When there’s nothing to write!

Today is Wednesday,
and I am still thinking,
what should I write?
I look at the trees,
those birds and the blue sky,
to see… if they can inspire?
Alas! They don’t!
And nothing comes to my mind.

Why is it so difficult to write?
Or, it’s because there isn’t much,
…to share from my side?

On a serious note, have been a little busy and I am finding it difficult to even think about a post…so, jotting down a few lines purely to stay connected with all my beautiful friends :-)

Wishing you a FABulous day ahead!

The child in me

The child in me,

wants to go for a joyous sunny ride.

Despite the heat, and all the grime,

wants to go  picnicking,

like the ones Enid* described.

Fruits and sandwiches,

juices and cakes,

carefully packed in the hampers,

for us to take away.

Along the green pastures,

rivers and dales,

we spot our place,

under the soothing tree shade.

The child in me,

wants some fun, some frolic,

at the end of the day.

* Enid refers to the famous British children’s writer – Enid Blyton. I still adore her books and read them once in a while to rejoice the joy of childhood days.

Just a few lines…

I wish I could live life once again,
Just like… opening a sheet of blank new page,
to write the story afresh,
with all the blood in my veins.

I would have then,
painted the town red,
and loved hopelessly all over again.

Chitra’s Palace of Illusions

Sometimes you experience a certain joy, after finishing a book. And sometimes you feel a strange void, a kind of sadness that the book ended. Those kind of books are written in an extraordinarily engaging & captivating way, leaving the readers craving for more and more. Now, that’s a compliment that every writer looks forward to. Isn’t? Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni’s “The palace of Illusions” left a similar void on completion. Unlike other books, I took quite some time to finish this book, because I’d read the pages slowly – to envisage the princely moments described in the book, the magnanimous characters and the mysterious feeling of belonging to the era.

The book is about the great Indian Epic, Mahabharata – the tale that’s known to everyone, its colossal battle, moral values, virtues, righteousness etc. But, the difference here in this book is, it’s narrated by a woman(& written by a woman too), who shares her own insight about this timeless classic – a massive battle, of her own life…sometimes as a daughter, sister, wife of 5 Pandavas, daughter in law, mother, and the queen of Indraprastha. A woman who epitomises strength, a woman who dared to think her mind. Yes, it’s she – Draupadi or Panchaali, as the world fondly calls her.

The Palce of Illusions

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni's The Palace of Illusions

I enjoyed reading it, knowing Draupadi, learning about her strengths, her weakneses, her perceptions, including her emotions that she displayed fearlessly – all the “navarasas”, nine aesthetics (as an artiste would like to call) in different circumstances. As a woman, there were many instances where I could connect with her emotions, thoughts or even the way she would feel – restless, disillusioned, sometimes with pride, jealousy, passion, love, kindness, anger, fear,  - characteristics, which we are all familiar with, at some point in life. Isn’t?

Image Courtesy : Google

Today…

I feel less burdened,
I want to bring some cheer now.
I wish to forget all the despair,
And simply pirouette around.

Two dear friends!

Two dear friends,
when they met,
myriad of emotions,
endlessly swept,
They laughed and chatted,
for hours at length,
sipping coffee sometimes,
and sharing things about their life,
a life – not so perfect,
but challenging otherwise.
Finally the moment came,
when they had to say goodbye.
They parted, but promised,
to meet soon, but some other time.

I know how the flowers felt…

“The rain to the wind said,
You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.”

― Robert Frost

 

The uncertainty

Just a thought ,
a random thought crossed my mind.
What if i died?
A sudden death maybe,
and this blog would be abandoned,
unattended & unrevised.
And…what would the visitors read?
The posts written by someone…
Not sure if S/he is dead or alive?

Recently, came across a heart-rending news of Raji’s(Food Blogger) sudden demise. I did not know her personally. I hardly visited her blog, but used to read her comments on Finely Chopped. Just the name was there on my mind and of course when I read about the news through Finely Chopped, I was shattered. It moved me. I visited her blog then, and found out how well she wrote…how much she enjoyed cooking. She was full of warmth, love & care. I genuinely feel I missed interacting with her before.

Somehow it left me thinking about the uncertainty of life.

May her soul rest in peace!

Beautiful Sunny Morning :)

I opened my eyes,
after a long deep slumber,
to find a beautiful sunny morning,
with partial rays,
seeping in stealthily,
through the curtains,
into my room…
to wake me up,
and to inspire.
To make me realize,
life is beautiful & much more,
than the miseries and sorrows.
Of beauty and joy,
& I am simply beaming,
in this morning glow.

