Wednesday, 30 December 2015

Haiku- Frostbitten

Anesthetized arms,

Frosted with mordant winter,

Calmed with warmth of zeal.

Iced motionless trunks,

Endure the sore agony,

yearning for delight.

Trees, frozen and numb

Standing upright with fire

of zest to survive.

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Monday, 28 December 2015

The Road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
                                                                                                              -Robert Frost

A poem based on the choices that one makes. Poet mentions that the person described in the poem, at last, chooses the secluded path that is the road that was less traveled by people.
It suggests that whichever road one takes, one always regrets for not choosing the other one, in the end.
I reckon, you might have got the idea of the argument being broached, by now.
We, being humans, are habitually inclined towards following the crowd. There's no harm to go mainstream, in fact it's the most innocuous option.
Most of the people live such kind of life, they grow up, earn for their living and die leaving no change in their surroundings. Despite being harmless, going mainstream is yet the biggest mistake that we often make while making decisions.

For instance, let's talk about our childhood, how many of you have actually tried learning things that were out of your syllabus? How many of you have thought of being friends with the most infamous faces of your batch? Anyone?
We all tend to make the choices that have already been prescribed by the society. I, personally, took computer engineering, not because I had a profound interest in software, but because I thought it's what most of the intelligent people opt for.
Taking a risk has no harm, believe me. You'll either succeed or fail, but either way you'll gain an experience that will always make you a stronger person and perhaps you'll find the right direction one day or the other. You have got one heck of a ride called life, to live and not to get feared of.
The need of the hour is to break the taboos and make a change, to leave a change in this orbit, before you die. Isn't it?
This world is full of wannabes, it doesn't need more of 'em. Be the one, who you actually are, without giving a damn about the reaction of your friends or friends of friends or friends of friends of friends...and so on...
We Indians, have to follow some cultural rules and contours. If YOU'RE comfortable with them, you must follow them. After all, it's your choice that matters, but now a days, I see most of the young generation faking it in front of their parents and fooling around.

If you don't like it, just tell them, there's no point in being a 'sati sawitri' in front of your parents and being just the opposite in clubs and discs. What I'm trying to say is, if you're different, accept it with pride. You must be happy and proud of what you are, and if people don't accept you for it, let it be how it is.
And that will never be a case, IF they actually care for you.

Being a transgender or a homosexual is just one's choice, same as being a working woman or being a house husband or being a cricketer is. And it's a cruel reality that you might get offended by the society, many a times. But at least you will be happy at the end of the day since you'll be living for YOURSELF and not for others.

Cheers to being Original! :) 

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Sunday, 1 November 2015

Lost Hope

I've let you down,

My hopes are drowned.

The fancy wishes and matchless dreams,

Have shattered now to furthest extremes.

And my dark nights are haunted with screams.

The dejecting voices yelling in my ears,

You can't do it, inflaming my fears..

I know I've been indolent, in my path

Missed numerous opportunities,

But I've also been firm in the most parts.

Then why couldn't I win those hearts?

Always been awake with full dedication,

Then why couldn't I reach the final destination?

Is it only the luck that counts?

Or is there some kind of karma?

Will I ever reach my target? 

Or there's something more to come in this drama?

Dear Almighty, give me the strength,

To endure the failures and swallow the pain.

Show me the direction, to be alive again..

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Wednesday, 21 October 2015


Drizzle dribble trickle mizzle,

Gently tickle her skin.

Scent of the moist loam,

Deliberately fortifies her desolation.

Chime of the oozing droplets,

Cheerfully accompanies her solitude.

Sight of the panorama,

Sensation of the mild wind,

The glory of the sun,

With artistry of the rainbow,

Provokes her to abandon her seclusion,

And embosom the mother nature.

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Sunday, 18 October 2015


Ambling down the memory lane,
Life was pale, prosaic and plain.
Riding in a trackless train,
Soft-hued seat and faded pane,
Jeopardy journey of trying to sustain.

with a lifeless life and bloodless veins,
Fancy, glamour, pleasure and pain,
Sorely sprawled beyond my domain.
Then, a dazzling intention hit my brain,
To halt the norm and pull the chain.

Transfiguring my soul from dry to dramatic,
World was turning to animation from static.
I could see the colorful nature charismatic,
with vibrant rainbow, making me ecstatic,
And crimson roses profoundly aromatic.

Next, I sensed the exquisite emotion,
Got blind in love with all my devotion.
Pale cheeks were blushing with this magical potion.
But soon this heart was victim of explosion,
The watery eyes were flooding the ocean.

Lustrous days were turned to dark nights,
Life was back to black and whites.
My dreary spirit being evident in lights,
Got engaged myself into futile fights,
As I failed to distinguish the wrongs and rights.

