What is your definition of beauty??

The question was asked to me, "What is beauty?" . The concept of Beauty has changed a lot for me through the years. Beauty isn't just the "eye candy" on my side. And It isn't the "fake and bake" nails, hair, brands... It isn't the diva or a stud on glossy cover of a magazine.. it isn't finest of the resorts at finest of the exotic places...It isn't the fancy must have condo.... It isn't the most expensive gadgets you play with, the whole day...

Beauty to me is...

A power dressed man kneeling down on a dusty trail to pacify a baby...

A friend with a pout just to make me smile..

A dream which makes me smile even whilst asleep..

Someone's genuine heartfelt smile.. 
 My father hugging me for no reason...

Father-daughter dance on a stupid ever track and at weirdest ever place.. 

Mother and son dancing with sweetest broadest grin....

Me dancing and jumping with glee like an infant..

Unconditional love....

Giving selflessly without any expectation of something in return..

Friends sitting on a bench oblivion of ice cream smears on their faces..

An online blink with a message you've been waiting for ...

Nature all around me .. those rain kissed trees

My pictures with my mom..

Few saved conversations.... few archives..

Hearing a song that moves me to tears reminding me of memories of mom, friend and few more..

Having family and friends their for me....

Parents sacrificing their important meetings for their child...

Unspoken feelings felt by your best friend and being emitted through their eyes...

Being pacified by people I love when I go angry....

Unspoken words and knowing what is being said...
Unexpressed feelings heard felt and reciprocated...
A hand held out even before i stumble..

Standing up for what I believe in..

Giving .. surrendering my self to people I confide in..

Listening and believing when someone says in earnest ever tone.."you are a beautiful person"

Gift of love and acceptance...

And walking with a contented smile even when pain beyond my endurance hits me.....

Beauty for me is... When I smile through my heart and soul!!!

I am on a constant search for these things...half achieved.. half midway... half yet to find!!!
 These are the things that hold beauty for me...

What's your definition of beautiful??

Whats your definition

I was asked the strangest question . “Introduce yourself and give us your definition of connection and happiness” I’m assuming I was asked because people take me as an emotional fool, but who knows…  Anyways. I could have given them the most simple answer… My friends are the definition of connection and happiness in my life.  An inevitable chord that holds me together.. The picture-play of memories that reel in over and again,making me smile and cry at the same time..But, they wouldn’t have understood that. So, along with everyone else who stated that true connection, obviously, was unconditional, I spouted off the best thing that I could come up with. Blissful connection is this feeling you get when you look at someone and you just know that you can go beyond your limits just to see them smile. you just can hear them even before they could call out your name. You stretch out your hand even before they could stumble.Dignity,ego, pride nothing matters when that person is in picture.There are many different kinds of loves, from loving your dog, to your family, to your best friends, to your special friend. But, there’s something distinctively different about few people, it’s like the world stops for a minute when you look at them. Its like you count minutes to seconds just to hear their voice.No matter how MAD they make you, you want to kick and hold them all at the same time. No matter how long you go without seeing them, it’s obvious that it’s there. Last week was the time other than those awkward run of a mill kinda situation,  in that I got to see my definition of connection… We haven’t been in touch lately.. amidst chaotic life where everyone is busy proving his/her metal we were drifting apart, well! apparently. But There was just something there.. deep down. I walked into that area, I saw my friend  and my heart went into my throat. How I stopped myself, I have no idea. I managed to keep most my feelings to minimal, Lemme tell you, that is hard. We laughed and had fun. But, some things never change. I still got worried about the smallest things that were apparently bothering my friend. I still tried acting as a shield .They told me that I am having anxiety issues and may be I think a lot hence my array of impulsive acts... But I just wanted to wrap myself around my friend's  worries and peel them off..just wanted to say that look everything would be okay. Just know, no matter where we are, how we are, I am there for you.and in that spur of a moment I got even more convinced, my definition of connection and happiness always will be my friends, even though we may not be together... Or even though things might not be same anymore.....

So in nutshell i can say that i have realized it yet again that....

 My definition of connections is when I feel that urge to reach out even though i might be limping...  

And my definition of happiness is what I feel, that flutter...that rush... when I see my friends smile.....

Whats your definition ???

Girl that scribbles.....

Try knowing that girl who scribble
Try listening as she rarely speaks

Lend her your dreams for a day;

And she will write you a masterpiece.

Try understanding the girl that scribble

She who is pronounced a rigid soul

Tell her you still abide by faith and trust

And that we can always get up if we fall

Embrace this girl that scribble

She who shivers in the darkness of fear

Hide her in a protected corner sometime

Show her that people still do care

Talk with the girl that scribbles

Force her to express what she feels inside

She might charm you with her innocence

She might keep her masks aside

Walk with the girl that writes,

Give her, unending long roads to glory

Give her the confidence of your company

And you might get to know her inside story

Hear out this girl who scribbles

Show her that the world is not of stone

Let her show you her vulnerability

And make you feel it in every bone.

Try bonding with the girl that scribbles

She who does not believe in any ties

The girl who keeps getting punished

As she often break the shackles,she flies

Laugh with the girl that scribbles

She's cried enough under the rain. 

She can make you smile,but her giggles are lost

Tell her that she can laugh again

There is this girl who scribbles

She who I see in my reflection

She who is stark opposite to me

Me the fake she the perfection

She is the emotion, I am the cold

I am the laugher, she is the cry

I am the hidden, she is the confession

I am pretentious glee, she an honest sigh

I avoided this girl that writes ,for long

Now there she lays, all pale and feeble

Still calling out my name in lithe whispers

This little girl in me that scribbles....

