Dear blog

I am overflowing with very strong emotions these days. I don't know what has went wrong and where, but I do know that something has gone wrong ! And in the meanwhile, trying to figure out the reasons, I have some words to share. This one's really intense, at least from my side. The only reason for such intensity may be my guilt. But then, that's how I feel right now!


That Night And That Song

On one of 'those' nights,
She held the mike and felt the stage.
The audience's world went dull
Against 'those' glossy eyes and 'that' vibrant image ...

Her songs had turned her previous nights musical,
'That' passion came quite naturally to her.
She was told her voice was lovable,
And 'that' made even her days musical ...

She had 'her' idol too,
For whom she wanted to sing better.
It was definitely one of 'those' nights
When dreams and reality ought to come closer ...

Having sung for so many times now,
The stage's magnanimity shouldn't have bothered her.
But overwhelmed with hopes, dreams and emotions,
'That' lovable voice choked and hell broke upon her ...

She was standing right 'there', crying perhaps,
Her little hands, collecting bits of 'those' broken dreams.
Guilt and pain and tears and nothing
For she failed to sing 'her' song to the world ...

She knew the words, she had the rhythm,
Her soul was singing the very song to her.
May be, God wanted her song to remain a 'secret',
And hence, the world was still unconquered ...

After all 'that' happened,
She got no courage to live on.
But she decided to move on
For she owed a lot to someone ...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

A kid who's not kidding !

Dear all

First of all, Merry Christmas to all of you. May your life gets merrier than ever. I hope Uncle Santa paid you a visit on the Christmas eve.

During the days i didn't blog, I was busy pondering upon the fantastic colours of my life. God has been so kind to bless me with a wonderful mentor, a fantastic smiley and some lovely angels. I just penned down 'something'. It's again a bit of me and a bit of what I have always wanted to be ! I know that's a little complicated to understand. So, here's what I wrote :

I've got 'evidences' !

At the sight of a falling star,
I close my eyes,
I fold my hands,
And I make a wish ... still !

In the moments of confrontation,
I feel guilty at heart,
I lose to the mighty truth,
And I don't shy away from saying sorry to mum ... still !

On the days not so beautiful,
I like to show that I have a bad mood,
I fight with my friend,
And I end up crying for the same ... still !

On the eves of Christmas,
I bell my Christmas tree,
I hang socks with a clip,
And I wait for the Santa ... still !

In the nights so dreamy,
I do not go to sleep too fast,
I like to dream with my heart,
Knowing I wont make it too far ... still !

I've got 'evidences' to prove
That I'm not a grown up ... still !
I'm not kidding when I say,
I am still a kid !!!

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

Dedicated To Someone Special

Dear blog

I am overwhelmed by some unexpected joys of life. I never really wished for them, but probably they were my destiny. I never ever expected them to unfold at this point in my life. Well, I dedicate these simple joys of life and the following poem to one of my angels. I know my angel will stand up once again. I always believe that when bad things happen to good people, they become better people! And hence, i expect that my angel has become better... Though written about some very special hearts and their remarkably sweet gestures, this one's for you, dear angel ...

Crossing Roads

We cross roads with people,
Shake hands and bid bye bye to march on.
That's how the journey unfolds,
We cross people and they cross us too ...

Though unsaid, there's more to this melancholy,
For some people don't just cross roads,
In fact, they never do cross roads to march ahead,
They keep the unsaid promise of being with you ...

Sometimes, they lead you;
And at times, they follow you;
While most of the times, they are besides;
Visibly or invisibly, the idea is to be around you ...

Without really spying,
They know everything and even beyond ...
They say just the right words, every time
And do just the right things, always ...

The many people who cross roads,
Are mere distractions of life,
And the precious few who uncross the melancholy,
Are the inspirations of life ...

Our inspirations exchange not just smiles,
But beautifully 'stupid' memories too !
They mayn't help unscramble these crossing roads,
But they sit besides just to cry when we shed a tear or two ...

