Monday, November 28, 2011


Its not everyday that a novice, amateur 'poet' like me is asked to write a guest post. But it happened. Against the odds. And doing things against the odds is my favorite job. So, I agreed. Yes, after a few discussions. A few questions.  Aakriti. Naam hi kaafi hai.

When she is not busy  busting myths surrounding Psychology, she provides  us pictures of delicious cakes which she had baked herself and gives us the recipe of some 'yummylicious' foodWhen she is not penning whats on her mind , she delivers thought provoking poems. Yes, she is every bit the yarn of wards, which she calls her writing as...

The challenge was something to write for a truly versatile blogger. Earlier, she wanted to do an interview with me, but I safely pulled myself out of it. :)

And then, I thought, why not write a poem itself. And since in those times, (yes, the poem was written long back..), I was in truly 'kavita likhing mode', I eventually gathered my wits together and wrote something and sent her. Against the odds, she liked it. Looks like, she likes doing things against the odds too. 

So, the poem is up there at Yarn of Words and you can read it HERE. The poem is titled - OF HOPES.

Few lines from the poem...
I tried to listen to what you tried to hide.
I hoped you would trust me, waited for you to confide.
I tried, I lied, I cried and finally sighed.
I always kept a check on my emotions, brewing inside


And..while you are there..don't forget to wish her happy birthday. It was a couple of days back. But she would need all the best wishes as she has her final assessments coming up...  :-)

Friday, November 25, 2011

Strings of Happiness. Pearls of Tears

I understood the words you never spoke.
Something told me, there is nothing we lack.
Enter you in my life and it was sunshine.
Exit like a sunset. Hoping  you will be back.
You know when a song comes along,
Our heart glows and feet start to dance.
Under one roof. One day. One night. One Talk
With all that he had, didn’t we had a chance?
It was the possibility that kept me going.
There was nothing for me, I was forewarned.
Honey, my only wish is you are never harmed.
My mind accepts the missed moment.
You know that I have only one regret.
Eyes remember. Heart tries to make space.
You are someone, I will never forget.
Embrace the moment as it appears.
Strings of Happiness or pearls of tears.
Close, we may not be for now.
Looking at you, I forget my fears.
Out there, when we met for the last time,
Say, I had proposed. You had opposed.
Either way, I just want you to know.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

So much for Making it to the top..

It does not matter Now.
Which Path I take.
Destinations are Blurred.
Milestones are fake.

Alone here.
The Air is thin.
No familiar faces here.
It has wiped out my grin.
Living in constant fear.
How deep is the drop,
So much,
For making it to the top.

Photo clicked on the way to a morning run(10:00 AM is still morning...right? ) in Zurich.

Monday, November 21, 2011


 Not that I have not thought of this before. But, I wanted to write about this, after reading  this post by Chintan. She says, to quote her -

The truth is, nobody moves on! No body. The life moves on but you do not. The people who say they move on, I would like to look them in the eye and talk over a drink. I really would. How cruel are we as society, as human beings! At times, I feel dogs are better than us. They enjoy each bitch and lead a dog’s life. We do the same behind the closed doors. Just for a lifelong jhooti izzat /namesake reputation/ we keep dying every day. Some die without love, some for love and some because they do not know what love is. It’s hard to tell who suffers the most.

It is hard to imagine anyone who would disagree with above. We have seen many people, around us, who had to 'choose' between two 'Loves'. Choose between parents/family and 'his/her life partner'. Some cave in. Some don't. Some fight for what they think is right and win. Some fight and lose. Some give up without a fight. For an outsider, it is very easy to pass a judgment on what thought process went before choosing what was eventually chosen. But He/She who is the middle of the storm alone knows what is happening. To what extent, he/she can fight, how long his/her mind can take, how far can he/she push the envelope, before he/she falls and falters, is something, no one else but only He/she knows.

So, would we call someone who fought with the parents/society for the acceptance of his/her love and lost a weak, spineless person? Or someone who chose not to fight a chicken? I won't. He/She choose to go with what the family wanted, and in the process had to let go off someone whom he/she thought was the one for him/her. The reasons can be many, which an outsider wouldn't know. But the result would be something, which is for everyone to discuss and judge. Who is stronger/braver? The one who choose never to stop fighting and eventually won or the one who eventually gave in and decided to live with the pain all their life? The one who broke the flawed rules of an incumbent society or the one who decided to take everything on himself/herself and slowly die everyday? This is a question, the answer to which, we would never know. In an ideal society, this question should not even exist. But, the society, especially ours, is anything but ideal.

I am a part of the society. But then, may be I am not. I belong to a rebel school of thought. I know what I am. I know who I am. I may be confused about what I am going to eat for dinner tonight, but when it comes to how I want to live my life, I don't much care for society, who is ready to judge me for my actions/inaction. And when I say society, it does not include my parents, brothers, sisters and friends, who 'know' me. Even then, I do not expect them to agree with me on everything. Since I know that, at heart, they want me to be happy; I listen to them, agree with them, and disagree with them. We may differ on 'what would make me happy?' Be it in relation to love, career or anything else. But, the final say would be mine. Compromise is something, which I am not very fond off, just yet.

