Inspired by Solitude

Welcome friends to my kitchen of colours. There's some cooking happening in here... I wish you enjoy this recipe ;) Linking to  Play it again toads! at Imaginary garden with real toads (73 words with Mama Zen) and also to  Sanaa's Prompt nights at A dash of sunny  Emptying can n’ squeezing the tubes; With pinch of black - or - white for hues - brushes to splash; a knife to spread all from kitchen - to - canvas;       not bread! Clear portions of neat julienne; spherifications around when drying is done. Haven to mind – the colourful palette, Food for soul that has - colour savouring palate! Magic of love n’ varnish preservative Relish this painting, do you find it attractive? ©Vijita Pillai, 2016

For Sanaa's prompt night on "Through the eyes of my friend" PC: http://wallpaper-gallery.net/wallpapers/cool-cartoon-wallpapers.html When life threw me in deep darkness, whose depth and girth I could not see, wished I had a li’l way out, where hopeful light appeared to me. Few torches then approached closer, Skeptical - “my desire granted”? Oh, I be in no doubts .. life has never been so kind, In the pairs of eyes that came by, Saw my worth, to which I was blind To the gloom, they were not just light, Friends in the dark, they were light of life …

Writing for Sanaa's Prompt nights :) ©2016 Vijita Pillai The sky is bright, Sun in its might; Matter of concern -  where’s “the light”? From the spell of dew that made me smile, till tiny shadow & me, drenched in its shine; No curtains of clouds covered for a while, but found no ray - ending the quest, jewels drain brine! The flaming torches and spark of matches, none emitted a soulful light; Wishful of sensing, with closed lashes, A “caged ruby” that shines bright! Darkness of anger, ego and hatred, dusted on the red gem, Brush it with care & love that’s sacred, For a free world having none to condemn .. As pure as the gem, let “it” be clean, Then shall light of humanity & oneness be seen!

©2016 Vijita Pillai With folks around, their whirlpool of views I fell in it, my notions buried - No regrets for I had the finest lot, With them I saw the best times fly. ..and here I mourn their absence – Memories now poems, shaped in solitude… Wandering today, wonder what I lost, On the roads that we once explored, On ways that echoed unconfined laughs; The inner self finds hard to smile - ..and the sparkling whites are sealed. Now wrinkles of wisdom, unfold in solitude… I breathed; but died a hundred times, Now respire reminiscence - Stood still, yet walked a thousand miles, the path of despair past. ..and today I am the Phoenix – Rising strong from the hurt in solitude… The sense of loneliness hurts no more, Love the pain bestowed on me, Now is the time I have for myself, Growing in time, by knowing me ..and wiser now; taking life easy - I spill emotions. Pen down thoughts; inspired by solitude …

PC:  http://cliparts.co/clipart Life is a stage; for a skit un-scripted, Actors, forced to play their part, Of all the roles, there’s one lead; and that is - the protagonist Heart. The show- a finished portrait of thought- that the Mind beautifully paints, Masked story with streaks of emotions; some applauded glories & few pains. Responses steer this tale of perception; to be in distress or to be at peace The puppet Heart dances to Mind’s conviction; complying till rhythm of life cease. # For Sanaa's Prompt nights [35] at "a dash of Sunny" #Brevity