Celebrating these inspirations,
And appreciating the unappreciated;
That's all I got to do, at the end of this journey,
P.S. - I Love You all till the eternity ...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

" I'll Miss You ..."

Dear blog

The following poem is a tale of three words. The words that a girl finally uttered. She finally came face to face with this moment of truth ! She finally embraced the words she was ditching up til now. I know this girl for a long time now. She talks of her friends and angels whom she will so very miss in the coming days. Just like me, she faces the dilemma of to be and not to be! With her permission, here I am, blogging the hopelessly hopeful tale of those words ...

" I'll Miss You ..."

Finally enduring the unendurable,
She said, " I'll miss you ... "
Following those luckless words,
She forced a smile for the one she'll miss ...

Trying to fight her brains and the inescapable,
Her heart dismissed the idea of leaving, ever !
But then, she said, " I'll miss you ..."
Forced to accept that she'll have to leave ...

Having said, " I'll miss you ..."
She tried hard to understand it, to feel it!
Though she isn't sad anymore, nor is she pained,
For she doesn't really know the pain of parting ...

Mesmerized at the perfection of life now,
She was correct to say, " I'll miss you ..." later !
Though hardly realizing how artlessly the bits and pieces will be
forced back without the perfection and those perfectionists ...

Fight on, Move and hence Live on ...

Everything's Final

Dear blog

Everything is final now. The climax has been written. And even if I want to change it, I am not allowed to do so... Things are about to come to an end, and it's scary... it's scary to come out of the protected and warm world I am used to live in. It's scary to step into a world where only the survival of the fittest is a rule ! Rules of the game will be changed soon... And probably, at first, I will not be able to figure out how to play the game... But then, before all that, there are these final moments that are still with me. And hence, I really want to live through them... Following are the desperate words of such a desperate girl...

Before the curtain finally falls,
This one's probably the last scene and the last chance,
To give it my best shot,
To play the best me, I can ever be ...

Before the final moment of the game arrives,
This one's the last ball and the last chance,
To not just play the best shot,
But to play my shot, I always craved to play ...

Before the final stroke of the brush,
This one's the last chance and the last gaze on my scenery,
To play with the colours of innocence,
And to bathe in the fantastic colours of life ...

Before finally stepping out,
This one's the last chance,
To take a look around,
To endure all that I will so very miss ...

Before my final goodbye,
This one's the last chance,
To embrace it all,
To embrace my soon-to-be ex-world ...

It's not that I will lose my world,
It's just that I wont find it again !
I know it will be there in every bit of me,
And will be there within me till the eternity ...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

I am back with a bang !

Dear blog

Just emotions and that's it... My world has changed and I am yet to unpack 'my things'. I am yet to settle down and get used to this new breeze around me.I really want to love this new place since my angels have shown the confidence that I will surely love it. I TRUST them and I believe in God. And hence, here I am, sharing a glimpse of my new world with all of you...

Flowers And The Bee

God introduced me to a bee,
A humming bee it was.
She was a rock star of her world,
She always had a smile and a melody to hum...

She had her own definitions,
A serious mission was her sincere adventure!
Flying high with minimal regrets,
She got just sweet honey to offer...

And then came a twist in the tale
A sincere mission became her serious misadventure!
The world crowned her as the new Queen Bee
With lights, camera and lots of action...

She took a look at the same world from her throne,
And she doubted her very own definitions!
Wearing teary eyes and a nervous smile,
She forgot the melody she used to hum...

It took a while for her to unpack her things,
To hum again and love the world she's in!
Once in a while, she does miss her old world,
Only to realize that she must move on while the Show goes on...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on...

Dedicated To My Friend...

Dear all
I am sad. One of my most special friends has decided not to talk anymore. And hence, I dedicate the following poem of mine to this friend, whom I call Smiley !



My Smiley and Me !

My nights have never been more restless...
Days did never turn this senseless...
My words and my voice strangely went silent...
For I'm losing my Smiley and the many smilies sent...

