Quick peek and click lick

Click, click, click….

The camera said tick…tick…tick

I was quick…quick…quick

And suddenly, my eyes did not blink…

Without wait I sneak

Could not stop to think

Looking at friend, I wink

As I see magic

Wanted to have a link

To capture that lick

Enough is not the word to drink

Hands were on camera to pick

Knowing what could be the risk

Confidence of mine shrink

I act on the fear to kick

And concentrate on lick

Am I becoming a freak?

Are they kink?

Not sure…. again I peek

And it’s still on…the magic

Would you wish to be alike?

The Rain reminds…

I look out of the window

And my heart started singing

My body is dancing on rhythm

Yes, rain is here…

With lots of memories

And lots of desires

Suddenly I feel like

The plant of dried soul got watered

Why you are here again? I ask

To remind you the love…..the first love

The first monsoon when you both dreamed together

But oh rain, he never came back, I cry

And rain hides my tears…..

I still remember you, my love

Every time when I see poured blessing of sky….

But I have learned to live now

A Book and a cup of tea in rain

Works like a best friend in loneliness

The romance in book excites me

And I remember how rain was used to be

Those paper boats and puddles

Those little feet had spring in it

Everything has changed..

I take deep breathe to consent the change

But the melody of rain prompts another one

That bindaas dance in rain

Without waiting for storm to settle

Those wish to go ahead

Without knowing rules of life

That wish to live it fully

Without knowing what being alone means

Those wish to fly in the sky

Another sip of coffee

And I still gaze at surrounding

Those mirrored roads bathed in rain

Reminds me, life is short

And I run fast, holding the keys…

Driving on those coal black roads

The fresh air and smell of wet sand

Unmatching honesty of Mother Nature

My heart is singing again

And I have worn a real smile….

 

(pictures : google.com)

Weekends, I look forward to….

Every day comes with a different feeling – Monday with blues, Tuesday with Ohhhs, Wednesday with middles, Thursday with waits and Friday with Finally :-)………… Yes, finally its Friday and weekend starts…After a tired and stressful week, Friday presents an incredible feeling of relaxation.

Here is a visual presentation of how my weekends are…remember, I am not LUCKY (because I am married, unfortunately happily), I am a mother (of one only, hoooh), I have limited friends (as I am not a “group”person), I love naps (because I am sleep deprived), and books and coffee are my first non-living love :-)….

 

A relaxed lonely weekend morning when I will not have to run around and can read my favorite book with coffee.

Little afternoon nap that energizes me for those best evenings of weekend.

Being a kid again with kids is something, my weekends are filled off.

Being in kitchen with hubby….yes, we cook together while gossiping, laughing, chopping, discussing and drinking coffee (ohh, too much coffee? Never mind, its weekend).

Friday night is a family Maggie and Movie night, we have been celebrating since long…wearing Pajama, laying down on couch, eating Maggie and watching Movie is an incomparable fun.

Meeting friends and chit-chatting on every possible subject is one of the best relaxation time for me.

Saturday night is all about a long drive on lonely roads at mid-night, while romantic numbers are played in background and kiddo is happily sleeping in back seat.

Cleaning is the last, most ignored but “have to” task for the weekend and people at home feels safe outside home, while I am on cleaning mission 🙂

Dinner date with family is a “must” follow rule and it’s the best time of weekend.

And after all fun, saddening Sunday evening, which reminds to get back to the routine again 🙁

So, that’s how Friday feelings are….. How about you? How do you spend weekends?

 

Pictures source : Google.com

 

 

5 quirks to defeat Monday Blues

Why Monday has to be there?

Monday comes up with so many schedules, “To-Do” lists  and above all, hangover from weekend.  Try to keep yourself in Friday mood, while tweaking your attitude and some activities 🙂

Book movie tickets for evening….Yes, do something on Monday, which you usually do on Friday and you will realize how the day and all the blues flies away, while daydreaming for the evening.

Look in the mirror and tell yourself “The new weekend is about to start”….

Wear funky outfits at work and carry teddy bear….Who said Monday means being formal?

Plan the next trip….Yup, you read it right. Planning next trip will make you forget that its Monday today and you are energized to go through the day.

Rather than asking co-workers “How was your weekend?….wish them “Happy next weekend.”

Life….Virtual Vs Real

Life….

Few moments of fake happiness to post on fb

Few words of wisdom to tweet on twitter

Few updates to communicate via e-mails

Few status and dp to change on whatsapp

Few proud career choices to inform via LinkedIn

Few memories to store and stare at in drop box

Few rivers of emotions and an ocean of loneliness

Among all this virtual presence of myself,  I feel lost
Everyone of us does,  I think….

Why I do not want to share my real happiness with the world around you?

May be the world is too busy looking at those shiny,  unreal smiles or may be the society is not mature enough to understand where the real happiness comes from….. Although source is same for all of us….

True love it is!!

Jab We Met : 7 incredible life lessons

Its been almost 10 years now but memories of that movie is still as fresh as it was yesterday. And as if it was planned, got a chance to watch that movie again, as a part of family movie night. I know, lots of articles have been written about this movie but could not resist the urge to contribute mine :-)….Happy reading…

 

Love does not know right or wrong

Take Risks, play hard, don’t blame others…

Love yourself and everyone else will

Life is all about little moments….Live it

People management is a skill

Burn and flush the past…Start new

Love is an extension of invisible friendship