Some blogs , some other stuff.

As a kid , I used to wait for the sunday ice creme treat from dad. and even before he could reach the shop , i would sit in front of the gate, waiting for him.

 

You know what reminds me of this image in my head ? Deboshree !! Every time she post on her blog , I wait for her to start checking other blogs. And finally I would get an email of her liking the post , followed by her comment. How much I always look forward to her words on my posts !!

 

 

She is one of the few people whom I not just think but feel and know I would love having as my friend. 

 

Witty and sensible , her blog is pure delight to read . 

 

( This is a cue for you to finally click on the hyperlink and read her blog  )

 

 

Now that I am finally writing this post , Let me introduce you to another wonderful blog I am hooked to these days. And its NOT a poetry / story blog. This time I am stalking a cookery blog. Such easy , yummy and mostly indian ones. One reason might be that , I have taken up cooking a little more serious now days since I am fed up of eating out (and the results are all great , trust me ) Some day If I ever start posting food pics and recepies,  not to be surprised people .. Till then, do check this blog  by @Womod/Pinksocks

 

 

Sadly I am not reading many of the blogs I so love and more sad is the fact that I have no idea why I do not get time for them. April was one month where I could not even finish 2 novels !! ( and I have a goal of 51 for 2012 ) ! But this month looks much better in all aspects .

 

I finally joined gym (after trying to avoid it from some weeks ) thanks to a tempting offer of some new dresses being gifted to me by a friend ! 

 

And my group book review blog can finally see some posts from me again !

 

Also, I might be soon bidding farewell to two very dear friends , which I can bear knowing that its their shining moment

 

No more for now ( I am tired of typing  )

 

More soon !!

Keep blogging and Stay nice to all !

 

Love !

 

Observations #aros #smallStones (Day – 3,4,5)

naughty kids ~ rule my mornings ~ Calvin & Dennis ~ joy read ~ with my tea

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“you are special”, he said
it was tactic, but i let it be.

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“Be your own manager”, he said if you want to reach the Zenith. “And a good one too”, I added in my head.

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Prompted @ 3WW , River of stone – Jan 2012

Random Thoughts (#aros #smallstone)

Jan 1 :

Its freezing cold outside , and yet when I look at the kid smiling at me, I feel warm inside.

Jan 2:

Resolutions , new or old

break not from you forgetting them

but ignoring them instead.

 

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Written for River of Stones , Sunday Scribblings

i wonder

like often, today again
I wonder,
What pleasure you gain
to act
as my forbidden lover..

M

M , yells the prompt rule;
as i split this out of My name -
silently, i Muse to Myself,
Must write on M not “AM”
I gather the words i can recall
starting with M,having M,lots of M !
it gets interesting;
My Mind throws randoM words
but to pick just one ?
or Many tales be spun !

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This was prompted @ Poets United [ to take third letter of your name (or pen name) and write on that.

Also submitted to Theme Thursday and G-Man’s Fridayflash55

To belong..

Kuch aisa bana mujhe tu apna ki begaani duniya se ho jaaun ..

[ Make me yours in a way that am alienated from the rest of the world.. ]

Wrote this line inspired by some text i got last evening. And as I sat and read it again, I had the following lines to add :

In search of him
I roam no where
but my heart
wanders;
a dream
lives in the eyes
faceless being invades
the city of pleasures
and stabs me
with the wait;
to witness reality
however harsh it is
but mine to just live,
his to claim a right
and ours to shape it new.
Currently
living parallelly
to me,is his world
haunting my cold days
with darkness of the night;
creating monsters
out of the sweet nothings
we never could exchange ..

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Prompted @ OSI , Sunday scribblings

submitted to Poets Rally week 50

Just like me [Mera jaisa tu .. ]

The title “Mera jaisa tu” is a line from one of the songs i have been listening to a lot these days  .. And it translates to : “you are just like me”. And that made me wondering ..

They say opposites attract ! But is it not the similarities that bring two people close ??

what do you have to say about it ??

And below are the lines I wrote last night listening to the same song :

starting from the differences we have,

tracing the journey backwards

through the different views

you and me showed each other

from eyes of heart ,

and voices of soul;

i reach again the same place

where it all began,

from one word to another line,

from one silly comment

to hours of non sense talks,

to smiles , tears , pain and loss,

back to here, where I stand today,

alone yet loved, sad yet strong !

Here is the song if you want to hear :

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Submitted to Thursday Poets rally week 49

Before I die

(click on the image to see full size)

Inspired by Saturday Centus , Submitted to Haiku Heights [ Freestyle ]

Like you,Love you not

nvr been such tym bfr that i lykd so many guys and love none of them .. Dunno wat to make out f ds realization !

