Vulnerabilty in his arms

Green and red saree

In the auto, 

I was in my own world, many thoughts 

Many insecurities

He held me so close... 

My heart never felt safer....

All my thoughts into oblivion. 

What does the Soul Long For?

 

How he loved me? 

Before I lose my memories to time

The safety in his arms

The warmth in his voice

His reassuring eyes... 

His embraces.. 

It healed all the sorrows of lifetimes  

But I had to let go... 

Happily for ever after.... 

In his Eyes

Tender endless 🌙 nights  ....

In his arms... 

Searching for myself 

In the recesses of his soul.. 

I found the beauty within, in his eyes...

In his heart.. 

Awakening the light within 'Her'

 

The light within me,

yearns to be awaked to a new beginning, a new birth. 

For years crushed within the deepest oceans. 

I rise, like a phoenix from my crushed ashes....

Healing pain, healing the trauma of the loveliest women.....who's cries wound up in the remanences of my soul....

I awaken to a new birth, with steadfastness.

With a light as bright as the effulgence of thousand suns....

Wielding my arrows, ready for battle  

with creative prowess, resilence, as a I held the reins of new Empire....

Awakened a new world,

With the flow of compassion, ever streams from my hearts. 

gushing with love, grace and astounded faith. 

I led my country awake..........

Safe In His Arms

 

May this moment of ours last forever

till eternity

May I dwell in peace,

dream in harmony

Of the Love, in you arms....

I Miss you 

Very Very much......

Inner Light

 

Dear Mother,

Oh Dear Mother,

The time has come to go within....

The Pain in this life,

is to be put to rest

A world awaits you within,

Awaken to the calling

The light which illuminates, 

which vanquishes the darkness, of ignorance

Seek that light

Do you  need more in this life....

But to see her and feel her in your depths.................

His Smell

In the warm light

AS my hands drifted on the layers of your soul

Wanting to be healed and lifted

Your embrace

Your smell

I can never forget.......

Those memories which touch the Core of my Heart (30 September 2024)

Dear Wisdom,

You touched me in unimaginable ways,

As I remind myself of the tender embraces

your warmth

your smile

the twinkle in your eyes

the warmth in voice....

As time wades, I cant deny, your place in my heart...

I dont yet know, if i hold the same space in your heart......

Ive wondered, if someone has taken my place...

Yet, these memories which surface,

are healing the core of my heart....

Should I hold on or not, I dont know...

Yet, it helps me heal, when I cant find a way...

Afterall, our memories, are the one's where we hold those dear to us....

Take Care.....

 

The Idea Of "Love"

 What makes us fall for Neptunian Relationships?

The idea of love, is soo flattering than being in love itself. When love was denied at a young age, and when being safe in one's arms is all that you desired, Neptunian themed relationships based on 4th house, can surface. 

Rhythm - Breath - Music - Life (Cliche)

 "Music is everywhere. He breathes in a constant, steady rhythm, as it makes sense for a bass player to do. And maybe that is where rhythm comes from, I think. Our earliest understanding of rhythm. The sound of our own breath, the beating of our own hearts." 

As I pondered on these lines from the novel the 'the Music Teacher'. I can't help but recollect romanticized cliche version of Rhythym, Breath, Hearts and off course, Love.

 

Portia - Merchant of Venice (Quality of Mercy)

This blog is titled 'Endless waves of beauty'. What is the quality of beauty without compassion. 

A friend brought these lines to my notice, as we discussed women's role in Justice and Law. There is nothing better than delving into literature, be it ancient or contemporary in seeing the spirit of law and the evolution through time. 

The quality of mercy is not strain'd.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The thronèd monarch better than his crown.
His scepter shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptered sway.
It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings;
It is an attribute to God Himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this:
That in the course of justice none of us
Should see salvation. We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much
To mitigate the justice of thy plea,
Which, if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there.

— Portia, in William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice, act 4, scene 1

தீக்குள் விரலைவைத்தால் நந்தலாலா - PAIN, HOPE & LOVE

 தீக்குள் விரலைவைத்தால் நந்தலாலா-நின்னைத் 

தீண்டுமின்பம்ந் தோன்றுதடா நந்தலாலா

theekkul viralai vaithal nandhalala - ninnaith
theendum inbam thondrudhada nandhalala

In pain, and during are darkest times, we tend to question, "why does this have to happen to me?" Lest, to we realize, that it is after the darkest storms, that the strength within our hearts reveal the divine capacity of the human spirit. 

As I pondered on Bharathiyar's lines, "தீக்குள் விரலைவைத்தால் நந்தலாலா" , how can one endure suffering with love at our hearts. and seeing the beauty of infinte wave of bliss and compassion even in those moments?

Amma has always told me, "In pain we go and look within". Deep within the recesses of our soul are answers to unanswered questions. In the spirit of surrender, we remind ourselves that, there is light at the end of the tunnel, holding onto the rainbow after the darkest storms, in the spirit of surrender to the almighty without reducing an ounce of love in our hearts, we lead life with much beauty and grace". 

"In the depth of the darkest storm, where pain whispers its somber tale, love, like a timeless melody, weaves a rainbow of faith, casts her ethereal light."

