A State of Grey

A tint of gorgeous white
Coupled with the shade of headstrong black
Gives us the tone of an eternity
Grey, the result of prolonged forth and back.

Tracing the journey within,
It emerges through the cohesion of thought
A state of mind rather,
Building upon a trail of forgotten,
Grey, echoes in the heart.

Its existence once realized,
Amends constructed realities.
Created are storms of emotions
Coupled with a state of surreal trance
Grey, you’re welcome with open arms.

Parallel runs a crescent
Emerging through the wonders of a child’s mind
Envying the detached solitude of Grey,
A mere existence revealed.

As the emptiness sinks in
Overwhelmed with the power of nada
It’s grey,
A solid whole.
Beyond the individual,
Beyond the worlds esplanade.

Welcome, to a state of Grey.

The Beautiful Morning

  

 As the waves touched my feet; 

I opened my eyes to the glistening sun.

Ahead of me lay the still ocean, 

And a blanket of wings above.

With the morning dew on his cheek;

Resembling a golden pearl, 

Just one in a million. 

He was still, motionless like a sleeping child. 

Just the way he was before, 

When I stabbed him last night. 

Now, I could talk all that I want to for hours to go. 

It indeed, was a beautiful morning. 

-Raashi Metkari 

The One. Probably the Only.

 

Yesterday I ran into a friend I hadn’t seen in awhile. As we did our quick five-minute catch-up, she asked me how my ex was doing. After I did my well rehearsed polite response, “Actually we aren’t together anymore, so I am not entirely sure,” she gave me the immediate look of sadness and sympathy that I always get. I’m well used to that look, I guess that’s what happens when the man you thought you were going to marry breaks up with you, but after giving me “the look,” she told me that she knows I’ll find someone new and I will love him just as much, if not more. Her words, meant to make me feel better about being single, really got me thinking.I hope she is wrong. I hope I never find someone I love as much as him.

I don’t say that because I am a cynic, and I don’t say that because I hope we get back together. I say that simply because the love I shared with him was too much for me. It was raw, it was passionate, it was all-encompassing, it was emotional, it was everything. He was the first thing I thought about in the morning and the last thing I thought about at night. I felt incomplete when I wasn’t around him, and when he was near it was like everything was right in the world again. He was my other half, and what I considered the best part of myself. He made me crazy and emotional. It was like our entire time together was a roller coaster of missing him, loving him, hating him, and needing him.

And I pray to God I never ever feel that way again.
I hope my ex was the love of my life because I never want to feel that kind of love again. I had it for years that seemed so short. It changed my life and it is something that I will cherish for the rest of forever. I found that kind of love young and I loved every minute of being in it. Even when we were fighting and I hated him, I loved it.
But I never want to feel it again. That kind of pain and hurt mixed in with such passionate love was too much for me. It was too much for my heart to handle and when he decided to leave me, I didn’t understand how the world would keep turning.

But it did keep turning, and one day the ache in my chest stopped hurting and all the broken little pieces of my heart and soul seemed to be put back together. That’s when I realized I don’t need that kind of love or that kind of life. It’s not that I don’t want to fall in love again. I can’t wait to fall in love again, but I hope and pray it is a very different kind of love.

I don’t want someone to be my other half, I want someone who makes me feel whole on my own. I don’t want to miss someone so much it hurts, I want to know that even when I am apart from him I can trust him and know that he is coming home to me. I don’t want him to be my last thought when I go to bed at night because I want him to be beside me when I go to bed at night. I don’t want him to be the best part of me, I want him to encourage me and push me to be the best self I can be on my own. I want a partner. I want someone I can rely on 24 hours out of the day, seven days a week. I want a love that makes me smile and go to bed completely content with my life, not one that keeps me up at night. I don’t want a man who treats me like a princess and the most precious thing in the world, I want him to treat our daughter like that. I don’t want to be the love of his life because I want our family to be. 

: Kelsey Hau 

The Anchor

To be grounded or to set sail,
To get aboard or just stay still,
To remain afloat or hop on the wagon,
To hold on, or let go the lagan,
It is you,
And only you.
The Anchor to your life.

