Befitting Persuasion

The silence

when the sun sets

and you know winter has arrived.

The howls of a stray dog

ripples the silhouette, disturbing the trance

we stare across the abyss,

the world has failed us both,

in degrees and extents.

Until yesterday become tomorrow,

look at me, as slyly as you can.

Let your eyes fall upon the nude

words of a recluse

and melt.

Befitting persuasion 
into words, like lovemaking-
the kind that makes you gasp,
makes you sink your head, your soul
deep within.
In the pages of my notebook,

you shall remain, like a blot of ink-

an incomplete thought, or an inspiration

to yet another 

someone, somebody I once knew.

To anybody who understands the connection, this is my tribute to Slyvia Plath. I love her. I live her.

Dance India Dance Season4 : Just Move It!

Dance India Dance has to be my most favorite reality television show! It 

is crazzziieee…The kind of dances and dancers it exposes us to! I have 

been a staunch follower ever since the Season1 began. Season 4 brings 

in a fresh element with three young, zestful (and may I add, cute) judges, which refreshes the whole atmosphere of DID.

This season, we get to see

Source: ZEE TV

Indiblogger in association with Zee Tv organized a fabulous bloggers 

event, wherein Mudassar and Feroz Khan came and shook a leg with 

fellow bloggers. Indi meets are already a bout of fun, which when mixed 

with dance, resulted in one awesome meet.

Dancing is not seen as a career, nowadays. However, we youngsters 

have a flair for it, western or Indian. I trained in Jazz and Salsa for three years. Have choreographed several events for school and college, and music makes my feet tap anywhere and everywhere!

Don’t believe me? See this!

                       

And, of course, be it any occasion, you want entertainment, just play the music! 

I am hooked on to the DID Season4, and one cannot afford to miss the auditions! They are fabulous!

What’s your take?

Be The Change You Wish To See

The post was awarded as one of the winners~! More power~!

If given a chance, to decide for this land

And for its people, what change I would like to see,

I would ask for the freedom to accept each other

To be equals in the truest being.

Security for women has become the butt of all jokes

People love the sarcasm, but who really steals the show?

Children prone to the adversities, even before they are told

What does life promise for them, when today doesn’t really know?

If I could bring in the change, I would

Count the stars and teach my people

The goodness of this land, and yet let them know

It all comes from within us, the good, bad, new and the old.

I want free education, online and offline

And for it, not to be sold.

More free courses, and webinars

Aided to the slums, the by-lanes in wheels and carts.

The last decade has seen the greatest of technological innovations

Made people come closer and yet,

There are many to whom, the distance itself isn’t a number

But like a walk without a pair of slippers.

A handful of roses with thorns enrolled.

I will make stricter laws for thefts and burglary,

And those convicted, would be taken to old age homes

Kept in service, for months across

Till they see, how innocent lives suffer from the disease called loneliness.

I am an ‘aam aurat’, what can I do

People question my power like they own it for sure,

To them I ask, who are they and can they make things any better?

I may be a tiny speck in this arid land

But I know I am flying in the wind,

Without me, the wind cannot turn rain into this land,

Which is quenched for that, what was long promised.

Justice delayed is justice denied, why wait when you can Vote,

Vote for the right, I demand, and take up the responsibility

For the sake of mankind. I will, won’t you?

This is My Delhi Manifesto in association with BlogAdda.com.




In This Closeted Room

I fall into your eyes

watching

the leaves brush past

this tiny window, in this closeted room

on the fourth floor of an infamous lane.

I find comfort in this change of scenery.

From leaves, armed

and  fallen to dust.

You must have fallen from the edge

of reality, like sun rays on my skin?

Thank you WriteTribe and Vidya for the prompt!