Monday, August 10, 2020

Awakening



Sitting cross-legged on my porch

This lockdown had me engrossed

In the upheavals within the soul

As I sit staring at the morning rays

Watching them spill over the surfaces of childhood memories

I pick each one, one by one

I look at them, upside down

I take what’s to be kept and shake away the rotten

 

Sitting cross-legged on my porch

I await the signs as I call upon you

The thoughts of you, have me dancing on my toes

Lyrics of sappy songs running in loop

Insides of my heart and mind shine with the glow

The glow I waited for you to come and pour

I thought I will have to travel places

To learn and unlearn life and love 

 

But all I needed to do is to sit cross-legged on my porch 

with a hand over my heart

Smile to let my insides shine for everything outside to glow!


Written - With a Smile!


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Friday, November 29, 2019

!!! Tricky Love !!!


It's the ocean's trick 
The old one, dont you see
Calling you close so you reveal
Don't, don't you my heart listen
I have got you nicely wrapped and hidden

Melody of the dancing waves
Don't you listen hard and cave
It's the ocean's trick 
The old one, you see
It will swallow you whole
And tomorrow the waves will glee!

By - Ocean lover 

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Chance




You are the reason of my being
You're my passion
Reason for  my compassion
You're the one for whom I believe
Reason for the way I live
Your my eternity, my forever
You're my beginning and my end
Don't let it slip away ..
Don't let us slip away ..
Give us a chance!

~Written in your hope!

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

What is it that keeps you awake in the night..

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Breeze on the mountain tops
Cobbled path amidst the dense canopy
Bare feet dipped knee deep in chilly stream
or just lying on your back star gazing
What is it that keeps you awake in the night..

Snowflakes on the palm
Grainy wet sand beneath the feet
Warmth of rays in the eyes
or the petrichor in the midnight
What is it that keeps you awake in the night..

Quaint little hut near the shoreline
Or a mansion in the city 
Luxury on the wheels 
or a cabin amidst the clouds
Warm cuddles in rainy afternoon
Snuggles before the freezing dawns
Feathery caress on the forehead
or a beautiful dream just out of reach 
What is it that keeps you awake in the night..

By - A dream I live....

Monday, June 4, 2018

Unkept Truth!

Under the stars we met
Under the stars we wept
That the vows will be kept
With this faith we leapt
For all rises and sunsets
Forever we said
Together the hearts bled!

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

!!! Black Heart !!!

From the time I owned the world
To the time I look twice thrice
Before I approve my reflection reluctantly
From the time I believed in all good
To the time bitterness became
The first reaction to every emotion

I have traveled centuries
Changing, evolving, withering
Inch by inch losing and reducing
My thoughts, dreams and desires
The essence of my every childhood story
Were burned in the fire of reality

I poured my heart into the few
All who striped its innocence
Splashed the dark into the light
Wrecked the reasons of randomness​
Leaving only the deliberate emotions
Calculated associations, suspicious collaboration

Love, once a prayer, way of life
Reduced to means of self obsession
Emotions, once a way of expression
Now prisoned behind the iron walls

Somewhere while growing up
I lost the meaning and the purpose
Somewhere while escaping pain
I lost the life and the soul

If I could
I would change my path and their parts in my past
As I sit around nursing my black heart!!!

From - Girl I used to be!

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Its Okay !!!

Its okay, being a little bad

Its okay, being a little back 

Its okay, being a little less

Its okay, being a little mad

Its okay, being a little sad

Its okay, being a little low

Its okay, being a little slow

There will always be somebody, a little more

Breathe, it is what it is, Just Breathe

By - A little less perfect self

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

!!! The Weakest Link !!!

I feel it slipping away
I feel myself withering away
Moments of great weakness
Comes crashing down all around me
If I can hold the strings together
I can be stronger then..
the one who said, 
The man can only be as strong as his biggest weakness,
If that stands correct, I might be the weakest of all...
Weakest of all..

Written By - The Weak One

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Self - Musing



A conversation that creates whirlwind in your mind
Can be countered by another which brings the serenity back
Sometimes a stranger’s simple advice of letting your expectations go
Can be more life changing than all the self-musing!       

