Wednesday, August 31, 2011

The Gift..I did not want..






I am afraid, what if you kill Mommy
and if God takes her away from me
What would I tell Granny,
How would Daddy take care of me alone?

Mommy loves you so much already,
and she takes good care of you
What if she forgets me,
I was her best till now, would I still be?

I fear the tomorrow, when you will arrive
and I would have to become the elder one
What if I am not small anymore,
would they still love me, like they did?

Mommy screamed with pain, tears in her eyes
and Oh I hated you so much
her sorrow teared my heart inside,
I wish I could take you far away from her.

They took her away, I screamed out,Mommy
Dad held my trembling hands, I now knew Fear.
He told me to pray, and that God would help me
I told him, to kill you, I hated you too much.

Hours passed by, I fell asleep with tear-strewn eyes
and I woke up to a crowded outburst, startled by the din.
People were crying, rushing, no one saw me,
As I struggled to find Daddy, where would he be?

There he took me into his arms,
I felt a shudder, What if Mommy..
No, she couldn't, I needed her, I'd told God
What if she was gone, forever?

Gently, he stroked my hair and led me in,
I crept into his chest, I didn't wish to open my eyes ever.
Daddy cajouled me as he asked me to look around,
with fearful eyes, I stood on the ground.

Mommy smiled, as she took me in her arms,
I knew I had found what I needed the most
Wasn't I glad,she was alright..
And then she guided me to you..

Those pretty black eyes, sparkled like molten gold
I saw your little fingers,as they clasped my thumb.
And I trembled at your touch, it seemed like a hot rush
and it warmed me up that cold February night.

I'd wanted God to take you away,
how mean could I be, I wondered.
And as I thought, you smiled at me
And that was the most precious thing, I ever saw.



Tuesday, August 30, 2011

It Hurts to be Me.




The effervescent night cries its silent lullabies
the chroniclers of substance note the last hymn
Of stories of Hope and chivalry of men long lost
to an undefined catharsis of bygone memories.
It hurts to envisage the past.



The hungry eyes of the man and that of the child,
two different worlds,they highlight
and yet the Hunger seeps off the rest
the only survivor is the victim of the two.
It hurts to resonate the echoing silences.



Tamed fear like a tear drop, falls gently
like the clattering of the crockery,left unwashed
after the innuendo of the extravaganza
A celebration of another worldly discourse-now faded and lost.
It hurts to laugh when you wish to smile.



Lament, with age grows like coal on fire
slowly extinguishing within its own lingering gray
As it dissolves sublimely into the air
Like a mirage through a raindrop, suspended like a prayer.
It hurts,
It hurts to be Me.





Monday, August 29, 2011

To-Night





For every man, they say
is a beloved,somewhere.
Where, I beseech tonight.
Tonight.

To rub the tender night
against the moonlight
Where,do I melt into my beloved.
Beloved.

Let the flavors of innocence
float like dew on a rose petal,
As it slides down my window of faith.
Faith.

Take me to that land, I said
where the Never is Never told.
To a place where  there is a Forever.
Forever.

He took my hand, led me along
Kissed the tears away with a song.
I closed my eyes,as I wept unto him tonight,
Tonight.



Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Nostalgic Moments (Just For Once)

Everytime I eat samosas adrak wali chai or kachoris, I think of you..
Every time I smell the pages of an old History book, I can see your lopsided smile..
Every moment, every thing that I do..I miss you. I walk down the Nostalgia Lane, with melancholic windows, look out towards me..
Rest in Peace ..


BlogFest~ Nostalgic Moments





Kinshuk,
It feels so weird. I can't cry. I cannot laugh.I can just stare at the past that's gone and look at our pictures, knowing that you're gone..too.
I know you're there, there'll be people telling me you are.. But I know you're not..
You're an enlightenened soul, and not wordly, anymore..
And yet my heart seeks..yearns.. for the moments that became memories..
To re-live..rejoice
To Love and to be loved, to be understood and encouraged..
We had it all..didn't we?
24th August,2010
The day was magical..
So was the last telephone call..I'll regret disconnecting the call Kinshi..I'll regret a lot of things I never did..a lot of things I never said..But I know you knew me too well.. You knew everything that I ever had to say..silently smiling.. jerking your fair, your eyes would hint, It'll all be okay..I need that hug, I need that embrace,
I need to believe again. I need.
Just for Once..






