Hearts Afire... Cravings of a Quarantined Soul

There’s a fire burning inside me

Threatening to consume me

If I don’t feed it, if I don’t fuel it

A craving, a need, a want, a longing

For the feel of skin against skin

Bodies pressed against each other

Feeling the heat

Feeling the passion

Of two souls burning brightly

Combusting into flames of their desires

The craving for that touch

That turns you on 

That sends your toes curling

That turns the heat up a few notches

The warmth of a breath against the skin

The feeling of lips on lips

The taste of tongue as it explores

Going deeper and deeper

The ecstasy of climaxing in unison 

The sweet smell of sweat on skin

That better than any smell in the world

After a session of passion love making

The beating of the heat

As you lay there with your head pressed  against their chest

Listening to the beating of their heart

The smell of their hair 

As you bury your face in it 

A warm, strong arm wrapping itself around you

Pulling you closer to them

Making you feel safe, secure in them

A need to be love and be loved

A need to make love

Rather than plainly having sex

A carnal need of the flesh, a sexual desire 

That sets our Hearts in Fire!

Hope... in time of distress

It may be a strange and scary time

Where to stay safe we need to keep distance

Something very tough 

When we consider our social 

When we need  each other the most

But we can protect each other

By keeping away

We can stay safe

By staying indoors!

Though the night is dark and full of terror

And day seems dull and bleak

Don’t  loose hope!

Don’t give up on your faith!

Cause hope’s the biggest strength you have

And your faith will see you through

Help you overcome it all

Cause even I the darkest night

You’ll find your light

That will light your way

That will guide you home

For it can’t be night forever 

For after every night comes the day

And with every sunset

There will be a promise of sunrise 

So the times may be dark and scary

And an unknown danger is lurking around the corner

Ready to sneak upon us, ensnare us

We have our brave souls 

Working hard, night and day

Putting themselves at risk

Sacrificing it all

So that we may be safe

So let’s now do our bit

Stay indoors, no matter how difficult it may be

Cause otherwise our applause may ring hollow

And all their effort will be in vain 

So till this all passes through

And it will surely pass through

And the earth is healed

Have little hope, keep a little faith 

Cause together we shall overcome

Together we will make it through

And this phase we will pass through

Say a prayer for those who are working

Unceasingly, untiringly, unwaveringly 

Caring for those affected

Trying to find a way out

So now it’s your turn to do your part

And stay indoors, help prevent the spread

So here’s to us

Here’s to the ones

The true heroes taking caring of us

Cause when all is said and done

We will emerge stronger 

Together as one

For a new day will definitely come

So till then stay indoor, stay safe , stay healthy!

Heroes... in the time of Quarentine

We came, we applauded, we blew conches, rang bells, beat plates, howling on top of our voices, and some fools even taking to the streets (which was opposite and detrimental of the entire endeavour). We cheered and showed our appreciation, saluting their dedication, their effort, their sacrifice. And they rightly deserve it. But after all this cheering, what next?

They have put themselves in harms way so that they care for the ones who need it. They have not bothered about their own lives but ensured that we are taken care of. They are our first line of defence, heroes without a cape, or costume, or fanfare, but they are fighting a way more grave, deadly and dangerous supervillain (if we can dare call it that). They look just like you and me but have the strength, resolve, patience, courage of thousands of us put together. They are brave, more braver than anyone you and me will ever know, or will ever know, especially when combatting against something so deadly.

They are our true Heroes, if ever we needed one, if the world has ever known one. The Earths Mighty Heroes, the rightful Avengers. But then they ask nothing, for no recognition, or accolades, and sadly may never get what they truly and rightly deserve it. All that they ask is we keep safe and stay indoor, stay quarantined, and sadly even that we find so difficult to do, difficult to follow, putting ourselves and others at risk, in harms way, something irresponsible on our path, putting in vain all their effort, adding to their work. 

They are risking it all, many without the proper protective gear, cause it’s all out of stock, because many time it has been used by the ones who don’t really need it. Sometimes working in conditions which are unsafe, which could add to the risk, could add to the numbers of affected, put them more in danger. And because of all the hoarding, they lack the basic amenities.

So in the end, they don’t need our applause, or our cheering. They appreciate it, but it isn’t something what they ask for. They ask nothing for themselves, but things that can be done that could help save lives of others, that would help combat the danger. What they truly is need is our support, and the support of those with the powers to be, so that they would do the right thing. 

So rather than applauding their bravery, which, let’s face, does them no good, let’s stay indoor, stay home, self-quarantine ourselves, till the stipulated period for the lockdown is done and we have successfully fought off the danger, we appeal to others to follow suit. And at the same time we can make the ones in power, with the means do their bit and support these heroes in their fight, give them the means they need, aid them in doing their job.

By doing these things, which may seem small, but important measure to take. And if we do this it’s the best form of appreciation we can do for them. So  stay Safe, stay Indoors, stay Healthy!

The Giver

We are the Givers!

We give with all are hearts

With all our being

We give because 

That’s what we love doing

That’s who we are

That’s how we let ourselves be defined

Without expecting anything in return

But still hoping that 

Somehow, somewhere

There’s someone out there

Willing to give us what we deserve

What we need

But we are so wrapped up in giving

We forget that we deserve to receive

That we become afraid to receive

We give so much of ourselves 

Way beyond ourselves

And when we are taken for granted 

Are cheated, deceived

Often overlooked for another

Leaving us broken and shattered 

 In million pieces

Leaving us hurt and bruised

And though we may cry 

We will never stoop to curse

But we may ask why

Why do we put ourselves in this position 

Why do we let ourselves get hurt

Why do we give so much of ourselves

To someone who totally doesn’t deserve us

Who walks all over us

Why do we put ourselves through this pain

We pick ourselves

Dust ourselves off

And go back to our routine

Trying to heal

And then falling back into old habits

And again giving

Not quite learning the lessons

Which we have been taught

But it’s time we do things for ourselves

To be the receiver 

Rather than always being the giver

Cause we deserve that

For all that we give

For a change it’s our chance to receive

For all that we give

It’s time we be the Receiver!!!