Me minus my Smiley has no meaning...
And not even my Smiley knows I'm silently weeping...
It's not just cuisines which went tasteless...
For I'm losing my Smiley and the many smilies sent...

My eyes only looked for my Smiley in the crowd...
And the mere sight was a 'stupid' reason to smile...
And see where I am today, painfully trying to be invisible...
For I'm losing my Smiley and the many smilies sent...

There have been days when we chose not to talk...
And then the following nights thinking why not...
I just got to cry today as I don't have a choice anymore...
For I'm losing my Smiley and the many smilies sent...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

Completed one of my fairytales !

Dear blog

I just came back from my fairy land. And I am about to burst with intense emotions. But then, as I say, writing about what, when, how and why of my life makes me feel better. So, I am doing it yet again, without any fail. Sharing my very own fairy tale with all of you. I had to fall from the mountain-top to appreciate everything around. And that's the beauty. I sincerely believe that "Life is always fair in the end." Hence, believing in life and much more, I am baring it all in front of you ...


MY FAIRYTALE

Writing my fairytale,
In a world which is a lesser - fairy land
As there aren't a lot of fairies here;
Demons are everywhere to hurt me.

Over the pages and over the chapters,
Sadness is bound to show up,
Words are going to be painful,
And my heart will refuse to believe that it's a fairytale ...

But fairies are not so hard to find-
I will see their ever-smiling faces, whenever I look up.
I can feel their immense healing power, whenever I try to.
And the words of my fairytale become better ...

In between this interplay of fairies and demons,
There's me, my words and hence a tale.
In between this battle of belief and disbelief,
There's my pursuit of believing in my dreams ...

Each one of us has got a fairytale or two
And we must not stop writing it !
As somewhere, someone is waiting anxiously
For the release of your fairytale !

Since it's going to be a fairytale,
It's going to be happy, anyways !
And since it's going to be happy,
Who cares if it was the end or just another beginning !

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

That's How Lizzie Puts It !

Dear blog

This time, I got nothing to put in words... Lizzie did the trick! The following words are perfect to compliment the case of my life! They could not have been better put than this. Hope you'll enjoy this one too ...

If you believe, We´ve got a picture perfect plan, We´ve got you fooled, Cause´we only do the best we can... And sometimes we make it, Sometimes we fake it... But we get one step closer Each and every day, When we figure it out our own way ... Thanks :)

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

Count Your Blessings !

Dear blog

I know it has been long since I last scribbled something. It's just that I was cherishing the beauty of my life... My School-Life (to be precise !) Anyways, here I am, sharing another poem of mine. I don't know how to describe the mood of this poem, just like I cannot describe my mood these days! Though I am smiling, but I cannot deny that there's pain residing deep in my heart ... I am scared ! Coming back to what I am supposed to do here, following is my poem, in which the repeated words are actually what I could recall about one of my favourite nursery rhymes. So, if you have heard the rhyme I am inspired from, don't go around with raised eye-brows ! Enjoy ...

COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS

When Life appears a punishment,
And tears become a way of life.
When a glass of happiness, half-full
Appears a glass half-empty!
When nothingness offers a refuge to your soul,
And your soul offers nothing but nothingness,
Just count your blessings,
Name them one by one.
And it will surprise you,
What the Lord has done ...

When you fail to smile at the sight of a butterfly,
And shoo it away, abusing it as an insect.
When friends become mere acquaintances,
And their sight becomes ever-disgraceful.
When a cute, little joke carries
The courage to hurt your soul,
Just count your blessings,
Name them one by one.
And it will surprise you,
What the Lord has done ...

Perhaps Life will become a celebration again,
Perhaps tears of joy will grace the way of your life again,
Perhaps drop-by-drop, your glass of happiness will be full soon,
Perhaps all your friends will be your best friends again,
Perhaps you start joking to see your friends smile,
Perhaps nothing will be disgraceful, ever
Perhaps nothingness will be nothing,
If you just start counting your blessings
And see how blessed you are !