Just for Once..Today, Tomorrow


Every single day..passes..
And a realization haunts me..
That we might not meet on this journey anymore..
24th August, 2010 was the last time my friend
when we danced, frolicked
Fought and made up,
I tied you the Rakhi, and you were so frustrated,
and yet you smiled, looking at the hot kachoris, I'd bought.
You took out money from the ATM, a 100rupees note
My account was yours, you knew my password!
We fought, fought like the night and the day
not knowing,
they are part of a larger Unity, of this Universe
But I saw the fire turn to dust,
I saw it all in front of my eyes,
I saw it all fall apart.
And yet the fire comforts, a broken heart.


I fear the time and distance, lost too much already
This journey seems ever-lasting and daunting
I feel like a mediator between me and myself,
condoling and consoling, the two.
And yet, the nights seem too long.
As the days pass by.


Soon today shall become the past,
a day gone, wasted and mourned.
I fear a tomorrow,that makes its presence felt
Like the air I breathe, like an invisible intangible bubble
That surrounds me, like your hug.


I see your halo, in the sun rays and the hot coffee vapors,
in the light blue sky and the wings of a butterfly.
I see your shadow in the wisdom of a child,
or the playfulness of the old man who smiles back at me.


You are too much present to be absent, my friend,
But this heart o' mine longs for you
each passing moment
I wish, just wish, you hear me once,
and come to share this struggle I keep inside.


I still see you in every note that I read,
every time I pass that backyard lane
I feel you around, in the rain,
You spin me around, in a multitude of ways.


Just yet, I ask, you for that one last time,
Let us be friends again?
Come lets have some Belgian chocolate
and play dumb-charades,
and on an act, we begin to laugh,
the kind of laughter, that resonates for ever.


Come back my friend, even if it is for that one last stance
Lets live forever..in this one moment
Just for once.



Matters of the Heart~ Top 10 Quotes

Well, here is my list of Top Picks from the zillions of quotes available, though I would bet that I have an awesome list! Do scroll through and if you have one which is not that famous and not in my list, then please do drop it in, in the comments box below!


So here we go,
I start with the most recent one I came across.


‎1. "Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of 
adversity and grief."


~ Anonymous






2. "What you love you empower

and what you fear you empower -

and what you empower you attract."

~Anonymous






3. "In every girl’s life, there’s a guy she’ll never ever forget. In every guy’s life, there’s a girl  
 he can never ever get."


~Anonymous






4. “When you begin to touch your heart or let your heart be touched, you begin to discover 
that it’s bottomless.” 
~Pema Chodron








5. "Getting close to another often includes sharing the same fleas." 
~Unknown






‎6. "Time, Friends and Relations", these Three things do not come with a price tag.. But when we lose them, we Realize the cost."


~Unknown








7. "Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.” 


~Anais Nin






8. “You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.”


~Unknown






9. "Sometimes, its best to leave some words unspoken than to have it said yet would only 
bring confusion & pain to one's heart."


~Unknown








10. "A bell is no bell 'til you

ring it,

A song is no song 'til you

sing it,

And love in your heart

Wasn’t put there to stay
Love isn’t love

'Til you give it away."

~Oscar Hammerstein







And to end it up my friends, the last but my favorite one!


Me without you is like shoes without laces, a nerd without braces & asentencewithnospaces




Hahahah!
And to put in a food for thought, I was wondering..
Why do the best quotes come from Anonymous or the Unknown?
If you know, let me know too!


Cheers!



Monday, August 22, 2011

I want to be The Girl






I want to be the girl
he's scared to lose
The one who makes him shiver
with her feathered touch.

I want to be that girl
who is his only princess
The one who can build his dreams
With the utmost care of a mother.

I want to be his girl
he'd hold me tight
and we'll slow dance under the moonlit sky
the breeze blows my hair,his fingers sweep them aside.

I want to be that girl 
who makes him lose his sense
for whom he'd fall on his knees
and break all the spells.

I want to be the girl
whom he'd call his wife
The one who would define his love
in golden sermons and starry lights

I want to be the girl
he loves, he holds by her waist
As he tells me about her,
I sit and regret.My silence.
I want to be that girl.




















Saturday, August 20, 2011

When English was Mutilated by an Indian

This is one of the most extra-ordinary accounts you shall ever come across that describes a Cow so "well".
Beautifully expressed,
You HAVE to see this..to Believe it!



This was written in the Indian Administrative Services (IAS) examinations by a candidate named Manish Pandey. Totally meant to be taken light-heartedly! ENJOY!!




