Draped in rain, have come memories which were hidden in the dreamcatcher, slowly making their way from its threads and touching me like a gentle breeze, bringing back the ocean of emotions I've buried deep within. I look up at the sky to breathe a little before diving into the sea where love seemed stagnant, where letters are turning into ashes without fire, where fireflies snatch wishes to make their wings, where flowers bloom from dead dreams, and where each word echoes something long forgotten. I see a glimpse of someone who looks like me, scared yet brave, strong yet gentle, walking on a thread. Unraveling each thread, I wonder, "Who's really me? Is it her or me?" ©payal jaswal

payal jaswal

how beautiful it is to look at someone and see  the eternity oozing from their eyes slowly, engulfing you as if you are a temple immersed  in a prayer, the prayer that trembles you but still pacifies each part of you to become complete. you see nothing, but how beautifully you are part of every alphabet of e-t-e-r-n-i-t-y dripping from his eyes and how he creates a bridge when you cross an alphabet, reminding you of love not so easy, but step-by-step you are closer, closer to the prayer that seems ancient, closer to the infinity that is yours for a while and closer to the dreams where you are a part of universe that he creates in his rhymes. ©payal jaswal

payal jaswal