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

Trying To Fly High !

Dear blog
This one's a really special poem ... Hope you'll enjoy it ...

मेरी उड़ान

एक युवा उड़ान के दौरान
न जाने कब मेरा यौवन
चहकना भूल गया ...
आज गिर जाने पर
फिर उठ कर, चहकने को मन करता है ।

एक मदमस्त उड़ान के दौरान
न जाने कब मेरा मन
मुस्कुराना भूल गया ...
आज गिर जाने पर
फिर उठ कर , खिलखिलाने को मन करता है ।

एक सुनहरी उड़ान के दौरान
न जाने कब मेरी आँखें
धरा पर फूलों के सौंदर्य को भूल गईं ...
आज गिर जाने पर
फिर उठ कर , फूलों से बतियाने को मन करता है ।

एक अलबेली सुबह की उड़ान के दौरान
न जाने कब ये चिडिया
उस चंदा की चांदनी को मापना भूल गई ...
आज गिर जाने पर
फिर उठ कर , रात के अंधियारे के संग झूमने को मन करता है ।

एक ऊंची उड़ान के दौरान
न जाने कब मेरे ये नन्हे पंख
आसमा में लहराना भूल गए ...
आज गिर जाने पर
फिर उठ कर , इस आसमा में पंख पसारने को मन करता है ।

आसमा से धरा को ताकना ,
और अगले ही पल ,
उसी धरा पर गिर जाना ,
चोट तो लगी है मेरे नन्हे पंखों को ...
दर्द तो हुआ है इस नन्ही चिडिया को ...
पर फिर , अगली उड़ान का मज़ा ही कुछ और होगा !
उस आसमा को फिर मेरे पंखों के सहलाने का एहसास होगा ...
उस चंदा को फिर मेरे आने का इंतज़ार होगा ...
मेरी अगली उड़ान का मज़ा ही कुछ और होगा ...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

I am scared !

Dear blog

Following poem is an account of the anxieties my heart carries these days. The uncertainties of the life that lies ahead surely affects the mood of this poem. I am sorry for blogging really upsetting poems of late. But that's how my words are shaping into ... Can't help it ! So here's what I wrote :

When I started realising that
A hand was there to hold me-
A hand to reach out to,
When I'm not sure of the path ahead me,
I found out that it's time
To march alone and be a hand in someone else's life ...

When I started realising that
I was blessed with some angel-friends who took care of me-
Angels who brought sunshine to my life,
When I was scared to step out in the dark,
I found out that it's time
To be an angel and brighten up someone else's life ...

When I started realising that
A flower was there just for me-
A flower, always adding fragrance to my path,
When I was not sure of the air my soul was breathing in,
I found out that it's time
To be my own fragrance and add beauty to someone else's life ...

When I started realising that
My mentor was my God's best bet for me-
A mentor, whom I can look up to,
When I'm not sure how does a perfect being look like,
I found out that it's time
To strive for perfection and be a mentor in someone else's life

When I started realising that
I got the Best Maths teacher God ever sent-
A teacher who balanced the account of my life,
Adding joys and subtracting sorrows every time,
I found out that it's time
To bid good bye and plot the co-ordinates of someone else's life ...

When I started realising that
God grant me the best possible life-
A life which taught me how to lose gracefully,
And still never to remain a loser,
I found out that it's time
To change the track and also the world in which I reside ...

It's not just another evening ...
It's not just another silent night ...
It won't be just another morning tomorrow ...
In the School Of Life !

I'm scared to wake up on a morning
Which is not so fine,
I'm scared to wake up in a world
Which is not so mine ...
Don't push me into another world of some other kind,
I belong to the world which is here ...
Let me be here only ...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

The Awakening !

Dear blog

I'll be unfair to the following poem of mine, if I try to introduce it here. The words have been chosen carefully for this poem and it conveys everything in the best way possible. So, here it goes :

One fine morning,
I woke up to realise-
That I have lost something ,
I have lost something really precious ...