Written By - Self   

Friday, January 27, 2017

The Silence that Speaks





Why this sense of loss, what is this silence
Is it that I am losing the touch with my soul
Or is it trying hard to reconnect
When did I reach this juncture 
Where I can't even tell the difference any more!

Written By - me

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Suspended in the Lost Dimension

Sometimes I feel like I should write.
Just write. And keep writing.
But I feel my mind is empty
Devoid of emotions
Emotions which help phrase the words
I feel numb at the place where my brain should be
I read my old verse, and I cannot recognize or remember the girl who wrote them.
I feel numb
I feel a lot of things, none are healthy or positive
I feel like I am trapped in my mind, and there are no words in the dictionary which can release me.
I feel like I am stuck and my legs are rigid, I want to run, but I can’t move,
I want to fly, but I can’t move, I want to change but I can’t move
I just want to breathe but I can’t move
I want, I want, I want, but am unable to, something invisible has caught me,
And keeping me in a place which is neither beautiful nor peaceful.
I feel numb where I suppose to feel, and I feel too much where I am supposed to be numb.
Suspended in the lost dimension.

Thursday, June 30, 2016

!!! Dont be you !!!

Find, find a suitor
No, don't find it yourself
Let us do that for you
No, we will not find it for you
We will find it for the one
Who we want to portray as you

Find, find a suitor
No, not for You
But the you, we approve
Shed away, the kilos
Shed away, the likes
Shed away, the smile
Shed away, the curves
Shed away, the dislikes
Shed away, the strength
Shed away, the values
Shed away, the pillars
Shed away, the beliefs
Shed away, the habits
Shed away, the food
Shed away, the drinks
Shed away, the passion
Shed away, the brains
Shed away, don't show
Shed away, and hide

Shed away that makes you, you
Make yourself the need of others
And hope you find the 'perfect' suitor
Who compliments the way you are
No, not You
The one we want to portray as you..!

Writer - Single Soul

Sunday, June 26, 2016

!!! Down The Lane !!!


A flicker of emotion,
A view that brings the feeling of Déjà vu,
A word, a look, a conversation
So many things, such little things,
Pushing you down to the huge landscapes of memory lane,

Feeling my heart full,
While looking at the drizzle outside my window,
I acknowledged all the memories, resurfacing,
Time stops, as I stay at the same spot at my window
But my mind travels, months, years, decades back

How I yearned to look at the brightest spot,
The one I always found in the kitchen of my old house,
Every morning, as my mom scutter around it,
How I yearned to come back to that small place I called home,
My mom kept it like heaven, waiting with a cup of tea
When I entered the house, hose down from rains,

How I yearned, to touch the softness of her wrinkles
Grace my hand on her hand, on her face
How I yearned to kiss her forehead again,
While she lay watching her favourite TV,

How I yearned to feel the coolness of the marbles,
Beneath my calf, as I spent lazy summer afternoons with my parents,
How I yearned to be able to dust away the years on yet another book,
From my grandfather’s collection and smell the old pages,
As my father tells me yet another instance
Of the love of books my grandfather nurtured,

How I yearned to feel the joy of my darling pet
Whenever I come home after a long absence,
The unconditional love he graces me with every single time,
He teaches me about relationships more than any human I know.

How I yearned to spend another night
Cuddled with my family in long summer nights
In overly cold room, cooled by the cooler
When air conditioning was far beyond the means,

How I yearned to feel his love again in my heart, in my bones,
As he protect me from the frowns of my parents,
Mischievousness & wrong doing's of my cousins
And unprecedented taunts of relatives,

How I yearned to ask him to borrow his big dial watch once again
I yearn for him every time I buy a watch till today,
None matches the warmth of his old cold steel,
Flashing on my tiny wrist, while I pretend to be someone big

How I yearned for all those lost years,
When we all could have been together,
When we could  have more time with one another,
Time we lost, trying to do the right thing,

Looking at the window, I realise something
I have everything I want,
I have it in me to get everything I desire
But, what I really need is already behind me.








Sunday, June 12, 2016

!!! Lucky One !!!