Though this life is full of complexity,
Guiding tears and laughs to great immensity.
It's the code of conduct destined for eternity.
A cardinal lesson taught by destiny,
Life is all about fluctuating intensity.
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Tuesday, 13 October 2015


Pristine soul, novice and naive,

Wears her heart on her sleeve.

Eyes like a mirror,

Reflecting myriad emotions.

Mind like an innocent child,

Exposed to explosion .

She trusts the deceivers,

With all her devotion.

Shatters her dreams,

For the souls that are frozen.

They take her for granted,

Slaughter her illusions..

Subjecting the epitome of green,

To gigantic erosion.

Eventually, they make her,

Butt of ridicule and rejection.

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Thursday, 8 October 2015

Thank you :)


Hello everyone, as you all know that I was not active in this blogosphere from past two months, since I was busy in the placement drive going on in my campus. But today, I finally spared some time for apologizing to all the fellow bloggers and readers for not doing justice to my part as a blogger and as a reader. I never knew that I was so terrible in prioritizing my work and managing my schedule. As the days passed, I used to get loaded with a little more guilt than a day before for not being here, where I belong, for not being able to read the ingenious and insightful piece of works from the whip-smart minds of my fellow bloggers.

Today, I'd like to share a few thoughts on how I feel being a part of this community. When I started blogging, I never knew that such a heat-felt welcome was awaiting me, you all accepted me with a warm heart and I couldn't be more thankful to you for being so much supportive in the way I perceived the things. I still remember the first comment on this blog was by Shweta Dave, who is a wonderful and one of the most friendly and honest bloggers that I know. Also I must mention, the first warning or rather a useful suggestion that I got regarding my blog post was by Lata Ma'am, a sharp-witted woman whose thoughts always blow up my mind and make me comprehend a different side of life that is usually left unseen.

Not to forget, the mind-blowing bloggers that I came across during this journey of mine. Be it the Haiku masters Somali, Archana, Ravish and Maniparna or the protector of the Vampire community, Tenny, who actually aroused an inquisitive interest about vampires in me, though he's quite strict critic :P
Also I fell in love with the Hindi language after reading Ashish and Sangeeta Ma'am's poetry flowing seamlessly like honey, absolutely beautiful..!!, Saru and Kokila's poems are no less.
Debajyoti's humor and witty comics never failed to make me lose my breath while laughing while Ananya's style statement always left me awestruck.
And as they say, you should save the best for last, the most amazing personalities and my constants on this blog, Purba and Maitreini. I never even imagined that such esteemed and talented bloggers will be appreciating my work. I always knew that these guys will always make time to read my post no matter what.

At last I just want to say a big THANK YOU to all of you for being regular readers of my blog and supporting me throughout this journey.
PS: I'm sorry if I misspelled any of the names and I will be back very soon :D
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Tuesday, 25 August 2015

Wish she was mine

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A hushed twilight,

with pacific drizzle,

Having a sip of hot tea.

In her beloved ceramic cup,

Makes me revive,

that chromatic chapter,

Filled with the charm of her beauty,

Sparkle of her eyes,

Profundity of her dimples,

Intensity of her voice.

Her binding aura,

full of winsomeness.

When her smile was my life,

her tear was my trauma.

I wanted to have her back,

But I couldn't,

for I heard a voice..

Calling her 'mum' and sadly,

I was not the Father..
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If only

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If I were a pen,
I'd have fabricated,
an astounding drama.

If I were the shoes,
I'd have climbed the colossal mountains,
To touch the vivid sky.

If I were a bird,
I'd have flew till the horizon,
To explore the zenith.

If I were the light,
I'd have kept gleaming,
In the darkest nights.

If only,
I were not just a mere dream,
But an earnest intention,
I'd have made myself dignified..
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Tuesday, 11 August 2015

Perfection Personified

Let love be the sprite,

Care be the fairy.

Affection be the goblin,

And you be the Cherub..

To demolish the demons of hatred,

Devilry of jealous,

And ghosts of fear..

Painting the chimerical blue sky,

With angels all around..

A fairy-tale turning 

to a whimsical town..

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Tuesday, 4 August 2015

What's more painful?

Being a part of an Indian family, I have always been taught to not talk about certain things in public. Ample of social taboos continue to exist in our society. The question is who is wrong?
The free minded and unprejudiced people who don't give any heed to such  proscriptions or the people (>60%) who continue to pass on these guidelines to their coming generations. 

Talking about the top most cultural taboo for the Indian women. Any guesses?