I could no longer giggle,
My childhood right to giggle has been denied !
I was only supposed to smile,
And be the most graceful lass or one of its kind ...

I could no longer fantasize,
My childhood right to dream has been denied !
I was only allowed to make plans,
And come up with the most fruitful or one of its kind ...

I could no longer get wet in the rain,
My childhood right to embrace nature has been denied !
I was only asked to be a passive admirer,
And be a perfect grown up or one of its kind ...

I could no longer chat with God,
My childhood right to connect with Him has been denied !
I was only expected to be His blind follower,
And be His most disciplined worshipper or one of its kind ...

I could no longer be innocent,
My childhood right to befriend innocence has been denied !
When ? Where ? How? - I don't know,
I had lost my innocence, somehow ...

On the road to earn a living,
I ceased to earn a life ...
On the way to realise 'their' wishes,
I forgot to make a wish of mine ...

On that very morning,
I realised something else too ...
That it was me, who let 'them' misguide me
And it has to be me, who will rediscover my life's glory ...

They say - I have lost my innocence
I believe, My innocence is lost in no sense ...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

Our World Rediscovered !

Dear blog

Since I am almost on the threshold of graduating from my school and my school life, I have started to realise that there's more to this time than I ever acknowledged. During these defining times, I failed to enjoy simple joys that my life offered and continues to do so... But its better late than never ! So, here I am, sharing this poem composed around one of those many beautiful moments which add fragrance to my life ...

Hurrying from home to school, every morning
And then way back to our nest,
Life's a sweet, little darling;
Unceremoniously, at its challenging best ...

All the intentions in the world -
To turn those in-between moments from negligible to nothing;
I struggle with me, my bag, my sis, her bag and her hand
In the quest to conquer best of both worlds ...

In between changing our worlds from home to school,
I realised, there's another world held worthwhile -
This world embraces me, my sis and our togetherness
Pure, pristine and with absolutely no wilderness ...

She skilfully manages to reach out to my hand,
We become just one-some from two-some.
There's nothing more lovely than her fingers carefully curled under mine;
While our worlds confide in our togetherness ...

This world is our well kept secret so far,
Neither she nor I can enter it alone !
It's we, who bring live this world for us;
Blooming with our sisterly warmth ...

On the immense canvas of our lives,
These point-sized colourful moments are hardly found.
These aren't the moments when we're lost in our own worlds,
But lost in a world which belongs to us ...

Such rewarding moments that they are ...

Thanks Chi Chi !

Love you always ...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

Disguise In Blessings !

Dear blog

This time around, I'm blogging a really confronting poem of mine... I show my dissent against some of the 'blessings' of modernisation and urbanisation in Free India. So, here it goes:


I HAVE NOT SLEPT

That night I could not sleep,
When I saw on the small screen,
That a prominent minister,
Was inaugurating a tall barrier,
I have never heard of walls having opening ceremonies;
I think, we should call it the closing ceremony,
It shuts the possibility of being anything,
Doing anything, anywhere
It closes my life to myself.

That night I could not sleep;
Felt as if somebody was chopping me into two,
Felt as if somebody was announcing my death,
Felt as if I was being rejected right under my nose.
That night I could not sleep;
In fact, nights after that night,
I did not sleep,
Because the walls prevented
My veins carrying blood to reach arteries.
Words have now become scarce,
While illustrating the walls,
While describing the makers of walls,
I have lost my sleep altogether.

The walls all mushrooming everywhere;
Millions are being invested in,
Separating mom from her son,
Separating dad from his daughter,
Separating man from a man.
So many machines and so many bricks ...
Everything being approached to divide,
Farms are being destroyed,
Approach roads are being blocked.
Normal life has become an exception,
Sleep has disappeared,
Nowhere to be seen ...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

Just Nothing !