He Said.. She Said

He said open your eyes, nothing's gonna change...

She said when emotions are true; change is out of range..

He said why should we choose to get hurt again and again..

She said, getting hurt is akin to being alive, relations are dead if you feel no pain..

He said how could you still smile and greet memories, so disdain..

She said no matter how black the patch is, my memories stay porcelain..

He said damage is done there's no scope of rectification..

She said, all happens for good, failures leads me to perfection..

He said why don't you learn from mistakes and get practical...

She said, I can't see any mistake, I follow my heart, and my heart is amicable..

He said reaching out is insanity when you yourself is down with bruises..

She said no its sane as indulgence helps me forget; it gives me excuses...

He said be a bit blunt else people might use you, take you for granted...

She said let them, they are doing what they want and I'm doing what I always wanted...

He said my perception differs, my side!! You will never ever understand...

She said, yes I might not be understanding, but i still have a reaching out hand...

He said so you feel nothing, no anger, no pain, no remorse, no rage...

She said who says I feel nothing, But what's the fun keeping injured bird in the cage..

He said so you will keep on being what you are, you won't tame...

She said I'm proud of what I am; I’ll choose to stay the same...

He said but this nature made you suffer, still you'll choose to be?

She said yes coz this very nature earned me a friend like you, so I'll still choose to be me..

He smiled so you choose to sideline errors and forgive the mistakes...

She smiled no but I choose to forget darkness, I’ll do all that it takes..

He murmured I really don’t understand what's going on...

She whispered, there are few zones, when we are beyond right and wrong...

He concluded, no matter how right you seem to be, but I know even my side is true..

She concluded, so lets both be what we want to be.. Let me be me! and you be you!!

His Visage and her beauty....

Eyes, she borrowed dreams from

Eyes, she envisioned herself through

His eyes, her epitome of innocence

His eyes, chaste like morning dew

All felt so right, felt like eternity

His visage, graced her with beauty

She conjured his care in a small space;

Space that beamed with his compassion

A little space hidden in folds of her heart

That little space brimming with perfection

All felt so right, felt like eternity

His visage, graced her with beauty

His Smile, radiant like morning rose

That Smile, like dreams on prance

His smile, like a child’s innocent prank

That Smile, like her reverie on dance

All felt so perfect, felt like eternity

His visage, graced her with beauty

His Words, a stairwell to heaven
His words, like comforting rain

Words, an anchor to her sinking soul

 Words,like soothing ice to burning pain

All felt so right, felt like eternity

His visage, graced her with beauty

His visage, way beyond expressions

Visage, radiance of breaking dawn

His visage, tranquility of first rain

Visage, an elegance of dancing swan

She protected this visage in her bounty

All felt so right,all felt like eternity

A little space in some hidden corner

He resides there painting her dreams

Oh! His visage, that exotic spell on eyes!!
An aura on display,touching all extremes
This raving crazy insanity
Feels so right,feels like eternity

Seasons changed, time took a leap

Sorrows and smiles, more than they could reap

But, still his visage shines through her entity

Yea! still Feel so right, feels like eternity

His visage definitely graces her with beauty

Just A Story....

Horror gripped the heart of that boy as he saw his lifelong best friend fall during the riots. His friend was caught in claws of this carnival of violence, with continuous gunfires and screams hurling from all directions . There was an utter chaos whizzing over boy's head and ballade of death in front of eyes . But the boy stood, stood unfazed with just a single thought lurking in his head, what if he leap in and make his way through? He might, he just might bring his fallen friend back.

He was holding his brother's hand ,shaking and shivering with anticipation. All sweaty with threat of what might happen. “You want to go?,” asked his brother, “but i don’t think it will be worth it. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your life away.”  The brother’s advice didn’t matter, and the boy went and jumped into the death pool anyway. Miraculously he managed to reach his friend, hoist her onto his shoulder and bring her back to the safe corner of that disturbed city. As the two of them tumbled in together on the rough patch near the lamp post, the brother peeped in to check the now wounded and bleeding boy, and then looked kindly at his friend.

“I told you it wouldn’t be worth it,” he said. “Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded.”

“It was worth it, though, my dear!,” said the boy.

“What do you mean; worth it?” retorted his brother. “Your friend is dead.”

“Yes, She is” the boy whimpered in pain. “But it was worth it because when I got to her, she was still alive and I had the satisfaction of hearing her say through her last breath, “I knew you’d come. I just knew”

Just a thought.....

Sometimes all you can give is an unconditional love 

Sometimes all you have is just not enough

Sometimes life is like an extended dream 

Sometimes dreams aren’t what they seem

Sometimes giggles can ease your heart

Sometimes the same giggle breaks it apart

Sometimes thoughts spin faster than you move

Sometimes even fastest spin is the slowest groove

Sometimes solace is the only word on mind

Sometimes solace is the only space you can’t find

Sometimes you give in to queries that each pang implies 

Sometimes same pain turns you nonchalant to replies

Sometimes flights of dreams is a soothing respite

Sometimes same dreams poses the biggest fright

Sometimes togetherness has all the delights in store

Sometimes solitude is all that you crave for

Sometimes night gets too dazzling to withstand

Sometimes even dawn can withdraw her hand

Sometimes you just surrender to convictions

Sometimes conviction goes through incisions

Sometimes story in your head is beyond eviction

Sometimes reality you lived in,turns out to be a fiction

Sometimes you live and relive few memories to satiety

Sometimes you sleep endless hours to ward off memories

Sometimes I think am I the person what you see?

Or is it just the reflect of what you want me to be....

Sometimes I painfully conceal,those emotions so white so true

Sometimes I proudly pretend coz I am what you made me ,I am you......