P.S – This is not a post to support/ridicule any of the choices we make. This is not an argument. This is a discussion. If, you have something to say, Say it. But, I will understand, if you choose not to say anything at all.  

The title isn't of my own creation. I read it somewhere. In English - 'If I start to think what people will think, then what will people think'. Does it make sense? Request people to give a better translation in English for Non-Hindi readers. Thank You. :)

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Behind the Scenes

Keep your rotten tomatoes and eggs ready. This is the person who is responsible for all the activities which happens at this space. All the poems...which range from emotionally depressing to emotionally uplifting...and the never ending posts...

Now, I do not need to tell you, But I will anyway.  The photographer behind all the gorgeous photos of nature published at this space for last few months was the person you see here. But, this pic, off course is not taken by me. If you can please take your eyes off from the blue jersey, you can almost see a semicircular waterfall behind. The place is little known Plitvice National Park in Croatia. I had seen one photo of the park last year, and that little voice inside my head kept popping up - 'you have to go there, you have to go there'. And I went there last weekend.  You can find the relevant descriptions related to park on the wikipedia, but I know, you are either too busy or too lazy. And sometimes both. But, I am feeling lazy too. And moreover, my limited vocabulary skills will do grave injustice, if I start describing the beauty of the place.

 P.S - I have not read any blogs for last 1 week. In fact, I have not read anything substantial last few days. Its a good news for you. Did you ask..How? Because, can expect me popping up in your blog any time. Surprise is good..right? :P

 Few days back, Papa told me this - 
 Bete! today, I have gone through each & every words of your poem,and in my view it is really a nice poem....because as per definition,when the words come out spontaneously in tranquility from the deep root of heart that is called poem.  
Now, I have no words to describe, how I felt after this.

My mom liked my creations too. However, she was more interested in the lady behind these inspirations. I had a hard time convincing her, that as of now, my inspiration is only imagination.

P.S, Again: Some more photos of the park coming soon. Yes, you can relax and breath easy. I won't be in them. I will be behind the scenes.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Hanging By a Thread

                                    When I say,
                             That  I have nothing to Dread,
                              I hide,
                             That I am...
                              I am hanging by a Thread.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

A Lifetime..To Live

                     Lots of Bends in the Road
                     They All go forward.

Were you waiting for my call?
Were you waiting for me to speak?
May be, I spoke something seriously.
But, you took, everything as tongue-in-cheek.
Sometimes, I can be a little bit screwed up,
But, everyone is that once in a while.
But, I can not ever see you sad.
I will stop at nothing to make you smile.
It happened gradually. There was no effort needed.
This butterfly called Love, sat when I least expected*

Sometimes you acted blunt, lunatic, crazy and insane,
But, you were always honest about them, which I respected.

Why things have to be so complex and not as they seem?
Why can not , I always pour out my heart?
Can you really not understand when I am silent?
That, I am actually speaking to you, sweetheart?

I am as sure as you are confused right now.
I am not asking for anything. I never will.
Even, if I get a broken heart. I still tried.
Every time I'll see you. Time will stand still. 

The Bend in the road is awaiting us.
Do you see me, when you close your eyes?
I do not know what you think. But, if you 'go',
You will have to do away with 'hellos and byes'.

We have a glorious past. And a Future, yet unknown!
I am patient. You know, that, I have so much to give.
But, I will stand by you always. No matter what.
I will never stop trying. As I have a Lifetime to Live.

*  If you are reading this, then yes...I copied it from there! :P

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Castle, Fairy Tale

It is all your fault. You should not have encouraged me in the first place. I write a poem for the FIRST TIME and you say so many goody goody words about that. Nothing wrong with this. But the problem, I start to take it so seriously, that for next few months, all I can think is write poems, more poems and more poems. So much so that, I started giving comments in Poems, started wishing birthdays in poems. Always thinking of creating 4 lines studded with perfect rhymes(Not that the poem is all about rhymes) and its heart in its place. In short, I was obsessed. After the first try, I gave 'BUT THEN', 'IF I HAVE TO', and 'A LIFETIME..TO DIE'..(Last one sounds like a 007 movie). Going by the comments, all have been well received. Some even pinged me to say some extremely nice words. There is another poem, which I have written, but it still has to see the light of the day. May be, Someday soon!.  I started working on another poem, 'A LIFETIME...TO LIVE'. Even completed it, but as of now..I am not satisfied with it. Something is missing in the poem..Something vital. Which has stopped me from publishing it, just yet. But, as I told, it is all your fault. You shouldn't have encouraged me in the first place. 

So, Today, without saying anything  further, I leave you with some photos from my wandering here and there..mostly in the company of myself. Some of you have already seen the photos on FB, but no one is stopping me on sharing it again! :D

Fairy Tale Castle, Germany

Marianbrucke, As Photographed from Fairy Tale Castle

Scenery All Around Fairy Tale Castle

Some more :)

Sunset in the background

Yes, it snowed in the mountains. I am above 2300 mts here.

The darker side and the brighter side of the Sun

                    Dom, the 2nd highest mountain peak of Switzerland(Behind)