Dance of the snowflakes

 The dance of the snowflakes

Quietly kissing the ground

whirling around,

in their white ballroom gown.

The spotlight is on them,

burning bright up the sky

white as snow as true to the eyes.

Reflecting pearls of the white light

is it telling me something?

the dance of the snowflakes,

turning and turning around.

Heart

You beat so hard,

I struggle to breathe

I can't tame you

Or calm you down!

Stillness is what I seek at night

A soothing rhythm,

Thump! And Bump!

Like a beating drum.

I seek to calm you,

To slow your pace

And prolong your sound.

One day you will give up,

I know.

Like millions have forgone their soul.

The thumping and beating stops

And darkness engulfs.

We must sleep then

As our body rests deep within,

The earth this heart used to beat!

Isle of Gigha - an untapped heaven

Kris and I were looking forward to our first trip in 2021 as they lockdown is still on at varying levels across the UK. He found out about this little Isle next to it's more popular cousins like Arran islands and Islay. I was game for any location where I could spend the idyllic long weekend in May. 

Isle of Gigha turned out to be a truly socially distanced location. It takes about 5-6 hours of riding to the ferry point from Stanraer and then an hourly ferry. 

We thought we had tracked the time well and would reach well before time but one long stop for lunch and our plans were almost in jeopardy. 

We managed to reach just 11 mins before the last ferry to the isle and thanking our stars and Vicki (our motorbike) for bringing us safely to the spot. Once aboard, there were hardly two other caravans in there and we reached the island in 10 mins. As it was time for the summer sunset, we recced the entire island to pitch our tent. This would be the first wild camping experience for us. And wild it truly was! With ducks quacking on one side and cows mooing on the other. The sea breeze was ahead of us. A wide open space with islands Jurra and Islay displaying their surreal silhouette in the evening Sun. It was picture perfect and the weather was great. The island had a wonderful restaurant and we had our dinner there. This community-owned island also has a tiny shops for everyday things and that came in handy to buy milk and other edibles. After shopping and dinner, we camped for the night. The next morning, we made coffee and some pasta for breakfast with some delicious Danishes bought at the wee shop. I highly recommend baking goodies from Agryll Bakery. 

The island has a clean and functioning public toilet as well and we were able to use the facilities whenever required. Some of services were disrupted like the wee shop was open only got one hour and the restaurant was full quite soon because the entire island was booked for filming a TV series called 'Murder Island' on Channel 4. At one place we even got confused by a fake camping park set-up. Complete with the water tanks and campervans! 

So after our light breakfast, we explored the the island and discovered a beautiful garden with a lovely view point of another beach. That garden was quite well maintained and it's highlight was the peacock! Yes, a beautiful colourful peacock which wasn't shy of humans and posed very well for the shutterbugs. It helped that there were hardly three other people in the vast garden apart from us. 

We had packed a picnic lunch from the takeaway place 'The Nook'. The garden was perfect place to have your picnic. 

After lunch, we continued to explore other parts of the place and went on some hikes, explored a hidden beach that is accessible only by private route and if you are ready to walk through the family of sheep staring at you and then suddenly running away. Clean waters, perfect weather and a vast beach with rocks to climb on for the perfect view. Our exploring didn't end there. Kris also went for a short swim in another part of the island but it had sea weed so he decided to come back within minutes. In the evening, we missed our restaurant dinner as it was full thanks to the exciting film crew and long weekend crowding there. So we had some nuts and fruits which we had carried with us and some tinned food as well. It got a bit cool in the evening so we got our jackets from the tent and explored the wind mills called Faith, Hope and Charity. These are preused windmills set up since 2005 on the isle and helping them in their sustainable living. The farms near the wind mills were dotted with lots of sheep 🐑 that were ready to run away as we approached them. One or two just stood staring. We discovered some old stones named 'The Old Lady and the Little Boy' on our walk up the mountain. 

my summer day

Wish it could be a summer day,

Wish I could fly to my summer today.

The beach and the stones by the Pier,

My pal and I enjoying a sip of the evening cheer.

Wish I could fly to my summer today.

A bright sunny day and a long night ahead,

I seek solace in the morning Sun,

by the Brighton Pier.

I miss chasing the rays,

Wish to walk by the Pier.

Where is my summer Sun?

Wish I could fly to my summer today.

Waiting for the Light

Waiting for the days to get longer,

As I walk by them, I can only smile

with my eyes.

Sinister as is this time 

No festive spirit can kindle my heart warm,

I miss the embrace

The good old wine.

Waiting for the days to get brighter,

Hoping for some sunshine in my world.

A shot of life is what I'm waiting for.

Shot to my freedom from this cage.

Waiting for the warm Sun

 and hugs from her, my gentle soul

My guardian angel miles away from here.

Hope the Sun shines on her, makes her spirit smile.

It's been a long time since I've smiled,

It's getting dark and cold.

The fireplace has no fuel to kindle my spirit up.

Waiting for the Light to enter this world.

लंबा इंतजार

कुछ लोग मौत से डरते है,
कुछ इसकी दुआ करते हैं।
कैसे कटेगी इतनी लंबी रात,
सूरज ढलने के बाद।
हर वक़्त तेरे इंतेज़ार में,
मैं चौकन्नी खड़ी हु।
जब आये तू दरवाजे पे,
मैं तैयार बैठी हु।
वक़्त की हरियाली में,
भूल गयी अपने बचपन के अंधेरे को।
भूल गयी थी मैं,
कि अंधेरे के साए में पली हु में।
बंद कमरे में क़ैद,
चीख़ने चिल्लाने से
अंधेरा दूर नही होता।
हमेशा अकेलेपन से दूर भागी हु मैं,
पर उसने मेरा साथ ना छोड़ा।
हर मोड़ पर, कब कहाँ दिख जाए
कब फिर से मेरा हाथ पकड़ले।
कभी कभी लगता है,
सदियां बीत गयी।
और कभी लगता है,
अभी तो ज़िन्दगी शुरू हुई थी।
ज्यादा हँसी से हमेशा से डरी हु,
कहीं छोड़ के ना चलि जाए।
खुली आँखों से सपने देखे
कि बंद आंखों से नमी ना निकल पाए।
अब तक जो तेरा साथ था,
बस उसका शुक्रिया।
दिन हो या रात,
बस आपका शुक्रिया।

Too precious to me

These moments are too precious to me.
Each moment I spend with you
Is magic to me.
The places and people,
Your laughter and thrill
Is infectious to me.
I cry lest these moments are gone,
Forever trapped in my memories.
This life with you is
Too precious to me.

Like pearls in a necklace,
Each moment and laughter
Is dear to me.
It holds my life,
My being together.
This is what
binds you and me.

Each year,
I look forward to.
I know it brings in
new experiences for me.
Our love today is deep,
Deep like the oceans we see.
The emotions run
Deep within me.

These moments,
This life with you is
Too precious to me.