Own up to the decisions that went wrong,
Own up for the efforts of the mother who made you strong.
Owning up is the only key to growth,
Owning up not just for you, but the stakeholders aboard.
Own up cause it is you,
And only you.
The Anchor to your life.

Prepare yourself as the sea gets cold,
Prepare for the dream, watch it unfold,
Prepare as life happens in a flash too quick,
Prepare to treasure the memories you click.
Prepare as it is you,
And only you,
The Anchor to your life.

Believe in you
Admire the bold
Innovate yourself
You’re never too old
Because it is you,
And only you,
The Captain of the ship.
The Anchor to your own life.

– Raashi Metkari

When Leaving Becomes Arriving: David Whyte

One of the difficulties of leaving a relationship is not so much, at the end, leaving the person themselves — because, by that time, you’re ready to go; what’s difficult is leaving the dreams that you shared together. And you know that somehow — no matter who you meet in your life in the future, and no matter what species of happiness you would share with them — you will never, ever share those particular dreams again, with that particular tonality and coloration. And so there’s a lovely and powerful form of grief there that is the ultimate of giving away but making space for another form of reimagination.

Find his poem on – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PK3GhnHOJc 

Kerala Unlocked

#KeralaUnlocked consisted of a photo series that ran on instagram.com/raashi_hd that aimed at capturing the essence of the enthralling escapade I had while touring the State of Kerala, in India.
Its mesmerizing beauty and breathtaking landscapes coupled with the timid backwaters have catered to the taste of masses. The vacation was just what I needed, in order to rejuvenate my senses and the trip came into my life just in the right moment! So, here’s presenting to you…Kerala Unlocked.

*the photos are in monochrome purposefully to be left upon the viewer to color for themselves in their minds.

End of an Era

End of an Era
End of a lifeline
End of an eternity
Start of a strive

The power to rebuild an empire
The strive to build it began long back
I’m capable and entire now
Thanks to the newly chosen track

Stronger than ever before
I believe in a bold me
Courageous and filled with hope dangling through it
Just like the banyan tree

Cheers to the new found love
Cheers to a life again
Cheers to the adrenaline rush
Cheers to the quest I began….

I formally bring an end to my Poetry section of this blog with these few lines. The reason for the same being that it doesn’t serve its purpose anymore. Having said almost everything that I wanted to, this section has been my one stop shop to dump all my thoughts. It’s a chapter of my life I choose not to extend furthermore. I thank you all for all the appreciation. Cheers!
Stay tuned for more photography henceforth…..thank you.

Boating For A Living.

I keep sailing on in this middle passage. I am sailing into the wind and the dark. But I am doing my best to keep my #boat steady and my sails full. – #ArthurAshe

Shooting Street

One way. Two say. Three years…

It’s the day you went on your knees for me,
A day, meant for us.
A day, signifying our beginning.
A day, also marking the rust.

At times you feel like you’ve resurrected from the past,
With a lot of voices in your head.
Theres a sense of freedom of some kind,
But thats just a metophor instead.

Cause it’s now when the feeling sinks in,
The real challenge initiates ahead.
The thought of being without you all my life,
Bring shudders, while I lay in bed.

Thinking about the future past
Each day I lay wide awake,
Thinking where I lost it all
Was it all my just my mistake?

Then the successive thoughts follow,
When nothing makes sense anymore.
There are times when I feel your here,
In dreams I come knocking at your door.

How am I supposed to move on,
When I’m still in love with you.
Maybe that’s why they say you ‘fall’ in love,
It’s something you just can’t undo.

I choose to not leave for the one thing you did wrong,
But to stay, for all the other things you did right.
This is my belief.
He stole my heart in every single way, and was begone. The thief.

Living in constant fear ever since,
Fear of trusting anyone again,
A fear that has only grown over the year,
It’s made me unsure of who I am.

Lost my friends and everything along,
Pushed everyone further away.
Got myself believing in the fact,
If you could leave, so could they.

Iv lived days, almost a year of guilt.
Guilt of something I didn’t commit.
Analysing what went wrong in haste,
Missing every single moment spent with you,
Clinging to every ray of hope together we lit.

Days, and months, and years I recall.
Happy, young, wild and care free.
Sailing swiftly on a boat named ‘life’,
Today, we turn three.
Today, we turn three.

P.S. I miss you, too.