Nomadic Musings

She was lost. Lost behind some red curtains. She somehow managed to lean forward but she could not see anything. It was neither a tough time nor an exciting zone It was like a non fractured but intensively paining bone. Some dead flowers were there. Those flowers were personifying her. She screamed, She cried. She begged for the help. She threw her engagement ring away. Rolling down, that ring settled down slowly near her feet. She stared at that ring. And cried again. And someone was laughing. Who? The forceful system of marrying a stranger.

Dear Winter, I admire you the most. My heart jumps when I think of you. I love many things about you. Ohh winter, the candle that burns on my table and the light that spread around is the most breathtaking scene I have ever witnessed. The fascinating shades that you bring in our life are the real contrast to the white ground that you create. The silence that is around is compensated by the cuddles of our loved ones. You offer us a chance to ask someone for a coffee date without any hesitation. The decorative evenings of Christmas and New Year that you bring, help us throwing our worries away. The piercing winter wind sings it own song and we do nothing but dance. The bonfire session under the starry skies turns our minutes into hours bewitchingly. I am always amazed with the complicated details you carry with yourself. I can't thank you enough. Yours, The girl who love you the most.

She smiled with her whole heart. She was happy enough to deliver the proof of her excitement. She never imagined that a painful thing can be this satisfying. She never had a thought of completely devoting her soul, her body and thoughts to anyone. She couldn't believe she conquered everything. Afterall , the birth of her child was the Zenith of her life. ~ Monika

Hey! Why so blue? Did you get cold feet? Do not worry about that pie in the sky. It's all over! It's time to learn some ins and outs. Turn over a new leaf! It's a dog-eat-dog world. Got it? Now get up. Stand. If you are done with your sorrows , And you feel like having some light in your life, Let's paint this town red. ~Monika Satote

Do you go places where sky meets the water? Or you find your inspiration, sitting quite in your  home ? Getting lost in the timber is a good way, I guess! No, Wait. Go where you want to  roam . Do you visit noisy market where your soul can yell? And no one will  bother ! I think sitting by the river side is the best way. No wait. You can just walk and go  farther . What say about some quality time with mates? Or you go to l ibrary to check some  volume ? Writing few verses is an amazing way, I feel. I mean, you decide if you want to stay in your  room . Don’t just feel stirred By taking a leaf out of someone’s book. The quill is not needed in your bonnet On them, it may look good. ~Monika   Idiom used – To take a leaf out of someone’s book  – To copy what someone else does because they are successful at doing it.