
In the junk. 

Sunday, 7 August 2016

GRATITUDE.

GRATITUDE.


So grateful I’m to live as me

I have a roof over my head
Every night I whimper
For warmth in my bed

I have food on my plate
Every meal I grumble
For fancy food in my bowl

I have a hale and hearty body
Every day I whine
For a fabulous bikini figure.

Greedy for love, luxury and lushness
Never contented for the blessings
Are we all alike or is it just me


So grateful should I be to live as me. 

Thursday, 4 August 2016

My soul is untouched....

I say;

My soul is untouched

They say my soul is buried
They say my love is conquered.

A touch should be soft as a feather
It should touch your heart
A kiss should be hot as a dragon
It should burn your soul
A bond should be hard as a frost
It should make you quiver.

Lost were those days
When a touch of the feather gave me goose bums
Lost were those days
When the kiss of the dragon seemed so hot
Lost were those days
When those bonds held me back.

I fell into the deep water
Lost in the depth
Floating with the waves

While being washed on to the shore
I crept into the crimson bottle
Then together we float
Ahead of you to be found.


 ~ Prinzie

Saturday, 16 July 2016

Wilderness and Colours of life.

Wilderness is what I seek

Colours is what I see
Life is entwined with such beauty.


Light seeps into the woods.
Only to give me geniality and sanctuary.
In this magnificent splendor
Like a Queen I stand

Crown so high without vanity
Spreading my decorated wings
To show the realm wherever I arise from
And do not bow to indulgence.

The daunting colours of my quill and
The girth of my swelling chest.
Defiantly limelight my insignias
Merely to endure forte and supremacy.

Stoned walls are not for my keeps
I soar higher than my destiny
Come fly with me and

Rest with me for eternity.

Photo: Maneesh

Monday, 22 July 2013

Breaking the shell !!


Moma gave me warmth
Papa flew around me
Cosseted me from perils
Out of harm's way
Beneath their wings

One dreaded day
They flew away and
Left me on my own
To find destiny

I held on to his arm
I looked deep into his eyes
And like a ghost muttered
‘Never leave me alone’

One dreaded day
He walked away and
Left me on my own
To find destiny

My resting nest was cold
And the warmth was vanishing
My shell seemed so chilly
I felt no warmth

Afraid of the world’s humanity
I shut myself in ma shell.
Starting to dissolve into
A lump of mire

It become more chilly
I feel no more warmth
Before the last stray of
Hope vanished I had
To break free

Alas when my shell broke
I was pained and wounded
I veiled the garden of
My beautiful mind & soul
In the backyard of dead

For days I was lost
In the darkness and blindfold
Shadows of my loneliness
Loomed on me like dark clouds
Severed as a cast away

On the Horizon,
I saw a light
Shining so bright
I walked towards the
New ray of hope,
To start my novel days

My armor’s brawny and pallid.
My fears have shrunk to zilch.
I feel so magnificent from inside
I march to conquer the world
I struggle to survive a night

I fight all the odds
I learn to love life.
I have made peace
With the world

Alas I've freed my destiny
I feel happiness in my pain
I feel pain in my happiness

It’s beautiful to breathe.

Sunday, 22 July 2012

There’s always a rainbow between every sunshine and rain.




There’s always a rainbow between every sunshine and rain.




All unmarried people ask… the same question. How does it feel to be married?

I was once on the other side of the wall, trying hard to take a peek into the green pasture, which I saw from far. Least did I know that in reality there wasn’t much difference. I thought there was a whole up-to-the-minute world out there. Before my big day, I asked a lot of married friends of mine, they all said aloud…. ‘’PLS don’t get married……’’.

After 2 years into marriage, I am still the same person who stood behind that wall yesterday. There is beyond doubt a slight alteration in my daily routine (which definitely includes cleaning, washing and cooking). Everyone who’s reading this… if you’re not a cleanliness freak, please ignore this part.