So what?

So what?
If you don’t love me anymore.
I have all the love treasured,
when you loved me once; to the core…!

Those moments of togetherness,
of sweet love and care,
endless promises and unbound happiness.

So what?
If you don’t love me anymore…
I have those moments stored,
somewhere in the little corner,
of my heart & soul.

No matter how much you try,
you too cannot erase them;
it’s love my dear…
happens once…not twice!

After a long hiatus…but back with a smile!

Something inside kindled,
prompted me to come back,
to a world of mysterious beauty,
and eclectic joy,
of connecting and bonding,
sharing and laughing,
in endless ways…
and greatest care!

I was going through a transition phase – both on a personal and professional front. Hence this unannounced break. There were “some” people who did not spare even this space to pull me down, affect me and hurt me, but I did not choose to stoop down to their levels. I chose silence instead. Cared less and remained calm and quiet. Rediscovered myself in the process and found my own happiness and zeal to live my life.

Professionally and personally I am very happy now. Thanks to all those who have been pillars of strength throughout.

Wishing you all a great festive season ahead!

Much Love!!!

:)

P.S. (Thank you for your unconditional love, to all those emails and requests to come back. I will reply to each mail personally very soon)

Most awaited time…

Cozy winter days are long gone,
Springtime has secretly passed too.
Summer time lingered around,
with scorching sun & intense heat.
It’s time now for some magical ecstasy,
For, slowly the sky is turning grey,
& clouds beginning to dance,
to the breezy tunes…
of thunderstorm & torrential rain!

I know,

for all that happens,
for all that one goes through,
God has a reason,
& I believe firmly,
it happens for the best!

Those eyes!

Those eyes that brimmed with tears,
they glisten with happiness now.

Those hopeful eyes, they dream,
& they beam with joy!

Shades of life

When the woes infest my mind,
I seek ways to distract it.
Sometimes I succeed,
While sometimes, I fail.

During those times,
When I fail,
I rely on my inner strength,
As it never betrays,
my undying belief & eternal faith.

I wish!

I wish I were a bird,
Spreading my wings,
I could fly away,
Across the open sky,
To far off destination!

Under the golden sunlight!

I long to walk along the blossoms,
Faraway, under the golden sunlight.
Misty morning & frosty breeze,
Tall grasses & distant fields.
A long solitary walk,
Under the open blue sky!

Rustling of leaves, chirping of birds,
Enjoying nature’s colorful delight.
I wish to walk faraway,
under the beautiful golden sunlight!

The stream of water flowing in abundance,
Off the hills, crossing several barriers,
I dream of walking along the bank,
faraway, under the golden sunlight!

These wintry mornings are incredibly beautiful when the warmth of sunlight is so sought-after. They inspire me & I truly desire uninterrupted long walks along nature’s bounty.

An ode to full moon!

The moonlight slumbers upon the trees,
weary & indolently all night long.

It softly peeks into my window,
as the sweet smell of jasmine floats.

The twigs & boughs all dance in glee,
While the silvery veil envelopes the night.

Oh God! Be by my side!

In the darkness of those nights,
… I would silently pray!

Oh God! Be by my side,
 & show me the ray of light.
The serenity to endure,
 & the strength to strive.

Oh God! Be by my side,
In the darkness of those nights!

A friend in the backyard!

He lay under the rainy teared tree in my backyard
 his eyes smudged.
 He had been crying,
 I guess. I could never tell.
 
 Pretty eyes like his are always filled with a sadness
 that is distant and unending-
 like the sea. Why was he sad?
 I could not fathom why.
 
 He didn’t speak much, never had much to say.
 But I had much to tell him.
 Much to ask.
 But how do I?
 
 ”I could write to him. But he couldn’t read!”
 What would I call him?
 What was his name?
 
 I knew nothing about him
 this stranger in my backyard.
 Only this –
 the world had chased him away
 and here he’d come.
 Had he ended up chasing himself?
 
 If he was lonely, I could be his friend.
 Oh, I wanted to be his best friend.
 I wanted to go hug him.
 He would love me back.
 Would he not?
 
 I ran down to him
 I knelt down before him
 I put my hand on his pulsating heart
 He awoke with a stir
 Stood on all fours
 and said –  “Woof!”

By a friend named “Cheerfulness”. Thanks for allowing me to post this :)

Have a blessed day…

Let the night pass slowly,
& the darkness shall pass too.
The following morning shall bring along,
Happiness, love & cheer.
The shadows of pain would disappear,
& the tears of joy shall flow.
Life would be blessed & there would be
…no more sorrow!

Have a wonderful & hopeful day ahead!