Yes, the menstrual taboo. I didn't give a second thought before writing on this topic (an obvious lie). 
I had to think a lot on whether or not being open about such overcritical issue of females. But is it really that big?
No, it' not. There is nothing wrong in having a period, in speaking of period. Yes, I'm saying it again because I'm no longer ashamed of it.  Are you ashamed of being a woman? 
No, right?
Then why being shy on something that's very natural and a token, an expression of womanhood.

Personally, my mother had always been very supportive and I've never been barred of living my life when I'm down. But when I see the people especially the mothers or Nanis or Dadis or aunts around me, I always see them prohibiting their daughters about certain things when they are on their periods. 

Girls are taught not to touch pickles or curd or milk or the Idols. Not to enter the temples, not to have a head bath during their menstruation cycle. I'm sure many of the women feel embarrassed while buying the sanitary napkins, even I do. 
But, the point is, guys, a change starts from within. It's never going to change until we don't bring a change in our mentality.

In future, If I have a daughter, I don't want her to cry when she gets her period for the first time, rather I want her to be happy for taking a transformation from a girl to being a woman. That is something to be proud of and not to be ashamed or embarrassed of. 

At last I want to ask, what's more painful? The intolerable cramps that we get during our periods or these social taboos? Is it really a monthly curse?

The answer lies within you my super ladies! Whether to whisper or to stay free? 
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Monday, 3 August 2015

Flash 55- Trespassing

Despite of being adamant, 
she was guilty of trespassing,
the guidelines that she established, herself.

It wasn't something, 
that she intended, 
or had planned for.

On the spur of the moment, 
she was tempted!
to commit the forbidden act.

Finally, she nullified her guilt,
 of eating the mud cake 
by working out for extra hours. 
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Haiku- Thunderbolt

Roaring thunderbolt,

Ear-piercing, cacophonous,

Sky's assault on Sea.

Dim pitch-black blanket,

Luminiferous lightning,

Nature's revenge from thee!

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Saturday, 1 August 2015

Rhyme Is My Prime

I walk through the miles,

Wearing a wide smile.

I trust to the core,

Get crushed more and more.

I get subdued by the fate,

Thrashed by the hate.

I see the melancholy shadows,

Savage invasion of sorrows.


I can spot the sun shining,

And the dreadful darkness declining.

I'll rise as a morning Sun,

Fight back till the night's done.

I'll wrestle with these tough times,

Penning my brawny broody rhymes..

Top post on, the community of Indian Bloggers
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Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Haiku- Rain Dance

Eager to advance,

In his tuxedo and pants.

Proposed for rain dance.

She just gave a glance,

He didn't lose this crucial chance,

And exhaled romance.

Endearing couple danced,

In exhilarated trance,

On blissful expanse.

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Saturday, 25 July 2015

Incomplete Fantasy #Cherished

Recently, I was going through the tweets and I came across a song recording of my blogger friend, Purba Chakraborty and I must mention she has a gifted voice..
After listening to it, I just got reminded of the time when I used to have a dream of becoming a singer.

I was not into singing Hindi or even Punjabi songs rather was fond of singing the English ones. And I salute to people who can sing them well because they are far more difficult than singing English ones (according to me). Since, I can barely sing a Hindi song maintaining the proper 'surs'. Anyway, I used to think that it doesn't matter in which language you sing since music has no language, it's something that creates a soothing and refreshing aura around you. Right?

I started singing when I was around 9-10 years of age. When I was in school, I took part in the Choir and Orchestra, assemblies and many group singing and Carol singing competitions. But I was never confident enough to even try for the audition of solo singing.
Years passed and my passion for music grew with time, I was already a singing sensation in my fascinating dreams.

Later, during freshman year, I finally took courage to upload a song on Facebook. I got around 60 likes and so, that was a BIG thing for me. Now, I was confident enough that I was ready to sing solo. I tried for the prelims of solo singing in the annual fest. Since, I study in Punjabi University, the judges there, usually preferred Hindi or Punjabi songs (Mostly Punjabi) that wasn't fair at all. I was afraid that I may not get through because of this reason.

The first round was just in front of the judges and there was no audience so it wasn't really tough for me. I still remember when I saw the list of short listed students. I read the half of it and I didn't find my name anywhere, I lost all my hope but then I finally saw my name in the last 3-4 names. I felt so contended that I clicked a picture of it and it's still with me. I usually capture these kind of moments. The final prelims were in the Arts Auditorium.

I still remember how nervous I was. I had stage fright which I still have and it's a part of my social phobia. My turn was at third number, the 1st contestant (who also turned out to be the winner) sang so beautifully and flawlessly that everyone gave him a standing ovation. Now, I was even more tensed, the 2nd one was okay (she didn't pass through). Now, it was my turn, my heart was pounding at its maximum.