You look at me and think
Am the lucky one
I have the best hair
The best watch,
The rich dress 
You are wrong
Don't you see my empty fingers

You look at me and think
Am the lucky one
I have the bling
Dangling from my ears 
Draped around my neck
Wrapped around my fingers 
You are wrong 
Don't you see my hollow eyes

You look at me and think
Am the lucky one
Without the care in the world
Having one Lager after another
Laughing as if there is no tomorrow
Sharing one story after another
You are wrong
Don't you  see my stories have no end

You look at me and think
Am the lucky one
I have the great job
The big bucks
Having the time of life
Living in my own world 
Roaming in horizons unexplored 
Don't you see I walk the road alone!

You look at me and think
Am the lucky one
I have the world at my palm
Can't you see am just a girl in a box!

Written by - the girl in the city!

Friday, May 13, 2016

!!! Ephemeral You !!!



Words stuck in the depths of my mind
If I could catch one, to create possibilities divine
Roaming around the corners of my subconscious
Ransacking neurons to find the story so precious

When I look at the old verses,
The journey I had taken, rehashes  
They reflect that time, when the girl I was
Somehow I just cannot find her

Life wasn't the bowl of cherries at that time
Yet, it brought the poet in me alive
Though I never want to travel back
But it gave me the grounding that I once lacked

Only recently I realised,
Sand flows faster, tighter the grip
The phases of you will come and go in a fit
Scattering everlasting impressions in your life,
Move, Move on, leave it and let go,
Only today needs to be cherished for what it holds!

Written By - My Grudge That I Refuse to Drop!

Sunday, January 31, 2016

!!!Drink Your Feelings!!!


Gulp away the ephemeral moods,
Feel the agony of burning esteem,
Moving in the high of self-deception,
Glorifying in the internal ramification,
When world stand stills and you are reeling,
That’s when you know you are high on your feelings!

Sunday, November 22, 2015

!!! Clean Slate !!!




I have seen the good, the desperate and the bad
Seen the drowned and the aloof
The convenience and the obligations
Nothing is even nearest to the expectation

View of such collaboration
Should be nothing less than celebration
Bonds wrapped around with respect
Unconditional support without introspect

Sight beholding entire universe
Caress soothing away the curse
Presence that ignites the soul
Feeling consumes whole

Obsessing unto sanity
Losing into the clarity
Interdependence of freedom
Leading to conquering kingdoms

Protect the forsaken
Catching the fallen
Holding what is owned
Finally a place to belong!

Where to find, what it will take
To start everything with a clean slate!

Written by - Seventeen year old Faith

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

!!! Tell Me My Story !!!


Look around, searching, hunting,
Things you know nothing about,
This world is governed by conventional
Suffocating, twirling around in limited dimension

Fighting for the space in this crowd
Where you can spread your wings around
May be someone will move to make space
Willingly, to give the presence you crave

Curious on the concept of miracles
Holding the left over of the imaginations
Tip toeing around the karmic interventions
Waiting, to be searched and found

Pondering on times cruelty,
Asking the unknown about
Where exactly to, in final story
Hoping, the one find its way back to me
Before we loose and become history.

Written By - Ritika Patel

Sunday, October 25, 2015

!!! Evanescence !!!

They say moving ahead is all anyone can ever do. Its good, its positive and it keeps you hopeful. But life as I know it, it might look like we are making a choice but the truth of the life is that there is no other option with us than moving on. You have power to stop nothing, you may physically standstill but you cannot not stop time, you cannot stop the sunrise or sunsets, the laws of science or whatever is they call it will catch up with you, and you will have to keep moving, even if you think you aren't, you will still be withering away.

As I stand at the end of my twenties, my mind is in whirlwind of thoughts, each thought taking me down memory lane, some of it I didn't even realized I remember until recently, flashbacks so powerful, as if something is coming to an end, what exactly, I don't know, may be I am just being overly melodramatic about aging, that's the only plausible explanation I can give to myself so that I can remain sane until all of this gets over.
Only way I can handle these turbulent emotions, is by doing the only thing I do to handle everything else. I write.

I do come across as an extrovert, a peoples' person, but I know in hearts of heart, if given a choice I may never step out of my cocoon ever, given the fact I do not like ninety nine percent of the people I meet and interact with on daily basis. The biggest reason of the same is because in all my life I have never met a person who would not spend his life and words proving the correctness of his thoughts, his opinion, his way of life and living, or how very humble and good they are, either by rubbing it in your face, or being pitiful in order for you to sympathize with them by telling them that they are doing the best they could. In all my life I haven't met a single person who would come and say that they are not good people. Why I am writing about this, is coz recently though, I do understand why, exactly why sometimes a room full of people might make you feel like the only person in the room.