Imagine.. A Woman


Imagine a Woman





Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman.
A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.
Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.

Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.
A woman who listens to her needs and desires.
Who meets them with tenderness and grace.

Imagine a woman who acknowledges the past's influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past.
Who has healed into the present.

Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and wisest voice.

Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.

Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.

Imagine a woman who honors the body of the Goddess in her changing body.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom.
Who refuses to use her life-energy disguising the changes in her body and life.

Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women.
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.

Imagine yourself as this woman.

~by Patricia Lynn Reilly

Guest Post by Nikhil Mahajan

Time for another guest post, my dear Readers!
And this one, is a not-so-politically Correct one! In here, he talks of the much talked about Anna Revolution..
Thank you Nikhil Mahajan, for writing this piece for my blog.

Nikhil Mahajan, hails from Jammu and is a published author. His book is titled, My Love Never Faked and he owns a blog too.
Nikhil Mahajan
(Please click here to visit his blog.)
Thank you.
More details, below the post. Happy Reading!








I still remember the day I got a small message with a logo on the right side of my Facebook Wall. It was a fight against a cause where we all were asked to join by a single click. Many of us may have joined the cause just thinking it like another bogus event. But with due course of time it turned out into next biggest thing in the country. 


It was ANNA against Corruption; a common man against an empire. The groups were made further, Pages were liked and further initiatives were taken over the issue on a serious way where masses joined and met further to the execution of the Event. And today still people are sharing and liking the Anna movement over their wall. Something same happened over Twitter, another biggest social network around the globe. Even US- Officials were seen tweeting over the Anna’s revolution. It is just like revolution in the interior of the country. A country with the bulkiest constitution; which took around 3 years and a lot of amendments were made since then still making it more bulkier but this weight was being put upon the shoulder’s of common man where rescues were made for the corrupt officials and a common man was force to corrupt the society.


These social media networks are now helping a common to speak up and to put upon their views and something same happened for the fight against corruption; just like the way India was connected all across its borders by Hindi and English papers where Gandhi ji was a means of connection under British government. Here Anna not being a supporter of any political parties is a common man like us standing against Government and taking initiatives to clean this pond of dirty corruption. He may look simple at his attire but this Annaberg(Iceberg) is going to hit the Indian corrupt Titanic where corruption has to sink.

India and the Indian has really changed and I hope my pen works like a virus here. Finally we got new way to use social networking; connecting the country and each section of society from wall to wall.


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Nikhil is a very good friend of mine- someone I can talk about anything under the sun. You must read his Book,
My Love Never Faked, the review of which shall be uploaded soon here in my blog.

The Facebook Fan Page of his book is


He also has his own website,


Hope you like this post and the book as well.
My best wishes with you, Nikhil.
Friends forever! <3


Me and You~ A conversation


I know I'll Die But still
I want to take this chance.
The Rain... You... And a missing umbrella..
And our Last Romance.

The tea shop.. Those local snacks..
Remind me of a yellow yesterday
Of not too long ago..
You said, It may upset your stomach
But my heart rejoiced to see you smile,instead.

Good For you. She said.

I know I'll Die
But I will still try...
To see you, one last time
And say sorry for all that
That I have never done.

When you Blush with anger,
I will try to give you a smile
I wish you don't smile back..
The smile that caused me
A thousand deaths and a life.

As you wish.
I won't. She said.

I know I'll die, but still
There are things I'd want you to believe
Every time my words fail, I hurt more than you 
A person having a bandaged knee and elbow.
Cant bend too easily for you..
And yet, I try to do.

Its okay. Please don't. She said.

I know the time is not right
to think of my own wounds
I know its high time
To resonate my own silence.

I know someday, you'll forgive me
For the stand i dint take,
The vows I never made
But trust the Day of Judgement,
My love for you never faked.

I trust no one. But I'll try.
For I know I loved a love
That was true.
The rest was forever flawed, my dear. She said.

I know I hurt you, as I leave
A soldier of a border is hard to believe
But as I leave, I give you my memories
Live them, cherish them, Till I come.
Back into your arms.Again.

I know who I am,
But to decipher you was my plot
I shall come for the sake of my love
And if you only trust no one,
I want to be so.




The man leaves and she shuts the door.
Slits her wrist.Falls on the floor.
The angry men come.Push open the door.
They look at the body, strip her down.Naked.
It does not affect her.Anymore.




Note~
Co-crafted by Gaurav Chawla.