I had imagined a life full of enchanting splendor awaiting me on the other side. Initially I felt numb to accept reality (I m sure many of us have even been strode stricken). I was diffidently hard hit when my dreams were shattered. It never struck me that I wasn’t living in the 80’s-90’s drama world (modern time’s fairy tales). Some of us blame, nag and cry – Others bear with it, and pretend to be happy.
I realized blaming, nagging and whining were symptoms to be worried about. I Immediately called the doctors – My friends. We all know the absolute friendship saying ‘A friend in need is always a friend indeed’, which we quote necessarily and unnecessarily. We seldom use it only because we all absolutely understand the meaning of it, but rarely does it come handy. Initially there was always an ear to my cries. My sorrows were their sorrows. In a while, I realized it wasn’t very pleasant to hear someone whine and brag almost all the time. Eventually my signs turned into an ‘attitude’, which bored others. The rest is imaginable. Habitually I realized that too much of my unhappiness crushed the quote that always rang in my head. I m glad I didn’t lose any friends to whom I always painfully skinned out my entire quandary. I consciously took hold of my situation of me being on the brink of being branded as a character. The lesson I learned from my verdict is that I would rather keep friends for good times and keep my solitude to help me shadow my grief.

Finally I had to step back to acknowledge the truth. It took me a lot of time to appreciate that it was not my marriage that failed me but it was my soaring expectations about the fairy land I dreamt of. I contemplate that my fantasy was the sole enemy who traumatized my life. Don’t we all mistake it for our marriage??On an over all, my lost fantasy depression syndrome that crept into me made me decide that being single was always better.
Well…. Isn’t this the rumor or the bad message we multiply every day. Aren’t we sadists to bestow an off beam impression about the concept of marriage? Just because I allowed myself to create my own fantasy, I botched to enjoy that ice-cream when it was cold and sip on that coffee when it was steaming hot. I waited until the ice cream melted and the coffee turned lukewarm.

Time never runs back, but we definitely have sufficed time at our forefront to build new fantasies. I fixed myself some most modern fantasies and I totally enjoy my marriage, love and the comfort zone I share with my partner. I suppose there’s no fun if you don’t wind, unwind and rewind relationships.
Its high times all the married people around the globe stop pulling the wool over somebody else’s eyes? It is our minds which make our relationships lukewarm and undesirable. Let’s live it when it’s still enthusiastic…. and let others also have their share of fun in marriage.

I still don't know if my marriage has turned into a rainbow!!! 
There’s always a rainbow between every sunshine and rain.



I say;

My soul is untouched

They say my soul is buried
They say my love is conquered.

A touch should be soft as a feather
It should touch your heart
A kiss should be hot as a dragon
It should burn your soul
A bond should be hard as a frost
It should make you quiver.

Lost were those days
When a touch of the feather gave me goose bums
Lost were those days
When the kiss of the dragon seemed so hot
Lost were those days
When those bonds held me back.

I fell into the deep water
Lost in the depth
Floating with the waves

While being washed on to the shore
I crept into the crimson bottle
Then together we float
Ahead of you to be found.



 ~ Prinzie



Friday, 20 July 2012

Collectibles..... once a toy !!!


Collectibles

Like all children I too had hobbies and collectibles. Collectibles can sometimes be weird, but there was a time when I was focused on it day and night.

In my early days, one of my weirdest collectibles used to be Nido tin seals. Nido was a famous brand for milk powder. Those days it had odd promotions. It goes like this…..The more number of tin seals you collected, you had more chance of winning a prize - depending on the promotion. Sometimes the prizes were walk-mans, clocks, salad bowls, coffee mugs, toys, bags and many more. One of it was to collect 15 tin seals to claim for a walk-man. I waited for months to finish collecting 15 tin seals to own a walk-man. I forced myself to drink more milk so that my mom would buy more of Nido. The day I achieved 15 seals was the happiest day of my life. I was going to be an owner of a walk-man. I rushed to the store and grabbed my prized possession. To my sheer bad luck, it worked for a few minutes and then stopped. That was the most heart-breaking episode of my life. After a lot of crying I finally managed to get more tin seals from my mom and got another one. It worked perfectly fine and was one of my best possessions.

After having accomplished my first collectible prize, I never stopped. I went on with my collections and finally won all the prizes that were up during the promotion time. I m sure all ma friends back in gulf those days shared the same happiness as i did.  

I really don’t know when I stopped, but when I come to think about it now. I feel it was the best moment of my life, when I earned something for all the hardships I went through to posses them. I wouldn’t have been so happy about my goodies if it came to me effortlessly.

By the way….I still have the walk-man but i lost all the others.

 I say;
Tiny little collectibles
Was my joy
Tiny little collectibles
Were my Toys

I looked at it all the time
They looked so beautiful
And I swelled with pride
My possessions seemed
Like a treasure

Once it was a joy
Once it was a toy
Later it became a throw away
And finally it found its place
In the junk.