Friday, March 31, 2017

Writing has always brought me comfort. It has been a medium for me to send out my thoughts into the cosmic void in hopes that, one day, clarity will come back to me. So many things have happened since we last spoke. In the last few days, I published two of the many poems I wrote during the last 4.5+ years... (deep pause...) Wow! Has this hiatus really been that long? These two poems have been the closest to my heart. One person told me that even though these poems personifies hope, they both are laced with a thin line of sadness. I never thought of it that way at first but then when I truly contemplated the idea, I agreed with my critic.

Was I truly sad deep down inside even though I put on a smile every day for everyone to see? I guess I was. In the last 4+years, I have gained and lost a person whom I thought was my true love, but more importantly, I lost my father who was and will always be my heart and soul. We can always overcome losing a boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/friend. But losing a parent is a new ballgame all together. The feeling of losing a parent replicates to when you take shelter under pouring rain, and at that very moment , the roof that is protecting you is being yanked off with nowhere to seek shelter. You experience true colors and faces of people you once upon thought were your well-wishers; but in reality were far from it. 

Not a day goes by that I don't think of my father and imagine what would he have done if he were in my shoes when i'm at a loss. Maybe that's why I still see him in my dreams giving me guidance. I sure hope it never changes; even if I can't hug him in the physical world, at least I can in the "paranormal" world?

Is that normal?

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

The Sun

Be selfless like the sun,
For it rises every day to give.
To give us the light and the path to shine,
To find our true self,
Our passions, love, happiness
and the ultimate power of divine.
Every day, without any fail,
Its rays burn off our sorrows and doubts
Feeding us hope, energy and perseverance,
To face each day with full of ebullience.

Monday, March 27, 2017

Sirf Mere Paas

One low key afternoon, as I was watching the Rabrindranath Tagore series on Netflix, the sudden urge to write blasted through my pen. Inspiration was finally flowing and this is what came out of it...


Sirf Mere Paas



Main nahi jaanti
Ke aap ho kahaan,
Meri aankhen,
Aap hi ko dhoondhti rehti hai
Sara jahaan
Par aap to kahi nahi hain,
Bas sirf mere paas

Aap ki surilli awaaz,
Goonjhti rehti hai meri kaano mein,
Gunguna rehti hai,
Par aap to kahi nahi hain,
Bas sirf mere paas

Mein saansein leti hoon,
Toh aapke khushboo,
Ek nasha ki tarha madhosh kar dehti hai
Par aap to kahi nahi hain,
Bas sirf mere paas

Baarish ki har boondh
Choo kar gili kar deti hai,
Woh humein mehsus karah thi hai,
Ke woh bhi aap hi ki tarha
Meri har thakleefo ko mita thi hai
Par aap to kahi nahi hain,
Bas sirf mere paas

Zindagi ne akheli chalna sikhayi hai,
Par aap ki hoothon ne,
Meri ruh ko ussey bhi mithaas banayi hai
Par aap to kahi nahi hain,
Bas sirf mere paas

Jaane Anjaane mein,
Ye sab aap kar behthe,
Shayad, main abhi bhi nahi jaanti
ke aap ho kahaan
Bas sirf ussi pal ki intezaar hai
ke kab
Aap aur kahin nahin honge,
Bas sirf mere paas….

Gratitude

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