I was literally shivering, that also reflected in my voice. I couldn't feel the surrounding, I couldn't hear the soundtrack. I was so anxious and frightened that my mind nearly stopped working and there was a time when there was complete silence. 

Suddenly, I saw a senior clapping for me so he could cheer me up. He stood up and came in front, he faced the audience to ask them for the same and the very next moment, the entire auditorium was cheering for me. I again gained the nerve for singing and completed my song, I got many compliments after that. Though, I didn't clear the final prelims.

That was the 1st and the last attempt of my singing. I don't know whether it's my stage fear or lack of time that I never thought of singing again after that. Sigh!

This is my 1st recording that was uploaded on Facebook 4 years ago. It was recorded in a mobile phone recorder, so quality is not good. (An excuse for my voice) :D

This post is for the Cherished Blogfest, as singing being my one of the things that I'll always cherish :)

Here’s the Linky, to participate in this Blogfest and also to visit other Amazing Blogs!
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Friday, 24 July 2015

Nature's Rage


Outrageous wild flames,

Infuriation of sky,

Clouds breathe a sigh.

Mysterious dye,

Sprawling darkness, air goes dry,

Bare trees terrified.

Tranquilly we lie,

Serenely blinding the eye,

Letting the world die.

Haiku Attempt #2
Picture Credits- Abhinav Chawla
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Thursday, 23 July 2015

Dazzling night


City lights at night,

Planetarium delight,

Prepossessing sight.

Mingling of bright hues,

Impeccably change my blues,

Grants wings to my shoes.

Because I thought, a Haiku was customary. So here it is, my first attempt :) Also, I apologize in advance if it wasn't upto the mark. :|
Picture credits: Abhinav Chawla
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Another Love Story

He belonged to North India while she was a South Indian. Cliched?
He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, while she came from a poor family.
Another Cliche?
But this one's something different yet the most familiar. Here it goes..

Both of them belonged to nearly the same category. There wasn't any issue of caste, race, religion or status, neither their families had an old cold or hot war going on.
Nonetheless they were yet diametrically opposites of each other. 

She was a loquacious chirpy bird while he was a secretive wordless dark horse. 
She was more into expressing herself while he used to keep his feelings and emotions confined to himself. 
She was more into gaining knowledge while he was more into making money.
She was more of intuitive and the one with that gut feeling while he was a practical person. 
She could easily make out if he was lying about certain things or being sad through his body language while he on the other hand, being a man, believed to whatever she said and never thought of exploring what she might be up to in her mind. 

She struggled for making him express his feelings to her for years but she failed every time she made an attempt. She often cried but it wasn't of any use because he was always unaware or perhaps pretended that he didn't know. I wonder why women are known to be mysterious..

One fine day, Trisha finally decided of quitting this relationship that she had with Harshit since she was tired of trying to make things work.
Harshit didn't make any effort to stop her, Trisha was extremely anguished and brokenhearted as she was expecting at least some efforts from his side. Months passed, and there was no sign of apology, Harshit didn't even try to call her once. She was missing him awfully but she was afraid that Harshit no longer loved her or perhaps he never loved her on the first place. She cried terribly, even the moon seemed gloomy that night. She listened to the sad songs and slept. It was 12 am and there was a knock at the door. She opened the door being nearly awake, rubbing her eyes and saw Harshit standing in front of him.
"I want you to see something, come with me," he said. 
"What if I don't want to?" said Trisha. 
"I won't disappoint you this time. I promise," said Harshit, affirming that he won't hurt her this time.
He took her to a place that was decorated with candles, balloons, lilies and carnations. As soon as they came, the fire crackers started bursting in the air with sparkles sprawling the sky and all the balloons were released in the air, adding even more colors to the sky. She saw all her friends and relatives who appeared out of the blue to wish her, the moment she entered. It was her birthday. Harshit had been planning for it since she left. She broke into tears of joy when he said,
 "I see life destined to meet the death,
 sky destined to meet the land,
 North and south poles of magnet being 
attracted towards each other in spite of 
being completely the opposite. 
So if they can meet, Why can't we?"

"Will you marry me?...  Again?"
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Monday, 20 July 2015

Miraculous Town

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Popping my eyes on the vista of blue,

Azure sky flashing the brightest hue.

Instantly the greens seized the view,

Grasses engulfed in morning dew.

Then, silvery glare struck my sight,

The shimmering hills, a lustrous delight.

Clouds dazzling with tints of white,

Guiding back the glory in light.

Rocks and pebbles tinged with brown,

In the aesthetic hamlet of fair renown.

Ogling the jumble of colors all around,

Confessing the grandeur of miraculous town.
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