Lying down on the floor staring at the ceiling
somehow brings a lot more peace a lot more healing;
The paint is white all the way up all the way down
how simple strokes of a thick brown brush
can put one in amaze and allow to let down?!
For a moment, it feels as if I am floating away
far away in dreams to never meet realities
with all those clicks and all those rides
the act of staring has so caught me off the limelight;
Letting the battle take place at its usual pace
but I know it's a win even if I don't pick my ace
but here is 'nother strike for the frowning you,
Win or lose, is 'bout the perspective that gets you fairly screwed; Runaway Train, however, sometimes,
gives the beautiful idea of a soul in drowns
how the sadness hovers to- and every night
as you glance over the ceiling nicely painted white;
Back to the act of staring, eh! the act of floating,
tells you a thing about being a humanlike or something
doesn't matter how much or how far you float away
As she reeked of the awful smell of loneliness
head spinning body shaking with no control over self
she sat on her knees and prayed to a lamp post
'Turn me into a bird or something invisible, alright?
Then I may not drink so much of it, it's my plight.'
Lamp post smiled, shook as a breeze kissed by
now bent by an inch, he whispered over her lips,
'Go, take your wine and other belongings
for we may not have again this talk of longing;
now that you have drugged yourself fairly well,
well, well! this is not what one can call a desirable end.'
She got up with a hiccup, hair messy but silky
ran to the abode, to grab toothbrush, soap, lipstick,
she paused abruptly at the last item to smirk,
for it would be a wonder to have make up for a spoiled jerk;
'Never mind!', she shouted and locked the thin house
sprinted as if life was on a bet for a magnificent prize;
Reaching the spot where she had her first kiss, her first lover
the first prayer, the very first convers…
Today is Father's Day. Personally speaking, expressing love specifically on such days to our loved ones now has started to feel a little awkward; I mean to say that why all of a sudden our love starts pouring up to the rim in the morning and boils down by the time ticks off at night? I can be fired with many strategies of perfectly simmered retaliation techniques but no. I. Will. Not. Bother. By. Any. Of. Them. Because I feel everyday is the same - filled with love and support for our loved ones, whether we celebrate the occasion or not.
So the bottom line is, I haven't wished my father yet. And this makes 2016 the first and an exceptional year when I had done this. Every year be it his birthday or anniversary and in this case, Father's Day, I have always obliged dutifully paying my role as a loving daughter. And I don't think by doing otherwise this year makes me a less of a doting one either. It's just a matter of perspective and I am not gonna argue or even dis…
Elbowing each other
together on the mat
under the translucent sheath of night
the moon looked well lit,
while stars shone a li'l more bright;
and when they turn to cite each other
in those eyes, across soft smiles
tryin' to discover depth in them
but there rested a li'l blue surprise
when the baby Forever was set alight!
Reading is a good exercise only if you hang out with good authors, isn't it? (Well, that's my quote)
If you are passionate about reading, it is essential to have a list of
'favorites'. It is mostly helpful when you are on the road or engaged
vividly into some family occasion or all caught up with a bad health.
You simply have to pick your favorite author without having to face much
of a trouble and off you go to one of the awesomest journeys only to be back with better mood and feeling much loved.
Such is the case with me. With Cecelia Ahern, you can
expect a total magic! Pick any of her pens, you are certain to find some sorts of magic scribbled in there. She amazes me with her creativity and passion to deliver something unique and refreshing each time. My first read was The Year I Met You and I was so damn right caught by the very first page itself. I never knew doing nothing could also be a very engaging plot. Next was, Now You See Me followed by the latest, F…
Like the horizon is a mirage
yet the earth and the sky
scale themselves and jog to infinite;
the same way are some aromas
you run you duck you scale yourself
but at the end, it can't be conquered,
for it wasn't meant for you!
for it wasn't built for you!
Logic will take you from A to B but imagination will take you everywhere. - Einstein
And so do you and I believe.
They say talent stays and grows regardless of the age, gender, religion
etc. She was good in academics. She won several Gold Medals, numerous
certificates, and outstanding accolades enough to fill a considerably
large showcase. She has always been in good books of the teachers as
well as friends. People love her and so do I.
I am talking about
my younger sister who is now trying her naive hands on sketching,
painting and similar stuff but once you look at her creations. the
naivety of her hands, I am sure, will surely amaze you...will make you
think how a simple seed of interest has grown magnificently at such big
level. Her name is Shivani and I am very delighted to share that she has
started her presence on Facebook by the name of - Shivani's Canvas.
Isn't that a lovely name?! Also, she has not learned how to draw and
sketch from any institute. She do…
Today I will do it!
I shushed to myself
But got stuck in work; Today I will do it!
I consoled myself
But could not make it work; Today I will do it!
I shouted at myself
But something came up first;
Writing, cleaning, doing chores,
folding cloths, serving more
Could not resist and finally
I went down and
had The Walk!
The Walk that waited for me
I did it at last, freely!
Along The Walk found
two little cute puppies
swaying, dancing puppies
gave me a heartfelt smile
And then there was this song
from a brilliant singer
blaring on my ear phone
the heartfelt smile turned soulful
and I enjoyed The Walk
As if it were my last.
I never knew Clash of Clans could provoke spirituality as well as a
healthy chat in a family. I realized just half an hour ago.
My kid (a die hard fan of the game) has created a clan and was highly
disappointed when yesterday his friends opted to leave it. Well,
everyone has their own reasons. Being the leader, he got worried and
talked to me about it. I said (yesterday):
'It's alright, son. If
you are the leader, you have got to face ups and downs. That's the way
life is." He flinched, still unconvinced but agreed.
Now today, after coming back from school, he said: 'I am thinking to leave my own clan as well.'
It means the leader abandoning his own troop and army. I consoled the poor li'l soul:
'Only if you are a weak leader. Strong leaders do not give up so easily
and keep fighting. If you leave, you may loose your self-respect.'
He: 'But there is no use of my clan now. None of my folks are there (except two) and also we are losing wa…
This evening I went to see a few of my neighbors. One has got bruised leg, all plastered up nicely while with the other, it was particularly for a simple chat. I have just returned from my native seeing off my ill father (who is fine now by the way and all set up for his busy extremely-active schedule once again.) and still diving back and forth in memories. Moving on with life in Bangalore, I stepped out finally. The state of the former neighbor filled me with compassion. I wished her to get well soon.
While talking to the latter one, we started discussing the unfortunate event happened with someone we both know very closely. A good friend of ours lost her husband recently on the note of heart attack. (I was at my native when I had received the news. I was all shocked and speechless. Just a few days ago I had met the husband and he was doing all fine.) During the chat, both of us ladies expressed our compassion and grief immensely. It was then when I found out the husband’s death wa…
It takes bit of a time to settle down
after all that chaos, after all those loves and cares;
Now that the kid is at school hubby in office
and I on my sofa, I stare at the screen to think
to create bubbles of thoughts
mold dusty beliefs into something new
to think of shaking the world by my writings one day;
but even the deepest part of you knows -
that I am no good writer, only a someone trying to improve
struggling to fight with the block and caring enough to grow
and to go to the place I desire to be, at the peak I wish to be;
When you think you have seen it all, think again!
For each day is a new page of a strange book
with an interesting plot and countless emotions to look
Stay! Stay for a little more while
and one day, this all will be over;
Everything will be done and so will you
Till then, keep reading, writing or whatever interests you
Till then, keep smiling even if there is no one with you.