ANMona Canvas

Vacations and Monsoons. A heady combination. And if overthinking blended with a pinch of memories could be devilish, then an idle mind can surely be a workshop. Twenties are generally a very vulnerable time. Stepping out of the luxury of adolescence and teenage there comes a plethora of responsibilities, of which some are bestowed upon by society while the rest are self-imposed! After all, it’s the question of being a responsible, independent and self-sufficient adult stuck in the transformation from being a maiden to a lady! The mind becomes a labyrinth of oozing ideas and realisations clipped to which are the privilege of wisdom that takes us through these passing times to the future, which we have plans for that never end up right! We seem quite experienced, which we surely are, owing to the fact that these bygone years was no cakewalk! It’s exactly now that we start assuming that all the pieces in life that all this while had been hay wired have finally started to fall into...

The sad sky... The vast loneliness... The streaming down drops of rain and you and I........ As the ever longing feeling of oneness – Brought us together… Under the warm covering of a bare body Two souls are made to die… And there you are waiting in the rains; ‘Coz the night is still to go… And I love you and you love me... So, there’s no one to say ‘no’..! The stillness of the night and the pitter patter drops- Make me lose in you… And there you are to hold me back To sense the lovely hue…! For you’re my life and you’re my soul So, I am ready to fall on you… But if there’s a passer by I hope that’s no issue…? So, let the rains witness our love And be a part of it… And let the sky remain above And keep on pouring its bliss…! So, now, you’re the one To be blamed for it… And I put the blame on you... So, just don’t worry ‘Coz from now on I am a part of you……!! Also visit my picture blog:  https://anmonacanvas....

NEVER TO SAY A ‘GOODBYE’… I shall just restrict it to a ‘Bye’… I shall walk out of the green gates just to come back every time I make my Alma Mater proud and at others when I need your help to stand up and fight for life again… How can I bid adieu my root and origin…? NEVER TO CRY… ‘Coz tear drops have dried out… The ‘numberless meeting and partings’ that I have witnessed have made me strong and have taught me to face life on its face… Why should I cry for someone whom I will never be departed from…? I shall smile with a heavy heart just to reassure you that, “Yes, I will come back again…!” NEVER EVER TO CHANGE MYSELF… Since, whatever I had to change you have already changed in me… You have prepared me to face the world and I ‘Trust’ you with all my heart that your teachings shall bring glory in the near future… I’d fear to change anymore… What if you don’t recognize me when I come back…? NEVER TO CALL IT A CHAPTER OF MY LIFE… Since, chapters have endings with the beginning of new o...