Shades of Gulmohar

 Dear Meir, Do you know the theory of the red string? Well, I know you don't believe in all these things universe, energy and all but let me tell you again. Because you know how much I believe in this. The red string is attached to our heart. When we meet someone, not your regular someone, someone very different and unexpectedly, your energy collides with that person. You both see each other, not only eyes seeing but you see each other's soul. A raw, real, pure, dark version. And that person not only sees you, they carry the same energy, same hidden desires like you and that's why only you two get attracted, attached. You suppress your desires, wear a mask of a disciplined, respected human being. But deep down you're struggling, you're crying, because whatever you're living is not yours to live. Your earthy self is bound by society, but your soul refuses to adjust and it's eating you alive when you're alone. And one day, you see your person not just a pe...

What are you looking into my eyes? Why don’t you understand? I saw a whole universe. Whole, universe? Are you insane? So illusional, delusional soul. You can say that my solulu. You're one look, and I am disarmed, One glance and I'll lose myself. Your moon eyes were making me question everything, And those shiny warm eyes couldn’t give me answers. You're one smile and I'm hooked, I lost my heart and couldn’t find it again. When you lower your eyes and see me, I lost it, my identity. I lost it, my heart in your eyes. Your one look and I’m orbitals your name. Again, again, and don’t know how many agains. The bite of your lips when you were thinking, And I’m begging to Lord to vanish me from your presence, 'Cause you, so much into you, Are making me insanely craved for you. I request for a breath, And Lord presents me your smile. Isn’t it cruel for me? I remember when you first time saw me.  You were talking, smiling, And I am losing myself into you. I fall, unexpected...

Dear Meir Have you ever thought? Why do you and I feel so connected? I visited our favorite countryside and took your letters with me. Do you know, whenever I get your letter, the mailman laughs at me and says, "Who sends letters nowadays when you're only one text away?" And I just smile at him. Because he’ll never understand the fragrance I feel when I open those letters, all my fingers running over each word, because they come straight from your heart. When you write “my love” or “my dear,” it gives me butterflies all around me. You don’t know how many times I read your letter, over and over, until a new one arrives. But have you ever thought? Why does my heart choose you? And why do we feel so connected? Should I write this to you next time? Yours  Serene.

Dear Meir, Have you ever wondered how the cosmic blueprint override gives us a chance to change our destiny forever? I had a dream where I was running from you, all alone through the woods. Suddenly, something appeared and took me somewhere, where I could only see darkness with different stars and planets. I saw a string coming from my heart, and the other side of the string was attached somewhere else. I couldn’t see where. I started pulling that string and saw you coming to me with that string attached to your heart. And 'That string attached' means we’ve just changed our cosmic blueprint. We chose each other for an eternal lifetime, and with this change, you’ve been bound to me forever. Have you ever wondered? Yours Serene  ~letters to meir~ (to be continue...)

 तुम्हें क्या लगता है?  जगह बदलने से हमारी समस्याओं का हल मिलता है?  अगर ऐसा है तो, क्यों ना हम अपनी अपनी जगह बदले? तुम मेरे जैसे हो जाना, मैं बन जाऊंगी तुम्हारे तरह। तुम मुझे मनाते रहना, और मैं तुम्हारी जैसी अपने गुस्से पर अड़ी रहूंगी, ना बात करूंगी तुमसे, ना एक नजर देखूंगी तुम्हे। तुम देना हवाले कान्हा के और बन जाना राधा मेरी। चाहे तो सुनाना कहानी मुझे राम - सीता की या फिर, पार्वती के तप, लेकिन फिर भी मैं ना बात करूंगी तुमसे, रूठी रहूंगी, जैसे तुम रूठते हो. फिर तुम सुनाना कहानी मुझे, पहाड़ों की, उसके पीछे की दुनिया की, या बता देना समंदर की गहरिया और उसमें डूबती प्रेम कहानियां.  दे देना हवाले दुनिया भर के प्रेम की लेकिन फिर मैं नहीं मानूंगी। और जब हार जाओगे तब बस बता देना, तुम कितना प्रेम करते हो मुझसे?  अगर जगह बदलने मिलता हो सुकून? तो मैं तुम बन कर वह सुकून जी लेती हूं और तुम बन जाना वही सुकून वाली जगह. ©शेड्स ऑफ गुलमोहर

Watching Each Other’s Wounds. We’re watching each other’s wounds, Tracing the lines where we bleed, Our eyes searching for a glimpse beneath, But these scars have stories we both still read. Hoping to see past the pain, To places we buried deep inside, Yet every tear, every mark remains, And in their sting, we hide. There’s comfort in the sight, Knowing I’m not alone in this fight, But the wounds whisper secrets we fear to say, Keeping our healing just out of sight. So here we stand, torn and bare, Finding solace in the silent care, Wounded souls bound by threads unseen, In the hope that someday, we might feel clean. -Gulmohar