Looking back at the years I have lived, I know now, I am not a good person, nor am I bad. I am not humble nor boastful, neither honest nor a liar, am not someone with a heart of gold not exactly possessing a black heart either.  I have shades, so many of them that it becomes difficult for me to hold all of my self in my own mind sometimes, shades, many of which does not make me proud.
Truth remains I am a complicated individual, too far away from simplicity. I understand the meaning of being content, but still I want everything reasonable/unreasonable. I lived in my own world since the time I remember. I am a perfectionist who is not perfect, strong minded individual with lack of perseverance, as deep as shallow, full of hang ups, full of grudges,feelings like empathy, forgiveness, humbleness, kindness, doesn't come easily to me. I have had my heart broken more times I could count, and yet I fail to learn from it and many more darker, deeper shades that makes the bigger part of my being, that people around me know not of.
So when you look back at twenty something years of your life, look back at all the things you wanted to do but did not pursue, look back at the things you did do which doesn't make sense any more,  look back and realize you do not recognize the person you have been, or you have not been even an ounce of what you wanted. I wonder now, what exactly does it say about you?

Written By - Shade of Me




Sunday, October 11, 2015

!!! First Derby !!!


Loneliness is a bitch. Especially when you are surrounded with friends, acquaintances, couples, food, variety of people and even bigger variety of beers. It starts to creep somewhere at the back of your mind and before you know it; it engulfs all your senses. You are talking, but you cannot listen anything, you are looking at people, but not able to see anything, you are surrounded by deafening music but yet silence is all you feel, you are moving with the music but after sometime you realize you are moving with the train of your over powering thoughts instead.

For the first time in your life you find yourself at the Derby, a laid back enthusiasm hovers in the stands, where some are busy deciding their next bet, others hogging on to the delicacies being served during and in between the races.  But all you can see is the way jockey pushes and pushes his horse to win, all you feel is a dull ache somewhere at the center of your being, realizing that something in you does not agree with what you are watching. Although the crowds’ deafening roar erupting to cheer their respective numbers, brings you back a bit from all your mulling, yet you fail to either participate or to understand the necessity of the entire act.

While you are trying to be acceptable with the fact that you are already stuck at the stand for next couple of hours so you might try to behave “not bothered or bored” and simultaneously trying to make an acquaintance understand that why you don’t buy animal prints or ride them, exactly in that moment one of the horses collapses just couple of yards before the finishing line, and you experience something which the people in general describes as “having your breathe caught in your throat”. With zillion experiences which can make your breathe caught in your throat, you would have never picked this one even if you have exhausted your chances of choosing all others. You stand there frozen, trying hard to make the sense of words spoken by the commentator, when he announces that the horse has just suffered a sudden heart attack. All the others who have betted on the number printed on the cover draped across that horse's back, are frustrated over the fact they lost their money, you look around to see if anyone, even one of them, is talking about that living thing that is now lieing on the ground still as a stone.

The moment is passed, the animal is taken away, and the races continue as if nothing happened. You too mingle with the expected, eating, drinking, chatting, dancing, trying your best to be social. 
Although the race course is closed and the party has began you see then very clearly that they are all in derby in their own minds competing with self on endless dimensions.

Somewhere in middle of all these, you look around and find yourself disconnected with everything, asking yourself one question you end up asking every single day, “what the hell are you doing here”, “why are you even here”. Just like that the auto pilot mode is switched off, and the feeling creeps in somewhere at the back of your mind, gradually engulfing you, making you want to turn around and keep walking, yet your social manners shackles you to the spot.

Even with the day spent the way it was spent, the only truly enjoyable thing you remember doing is the walk you took at the end of the night in pouring down rain, getting soaked to your skin as you walk towards your car instead of running and somehow that ten minutes’ walk becomes the highlight of your day, with every step the rain washes off, the talks, the music, the pretense, the dense fog of escapism and the clutter of boxed emotions. The feeling that has engulfed you isn’t bothering you anymore; it has grounded you instead, making you whole.

Written By – Ritika Patel

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