:)

A bejewelled night…

The night was bejewelled, with twinkling stars..
the wind hissed & the leaves rustled,
the fragrance of jasmine spread far & wide,
The moon that night; shone with pride,
With tinkling anklets and dangling bangles,
She began her journey as a bride,
her fragile face covered with veil,
she walked timidly to her new abode,
…with pure bliss & full of hope.

My last post

Hold your heart,
 & listen softly,
You shall hear ,
the song of silence,
 & muse of life…!

Stillness in the air,
a rhythm that’s rare.
Soulful desire,
myriad tales,
A heart that …
longed to share.

Hold your heart,
& listen softly,
You shall hear
the song of silence,
 & muse of life…!

P.N.( This would be my last post. I thank each one of you for spending your valuable time in reading my blog &  leaving your generous comments. Not to forget… I made some good friends on my way who shall always remain close to my heart. My best-est wishes to all. Will try to return some day if I could, until then be good and keep smiling.)

Eternal Wound

They say it will heal with time,
but the time seems to have paused!
They say it’s ephemeral,
but the wound seems to be eternal!

It was thou…

It was thou my love, I abandoned all,
And thou abandoned me for thy love?

It was thou my love, I desired to live,
And thou slain me for thy living?

Get dissolved in morning glory!

One morning I remember …was warm & sunny,
with gleaming dew, on floral buds.
I tried to feel the mist in the air,
a morning wrapped, with a layer of bliss!

The brook nearby was flowing freely,
with water as sweet as honey,
I tried to taste the nature’s nectar,
& get dissolved in the morning glory!

Little Faith!

When times are hard, have faith,
When all’s lost, keep faith,

Little faith will do the magic,
Little faith will propel your life.
Drive the faith in you & fuel your will,
& the storm shall slowly sink in.

How would you?

Tell me
How would you…build a castle of hope o’er some one’s deathbed?

Tell me
How would you…spin yarns of dreams o’er some one’s nightmares?

Tell me
How would you gleam with delight o’er someone’s distress?

Tell me
How would you shower peals of laughter o’er someone’s tearful eyes?

Tell me
How would you play with colors of life o’er someone’s colourless life?

Fierce fire

The fire is blazing fierce,
inside me, inside my heart,
of memoirs, now that’s just a past.

I sobbed bitterly to douse,
the fire; that burnt inside.
It charred to the core,
& blistered my soul,    
the fire that’s burning still,
inside me, inside my heart.

I waited tolerantly all night long…

I waited tolerantly all night-long,
for the sun to rise at dawn,
& there I see,
a beautiful golden sunrise,,
kissing goodbye,
… to those long dark nights.
Yes, a beautiful golden sunlight,
Air filled with warmth & delight.
The rays so resplendent,
I am overwhelmed, I am revived.
I see a hope somewhere,
a bright sunny reason to survive.

I waited tolerantly all night long!

I wish…

the well of tears dry up someday,
& my heart… barren of love,
For,
then i may get rid of,
the pain that torments my life.

One morning

She woke up wobbly, feeling restless & her heart pounding high. She did not know what to do, may be the nightmare had jolted her within. The morning sunrise did not bring any cheer. All seemed dry and the day invariably long even before it started. Her throat parched and she grabbed a quick sip to quench her thirst.

After composing herself, she made her regular cup of black coffee, thinking it may relieve her soreness. Sipping it gradually, she could comprehend her loss. A loss that was irreparable, a void that could never be filled. She realised, it wasn’t a nightmare; it was her life that she was living.

Full Moon

(Taken the pic from my newly purchased Nikon Coolpix cammy :) . Actually have taken quite a few pics, but this one was the best so far.)

Full and round like a silver ball,
It rises gradually as dusk falls,
Draping the earth in it’s light,
Mighty moon shines there bright.

Up above, it plays hide & seek,
with clouds perched in the sky,
& leaves fluttering gently,
…in a breezy air.
Silently, the Moon glistens all night.

(…well I had to think of a few lines that would go with the pic. Hope you like it :) )

…and it poured!

I walk o’er the dewy grass,
bare foot & a bare mind,
clouds floating overhead,
heavy storm ‘bout to arrive,
the air so chilly…it makes me tremble,
tiny …pearly drops trickled down.
& it poured heavily,
soaking me and my parched soul!

Tears that flow

Tears, that flow just like that,
Tears, that refuse to stop.

The heart so hurt,
that eyes fail to hide.

Tell me, how to subside?
…the ache, the sorrows,
that’s hidden inside.

The eyes say it all,
tears they don’t listen,
…they just fall!