Dear blog

The following poem is what I sometimes sing for myself. It's one of those poems which keep me going, no matter what comes to hinder me. These are tough days for me ... I really want to make through them safely... So, here I am, blogging this poem :

THAT'S HOW I WANT IT ALL TO BE !

I wanna live my dream, every moment to live with me !

I don't wanna it to come true, just like that ...

I wanna listen my music, dance to its every beat !

I don't wanna it to get over, just like that ...

I wanna make it this way, that way, my way - the special way !

I just don't wanna miss to cherish it all ...

I even wanna thank this pathway, that bench and all this stuff !

I just don't wanna pass by and lose the very chance to thank'em all ...

I wanna see the heights from here, admire standing right here !

I just don't wanna get there, not with that much ease ...

I wanna feel the ups and downs while making it, while facing it !

I just don't wanna climb a bridge and reach there, just like that ...

I wanna live it all step by step, while trembling through !

I just don't wanna skip even one, not even half ...

I really wanna me and the only me, over there !

I don't wanna the other me, the lesser me, making it ...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

Fighting On To Move On !

Dear blog

The following poem sums it up all - All that I feel right now. That's it ...

Sometimes, I really want to thank God;

I kind of feel the need to appreciate everything around;

I die to enjoy being what I am and what I have;

Then suddenly, some strings pull me back;

I can't understand why it's me ?

But then, it's better to Move On ...

Many a times, I really want to stick to the right;

I actually feel the need to defend my will;
I almost die to achieve harmony in life;

Then to my surprise, some strings hold me back;

I can't understand and make out why me again ?

But then, it's better to Move On ...

Quite often, I really want to choose happiness;

I fairly feel the need to enter my name in my own list;

I clearly die to address myself;

Then as expected, some strings keep me back;

I can't judge why me, once again ?

But then, it's better to Move On ...

Most of the times, I really want to get relieved from the weight of expectations I bear;

I strongly feel the need to dance to the tunes that are composed by me;

I die to play the game whose rules are set by me;

And bingo, the strings are fiercely pulling me back;

I don't know why I am the chosen one ?

But then, it's better to Move On ... Always !

Don't try to understand life,

Just Live It ...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

Paper-Mania !

Dear blog

This is just a glimpse of what all can be done with a mere paper. Yes, all these artworks have been so skillfully made out of a single paper. My mentor first shared these pictures with me...And I decided to blog a few from this collection. If you like them, then do let me know, so that I can go on to blog the rest of them. I hope you will appreciate the artistic insight that went in to create such marvels.

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

Dearest Teacher ...

Dear blog

This time around, I am sharing a poem, which is dedicated to my teacher, who's my mentor now. Thanks for everything, as always. I am this way because you are on my way! Following is what I wrote about this teacher of mine :

Oh teacher! I still remember you,

I still cherish the way you drew,

My attention, my life, my whole self to you-

That was superbly, superb.

Dear teacher! I still miss your classes,

Which I used to miss in masses,

And how you dealt with such regular cases-

That was strictly, very strict.

My teacher! I still recognise your voice,

Which kept on stating the fact that you care,

And the kind of relationship that we share-

That was especially, very special.

Hey teacher! I still dream of your rare smile,

Also, the day, when for me, it stretched on your face a mile,

Your spontaneous flow of motivation like Nile-

That was greatly, the greatest.

My teacher! I still get mesmerised by your talent,

Also, your expertise to discover talent on the planet,

The way you walked into the class and my heart-

That was excellently, excellent.

My very own teacher! I may not needed

Your help all through, but the confidence

Of your help in need, made all the difference.

Wow! How wonderful days they were,

How beautiful life was, then,

I bet, nobody has ever lived

Such a perfectly, perfect life,

Which I lived with you, dearest teacher!

Thanks for everything, teacher ...

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

Happy memories captured !

Dear blog

My friends and me went out to spend some quality time together. Here are some of the moments captured by our camera. I really cherish this day. It was really lively. Hope you will enjoy the photographs.