My thoughts on 'Na Hanyata' - 'It does not Die' by Maithreyi Devi

Bengali Nights

 My introduction to this book was through the film Bengali Nights starring Hugh Grant and Supriya Pathak. Bengali Nights is a semi-autobiographical work by Mircea Eliade. 

A glance into the book-reviews  of Bengali Night on goodreads, would have reviews suggesting the book's tone of racism, graphic representation etc.  

Yet, I gave the book a read, as there are very few romance novels that give both points of view. 

Eliade is popularly known for his works on religious studies and I understand, he has dedicated most of his works to his mentor Surendranath Dasgupta (Maitreyi Devi's father). 

With regard to Bengali Nights, in my opioion its a candid account of how Eliade saw India and viewed beauty. Taking it as a candid account, one can overlook the tone of racism and give it a read. 

'It Does Not Die' - Maithreyi Devi

The book was the Sahitya Academy Award. 

If Eliade had not written Bengali Nights-probably we couldnt have got Maithreyi's book. Maithreyi reflects on her father's towering personality, the 'so called' esteemed poetic circle, some thoughts on aesthetics, Tagore's empathy, views on animal sacrifice during Durga Puja, her husband etc. 

I particularly enjoyed her poem on Time, which I have quoted in this blog here. 

https://endlesswavesofbeauty.blogspot.com/2022/04/time-stands-still-lines-from-it-does.html

So, if youre interested, give it a read. or rather read both versions. For what its worth, I just cant help swooning at Bengali Nights ;) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FKoS_2Ix_E

Love in Her EYes - A blip from the past (2016)

This is a personal post, on my experiences when I volunteered at the Special Education center in my school, back in 2016. 

I had the opportunity to work in the speech therapy class.

The opportunity was a calling that came, after I got the opportunity to attend the 'Workshop on Inclusive Education', which I could attend as I was to deliver a book to my brother, who I think was in, Class 8. 

I met 2 interesting girls. One SARA and the other girl was CHERYL. 

Both interestingly different personalities. 

Both SARA and CHERYL couldnt speak. But BOTH HAD A LOT TO SAY WITH THEIR EYES. 

SARA Was INDEPENDENT

she did her tasks on her own, 

she didnt need a friend

if she had one, one felt a calming presence

and she was sober. 

In contrast

Cheryl was very DEPENDENT

she always needed her mate as she did tasks

She was sort of in her nerves most times

and a sort of fluttering presence....

While I worked with these girls, a lot was going on in  my life. 

I pondered as to the stark polarities these girls presented to me. 

A whole world of lessons opened up.

Why Romance Novels Are Worthy of Respect

 A great talk by Historical romance novel writer Eloisa James. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Qw3UJByzhk

I personally started delving into romantic litereature, with chaste readings. Unfortunately, most consider romantic reading far from serious literature. Further to that, popular discussion on romantic readings are much confined to the genre of dark erotica, like the '50 shades'. 

Yet, genres within romance, have to lot to offer to many situations we face at this juncture.  

For instance within the the Indian Classics, Kalidasa is known for his works on Meghadutam, Shakuntalam, Rtusamharam etc. While the background of the novel is around the theme of pining for love, desire etc. somewhere between the lines are profound messages of the inter-connectivilty between nature and human love. 

It is with this in mind, does one need to explore the genre of romantic literature. 

My exposure to contemporary English readings and writers, as well as Tamil and Sanskrit literature, I find, the west is shaping evolved characters and experiences as opposed to even Tamil writers. However that's just my opinion. 

Looking forward to a wonderful 2024 as we go about our search for love, ecstacy and bliss.....

Radhe Krishna!

Lines from Lucy Gordon's Novel - The Millionaire Tycoon's English Rose

‘Are you saying you’re an expert?’

‘Blind teaching is very modern these days,’ she said in a serious voice. ‘We take lessons in everything.’

There was the briefest pause before he said cautiously, ‘Everything?’

‘Almost everything.’

‘Are you making fun of me?’

Her lips twitched. ‘Do you think I am?’

‘I wish I could be sure.’

‘Well, you can decide about that later. Where was I?’

‘Exploring my chest.’

‘Let’s leave that for the moment. I don’t want to rush this.’

‘I don’t want to rush it, either,’ he said huskily, letting her fingers roam over his thighs, relishing every moment.

**Note: Though the novel has a cliche title, yet, it has an uncoventional plot revolving around a  girl with visual impairment falling in love. 

Lines depicting sensuality, give an element of tactile sensation. 

For Eternity, in Love

The Memories of your laughter

Have cast her throes in my heart

For eternally,

Echoing in the deep recesses of my soul

My heart will remember till time stands still…

Forever and forever…….

;)

 

I like to feel his eyes on me.....

          ....when I look away........

In Love's Eternal Light

Dear Maiden,

A warrior that I am, 

Not afraid to die a million deaths

For with you by side,

I shall be arise again and again

In love's eternal light....

An Embrace I awaited for In My Lifetimes

Years passed in solitary confinement

Yet, as destiny would have it,

Our eyes met after many many lifetimes 

Her eyes reflected tears of joy, like morning sun

An embrace as tight, as not a tricle of air could be between us..

An embrace and bliss that I awaited for many lifetimes.....