A Song can Save a LIfe

As he stepped out on to his balcony he could sense the gloom, the air heavy with fear, anxiety, dread, of a city under siege, a city quarantined, in lockdown. The streets below bore a deserted look of a city gripped in fear. He noticed a few people sitting in their balconies, and even at this distance he could make out the gloom, the dread, the fear, but most of all the sadness in their eyes.

He couldn’t quite take this, and so stepped back into the confines of his room. He felt a cold sense of dread slowly gripping his heart, its long cold fingers slowly threatening to squeeze the life out of it. The air around was heavy and rife with fear and anxiety. He couldn’t shake off this feeling no matter how hard he tried.

And then he noticed his keyboard just sitting there. So he plugged it in and started to play. He needed a way to escape, a way of maintaining his sanity, and music provided that escape, music was therapeutic, in a time like this, and music was what he needed. Low and behold he felt a warmth rising from his fingers time, which were tickling the ivories, and flowing through his veins, to every part of his being, slowly enveloping his being, forcing the fear to recede, lifting the gloom, bringing him hope, calming his anxiety, settling his nerves. The music like a healing balm began to soothe his soul, relaxed him, calmed him down. And as he played on, everything seemed to light up with the gloom fading away, and his spirits lifting.

And as he tickled those ivories, an idea struck him. He knew what he needed to do. He took his keyboard to his balcony, and plugged it in to the speakers. The streets were still deserted, and there were few people staring blankly into space. He took a deep breath and hoped what he was about to do would bring respite from the gloom and fear that gripped the city.

Slowly he began playing his keyboard. At first, eyeing the buildings around him, and then slowly getting lost in the music. As he played, he noticed more people coming to their galleries, some wondering what was the music about, others just swaying hypnotically to it.

Low and behold he heard the faint strains of a saxophone being played, in a distance, duetting on the song he was playing. And he scanned the balconies for the saxophonist, who so beautifully blending into his own music, without once loosing the beat, keeping up their duet. And then he finally saw her peering out of her balcony, playing the saxophone, a building a way. He gave her a big thumbs up and continued to play, pausing for her to continue her note and then playing on. Together they made sweet music. 

Their music had intended affect, as more people came out on their balconies to enjoy the music. The gloom that hung heavy was slowly lifting up, and along with it their spirits. They continued their duet amidst the cheers of those who witnessed them play, who were touched by the music, who’s spirits were uplifted.

And as they brought a close to their duet there was a huge round of applause, resounding from every corner of the block. People appreciating what they had done, what they had just heard, what they witnessed, eternally grateful for the music. They too applauded each other. In that moment music provided them with the healing touch that was the need of the hour, and had somehow managed to save their lives.

.. Dance away the Blues!!!

“Put on your red shoes and dance the blues”... sang David Bowie. Well I don’t quite have a red shoe, and neither can I dance the blues. But I can sure put on my dancing shoes (which shows no sign of red on it), and dance away my blues.

I don’t quite have two left feet! No sireee I don’t! I am damn sure about it. And I am sure rhythm is always going to get me, and I definitely don’t dance like the drunk uncles at a weddings. I can sure hold a beat, though I am not quite sure I can dance to it!

There’s something liberating about dance. It’s no just rhythms and beats, or steps and choreography. It’s a mean to set your soul free. It’s an expression of self, of your inner feelings, a fluidity of movement, letting you express the words you cannot speak, through movement. 

It has become my happy place, where I can escape to when I feel the world is conspiring against me, when nothing seems to be going my way, when anxiety threatens to consume, when I am struggling to maintain my sanity, hen I feel broken and beaten. Dance has been my go to therapy. Helping me forget my cares, my pain, helping ride out the lows I go through, loose myself in the moment. 

And though I may have struggled to find my feet (even though I still contend that I don’t have two left ones), though I may have been intimidated by partners, struggled to pick up choreography, got in my head, let my nerves get a better of me, I can’t help my dancing feet, cause they can’t just stand still, dancing to the beats of my heart, the rhythm of the blood flowing through my veins.

Then you have friends who bring joy to you, helping you not just to dance but being there for you when you need them. Helping you find your feet when you’re little bit unsteady. Your support system that you didn’t knew you needed. Seeing them brings joy to you like a child meet his friend after a vacation.

And although you my have goofed up your certification, you yet look forward to giving the next level and in even more dance forms. And though you struggled to pick up a dance form you thoroughly enjoyed performing it. You totally immersed yourself in it, and was lucky to dance with your best partner, helping you put your best foot forward, especially in front of people who mean the world to you.

So in the end you can’t wait to see where the road leads me, where these dancing feet take you. Though I technically can’t really say that the journey has only just begun, because it has been a while I have been on this road, and boy am I learning and enjoying it, with friends who have become a dancing family. So here’s to many more memories to make, so many more dance forms to learn, so many friends to make. Here’s to dancing away the blues!

Why oh Why!!!

Why oh why oh why!

Why do we have “Why”?

Why this, why that!

Why me, why now

So many Whys 

Not many How

An annoying word to be heard

To ask and be asked

To try and find an answer 

To an eternal, infernal question

With no answer in sight

And solution to be found

So it needs to be banned

To be banished 

To the further most recesses of the mind

Never to be used again

Never to be heard again 

Never to be asked

Never to ask

No more WHY

And on a different note

Why is pretty neat song by Annie Lennox