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

Down The Memory Lane ...

Dear blog
Today, I am going to share something very, very special. Archana ma'am, (my English teacher just for about a couple of months) left us and moved on in life. Here is a poem down my memory lane, and declaring how much I care for you ma'am. I still miss you because you treated me like a little child while others thought that I'm a grown up. Let me tell you that I long to be a child again. But then, it's always better to move on. So, following is what I dedicate to you :

I know I am being selfish,
But still I never wanted you to leave.
Remain here...Not for anybody else, just for me.
I agree, I may not have been that special to you,
But believe me, I am missing someone,
Somebody, who was special to me.
Though we shared a casual relationship
And we both were happy with that;
But I have started missing
even as casual a relationship as that was.
It would have been weird to find me secretly glancing at you!
But honestly, here I confess,
I was just relishing your beauty!
You may not believe this, but yes.
I noticed 'things'-
Hair comb it was;
And those pair of spectacles-
Infinite times taken to rest at forehead,
And then brought back to comfort your twinkling eyes;
That gold watch or silver it should have been.
You thought i wasn't looking,
Sorry... My eyes were constantly on you!
You are not here - that's the reality.
But you'll remain unmisted in my heart, forever.
I truly cherish those days-
When there was ME and You;
They were special,
They ARE special...
Teacher! Of all the things I could say to you
Goodbye is my least favourite...
But then, GOOD BYE and GOOD LUCK.

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

A letter to a son

Dear blog
Recently, I participated in a Poem writing competition. The theme was - Common Man In The Times Of Recession. Following is my take on recession, right from my heart and somewhere influenced by some personal incidents :

A letter to a son

Dear son
Finally i have figured the way out
to say 'sorry'
for being unable to
buy you those Nike shoes,
through this letter.

I know you need them ;
direly need them for your football trials.
I know how much the trials mean,
especially, when you have worked the hardest
and is all set to conquer your football world.

I am really sorry, baby!
I just could not arrange for them.
I don't expect you to understand me or the uncertainties of our lives.
I just hope that you will forgive me,
Though that will be unfair on you.

For so many years now, i have been telling you
that money can't buy us happiness.
But times change, kiddo !
And my words have lost their innocence
somewhere in between these changing times.

These trying times have tried hard
to deny me more courage
Not even granting a litre or half of it,
so that to be able to admit
that i can't afford those white Nike shoes.

I know you cannot understand all this even if you want to,
I know you still believe that happiness is priceless,
But priceless is nothing, dear !
Not now at least.
Time to change our beliefs.

I wish i could do something better,
Better than these shoes from the sale.
For these shoes look good, just like our lives.
But aren't that good, just like our lives.
I hope that there are better shoes and a better life ahead.

I am ashamed of my incapabilities
for I promised you on the first day of our togetherness,
all the happiness in this world,
only to discover now
how shabby my promise can turn.
Sorry, dear...

The worst mummy possible.

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

For my friend !

Dear blog
Though I'm late, but I have all the intentions in this world to dedicate a poem to my dear friend. I hope my friend understands me and my feelings. These are really hard times for all of us. I just hope that we all sail through this time safely. Here it goes :

ढाई अक्षर मित्र के
मेरी मित्र ने प्रेम को फिर परिभाषित किया।
मेरी मित्र ने जीवन को फिर प्रवाहित किया॥
जीवन में प्रेम रस का फिर संचार हुआ।
हाँ, कभी मीठा तो कभी खट्टा भी लगा॥
उस मित्र ने ज़िन्दगी की धूप को भी छाँव बना दिया।
उस मित्र ने मेरे गम को भी नम कर दिया॥
उसने कभी धूप में मुझे छाँव नहीं दी।
उसने तो मुझे दूसरे की छाँव बनना सिखा दिया॥
गिर जाने पर, उसकी सांत्वना कभी नहीं मिली।
गिर जाने पर, वह मुझे उठ जाने को कहती रही॥
उसने मुझे अपनी पलकों पर तो संवारा था।
किंतु कांटो से रासता बनाना भी सिखाया था॥
उसने असफलता को एक नया ही नाम दिया था।
एक नई शुरूआत कहकर मेरा जीवन आबाद किया था॥
मेरी हर भूल को उसी ने पहले पहचाना था।
पर मुसकुराकर उसी ने पहले सुधारा भी था॥
'ढाई अक्षर प्रेम के, ढाई अक्षर के ही शब्द मित्र में समा गए'
मेरी मित्र ने प्रेम को फिर परिभाषित किया।
मेरी मित्र ने जीवन को फिर से प्रवाहित किया॥

