Sunday, 23 June 2019

Undercover, conveniently

It's been almost 6 months since I last visited this tiny world of mine!

Sudden surprises can often lift the lowest spirit; just like today's summer showers, a well-rested weekend and a beautiful evening weather. It was then that I realized I was running out of excuses to get back to writing. What better to write than about what had put a brief pause to my writing

Over the past of years, my circle of acquaintances grew broader, over the past few months I've been following many many Instagram accounts and Facebook pages of amazing  poets, writers, and artists. Each one of them has been wonderful beyond words. Every time I came across such posts I started to believe in the power of words before than ever before. In less than a few lines, their words pierced through the skin- so strong and so very deep that they will never be forgotten.

When I was reflecting on this thought, it dawned on me that the feeling of being judged and the feeling of 'maybe I'm not enough' has engulfed me so tight that it's kept me away from what I've always loved; from what had been my comfort vent. I questioned myself a little more- am I truly not enough?

What a funny thing called life? We preach so much about following dreams, pursuing a passion. We tell every known fellow being and every unknown stranger to kill the fear of judgment, to shove opinions like they don't matter, to live life like we truly belong and what more! Big words and big advice! Nice to say, ain't it?

I've been no different, I realized. Right at that moment, I made a promise to myself and to the quenching rain that I'll put away all the excuses that I told myself when no one was watching, all the apprehension of not being enough and try just a little harder to be true to self!

Here's to the power of writing and power of emotions that once again showed me the dark harsh called reality. Yet, being the support system for trying better once again.

Saturday, 6 October 2018

Captivate

Beside the limitless ocean;
Beneath the wild blue canvas
A bliss so right to stroll along the shore
Just a moment, a pleasure
And a wonder to befriend

Beside the limitless ocean;
Beneath the wild blue canvas
Was a time when
Horizons weren't illusions;
Oceans weren't mysterious

Even after a zillion occurrence
Fascination never ends
To watch each wave break at sight-
Often a gentle kiss
Occasionally a grave misfortune

Beside the limitless ocean;
Beneath the wild blue canvas
A bliss so right to stroll along the shore
With every step, a trail left behind
And with every trail- a memory, a misery,
Tender grace of bygone days!

With its roar, expanse and abyss
With its might and majesty
You just can't stop loving the ocean, can you?

Sunday, 22 July 2018

Be My Sunshine, Will You?

Remember the summers stolen a glance,
I would toddle holding your gentle hands.
And the winters washed in a tide,
I would cuddle by your side.
Stories of childhood left to cherish-
princess, bears, lions, fairies and like.

Why couldn’t the heavens wait,
Just a little longer?
Just so I could listen to those stories one more time;
Just so you could feed me one more bite;
Just a day, for your little prayer to lighten my way;
Just a graceful smile, to brighten my day!

What should I give in return?
To have you with me for one more dawn
To hug you tight; to say, ‘Be my sunshine
To kiss your soft wrinkled cheeks,
To see tears of joy shine in your eyes,
To truly feel complete with you in sight.

Nevertheless, yours has been a long journey
Filled with patience, perseverance and faith
Bless the places where you spread warmth and care
Now, rest in peace and be proud of the legacy left to share

I might not BE like you
But I hope, you will love me too.
Thank you for being reason
I still hope for life after death
Just so I could say, ‘Be my sunshine’- one more time!


Saturday, 13 January 2018

Pandora's box is real

Every principle, rule and norm
Was forced down my throat;
Before my mind learnt its form.
Every what-if and every why
was silenced before learnt to talk!

Every discipline, tradition and law 
Is settled;
Leaving nothing to debate.
Everything respectful and reverent
was meant to be obeyed!
 
Everything absurd and unknown 
Should remain so;
Probably a curse to explore more.
The myth of Pandora's box is true
was believed with unflinching faith

Pandora's box is real 
I still believe!
Unraveling the darkest mystery 
Will throw away everything;
the good, bad and ugly
While HOPE will still remain

Saturday, 11 November 2017

Words between her lines...

There are words she doesn't want you to read
They are buried deep inside her;
It stings and tears her apart
But she doesn't write it down

She doesn't want to be judged for the scream of her heart
There are stories between her lines...

There are words  that keep her caged;
that keep her chained
Like ghosts it haunts her each night 
But she doesn't speak it loud

She doesn't want to be ridiculed for the scars on her face 
There are words between her words...

She caged herself to show you the mirage,
She trampled her sentences till they no longer meant what it meant, 
She imprisoned her words to set you free.

There are words between her words 
There are stories between her pauses
There is a crushed spirit between her smiles

There are words between her lines


Friday, 1 September 2017

Why do I look for those like me?

I look out for people. Not anybody. But those; only those who talk, read, eat, pray and laugh like I do. Only those who think and dress and live like I do. Say hello!
I don’t know you, your path and valleys. I don’t know your nightmares, daydreams, wishes and hope. I believe, but, there is only one right way and that’s my way; maybe untrue, nevertheless strong. Bigoted!
No singular truth and universal false, I know. Still I will call you wrong. Laugh at you; your choices; your existence. Funny!
‘Love everyone, friends, foes and all alike’ my religion says. But I hate, reject, mock, shoo away and blame it all on religion. What would God be thinking? Laughing? Orthodox!
Stubborn, narrow, immovable, intolerable, inflexible, judgmental, conceited; sorry, there is no room for you. Mind is so full of self; holding on to things, judgments, attitude and opinions. Haven’t learnt yet to let go, haven’t learnt to clean up, create room and catch-up. Lonesome!
So full of self and still can’t love self- complete and full. I want to see me in you. Can’t say I love me, but I’ll claim to love you. Silly!

And yes! All of this and all of me is all of you. Certainly!

Sunday, 30 July 2017

Maybe, Just Maybe

What would it be like,
to never have made a wrong choice?
What would it be like, 
to really feel complete?
What would be like to sincerely say
"It can't get better"?

Maybe, just maybe;
There are no wrong choices
or bad decisions as you call it

Every 'the unforeseen' had to be fought
Every 'I wish' had to be overlooked
Every experience carved a newer you

Maybe, just maybe;
Every storm needed to be
Every 'Yes' was meant to be
Every parting ways had to be 


Maybe,just maybe
With everything you let go,
You lost a little of you
So that, when you finally look up
and see a part of you in the stars
You'd have learnt by then 
To say, 'It can't get better'