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

Black And White

Dear blog
That's me going gaga about my love for Black boards and chalks !!!
Following is what i wish to share:


'Black' is evil, it is the darkest of all, at least if the traditional notion about colours is to be believed. But it's special, very special to me ! I had my first crush on a BLACK BOARD actually ! I used to fancy a black board and a white chalk, Like no exceptional child, a chalk piece would mean the world to me. And a chance to allow my little chalk to embrace my madam's board would mean more than just everything to me. I remember how perfectly the darkness of the black board would compliment the serenity of a white chalk. Just 'black' and just 'white' filled my school life with amazing colours. Alas! those days seem to fall short to make it to future. The newly arrived 'White-Marker Boards' are unleashing the world of my classroom. But these coloured markers aren't that colourful; they are pale. May be the intellectually superior human breed is patting its back for having invented such a wonderful thing, which no longer runs the mills to produce either chalk powder or wacky sounds; but the majority i.e. the intellectually inferior breed is going sick due to nostalgia. The classroom which remains in my memories is definitely incomplete without that talcum-look-alike chalk powder; and unusually silent without the sound that arises when a chalk embraces a black board ! My heart carries such explicit memories of a black board and a white chalk. Even today, my eyes dazzle with brightness at the sight of a chalk and a black board. Precisely that's the reason I chose a black board over a white-marker board to grace the wall of my room !

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

My 1st poem : Life's Fantastic !

Dear blog
Here goes my first and probably the most special poem. It sums up the mysteries of life. As it's said- Don't try to understand life, just live it !

Life's fantastic !
Though it's sweet and sour both;
I thank God, at least it has a taste ...
Though it's fast and slow both;
I thank God, at least it has a pace ...
Though it's not always red and always bright;
I thank God, at least it has some colour ...
Though happy and sad, both the tunes get played;
I thank God, at least it's musical ...
Though we don't succeed here always;
I thank God, at least we have the option to fail ...
Though smile and tears, both are part of it;
I thank God, at least it has emotions ...
Though it breaks our dreams almost everytime we dream;
I thank God, at least we have the courage to dream again ...
Though things are not under our control;
I thank God, at least we are a part of it ...
Though we don't decide when to come and when to leave;
I thank God, at least we are here for sometime ...
Believe me, it's not that bad;
Life's really fantastic !!!

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on ...

Simply writing !

Dear all

This one's my first post. Believe me, i am nervous. But then, i really want to share 'my things' with you. I am a girl who's mostly driven by emotions (though that's not good always!). I can't help it. But i have acknowledged a beautiful way to deal with all this. I write about it. Yes, I love writing about things surrounding me. So, here I am, blogging my poems and certain pieces of writing straight from my diary. Also, I have some really cherishing memories with my near and dear ones, which luckily i have captured in snaps. Whenever, I will feel like sharing them, i will go ahead to do so. And finally, i will try to update you about some of my artworks (which are magnificently influenced by my mentor !), as that's another way through which I resist not-so-good events in my life. Well, that's the plan as of now. I look forward to blogging and everything in general. Oh! I forgot to tell you that I used to conclude each and every diary entry of mine by writing "Fight on, Move on and hence, Live on...". I will be religiously doing the same thing here as well.

Fight on, Move on and hence Live on...