 

I wrote this on twitter last night and happen to mention it to a friend too. This came up in discussion of me having a secret list (the names still are) of guys who i think are “almost perfect” for me. In a way that I would want my future partner to be like any of them [ major percent like them at least] . But marrying any of the guy in this list never crossed my mind. Maybe ’cause I was not searching a partner that time or maybe I feared being losing my friendship if I expressed such desire that time [ one of them is still an eligible bachelor ] , but bottom line is that I never had any such thought about these friends.And nor do I have today. Only thing that has changed is that I can probably tell the person concerned how much I like him and appreciate being knowing the person he is. I really am glad you people made it easy for me to decide what I like in a guy and what not. And if any of you think I am a nut case to have such ideas in my head , I want to ask , “did you not know before, I was hopeless!!”

Thank you my friends.

Love each of you.

XOXOXO

Not a lot about Love

Well the first song my Ipod made me listen to was “mohabbat ki jhoothi kahani par roye” [ Translation : Cried over the lying tales of love ] .. And though the lyrics are pretty clear with no hidden reference to anything, the lines made me think about the concept of love. A friend last week had argued that unless we love ourself, we can not love any one. And i guess he makes sense now. If I can not love myself, how can I expect some one else to do that same ? My flaws are mine but they are no more than the good I posess. I am lot better that I judge myself [ also lot worse than I think ]. But that’s what and who I am. and always be.

Love does not lie. Love indeed gives you all happiness you seek. And it can give you loads of pain too if you try to decide the source of love and ignore the rest. Friends , family , readers of my blog , people I talk to online and offline , my team mates , any one who makes my day any better becomes my source of Love. And I become the source when I acknowledge the same. And I just love them all a lot. Some of them , I love too much I guess. And it makes me happy just to know such wonderful people.

So If i still want to cry foul that life did not give me a taste of love, well, I am going to make a fool of myself. I am finally prepared to wait for the one person who will come and understand my bonds to others and glue them with his trust and cares. I need no one who wants me to cut away from my network of people just to have a bubble of forced safety. Not again.

My heart is not empty any more to let any one make home there. It neither is full enough not to let worthy people stay in some corners.

I am now running out of both ideas and time , So I stop typing now.
Whatever this might mean to you,
Bless you !
Loved be !

Books , Music and Words – weekend shots

Last weekend Loot !!

 

Well last weekend was a package deal ! And such an amazing time !!

And it was also a beginning of another lost hobby – to write random lyrics in a notebook that always adorns the bedside. Here is the first set ( one of my mom’s favorite) in hindi -

This is the song my mom kind of gave as a lesson when we were of the age to have feelings for guys. My mother is a pretty cool lady. I remember her asking this question from time to time if I had a boyfriend or if I liked some one during college years. Here’s the song :

[ Its opening lines and the rest of it has one message - It is not possible for any human to leave all the world / his possessions for the sake of love. The song further says that what if you could not be together for life , isn't it enough that your hearts were one once ! ]

Have a great weekend !

Celebration

Once in a while
It doesn’t seem impossible
to capture you in my heart
to have your silver light
flow with my blood
and your flawed love
shine through my nights.
And just those while(s),
I celebrate my insanity.

 

Prompted @ PAD Challenge Day#8
Also Inspired by the Image shared by Amy

Star in my sky : Stone#7 #aros

Each night i sleep, i am too tired to notice anything. I pull over the blankets to cover mw till my chin, hug my pillow and doze off in less than a minute. It wasn’t  much different last night except that when i was adjusting the pillow, and thinking of you, I saw a star outide the top window of my room. No matter in what way i turned my head, i could see the dark sky but no another star. Just this one shining upon me. I don’t know why i felt special suddenly, as if you smiled on me. And i slept soon, dreaming of your face in the star.

Will you be there tonight ?
I will be looking for you.

Warmth – Stones#2 #aros

Love and care add warmth to not just your life but also to food you eat and serve

(I usually eat my food cold but today I was worried that it is not healthy. And so this thought.)

Written as a part of “A river of Stones“

About “River of Stone” : Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to pay attention to one thing every day during the month of January and write it down. We call these pieces of writing small stones. We’re especially interested in both ‘writers’ and ‘non-writers’ taking part – it’s not about the finished product, it’s about the process.

Sweets – Stone#1

I never “not like” sweets;

yet i refuse you – your offer was sweet enough !

With this post i begin collecting my thoughts as a part of “A river of Stones“

About “River of Stone” : Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to pay attention to one thing every day during the month of January and write it down. We call these pieces of writing small stones. We’re especially interested in both ‘writers’ and ‘non-writers’ taking part – it’s not about the finished product, it’s about the process.

Collabrative Write

One of the best conversation is one which flows without effort – towards new horizons and ideas .. And i have such poetic banter with Preeti often. This is our latest and one of the best talks in recent times -

strangers now : wondering who : you to me : me to you : we to us #gogyohka
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strangers we were : how we met : fell in love : fell apart too soon : and strangers we are again
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stranger we are not though, to feelings that rust my heart, to ideas polluting the mind, a soul sold to cupid
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cupid is not to blame: he’s the excuse we find: he’s not the one who made me love you: blame me and only me
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love is a game, we fell in trap, we could not entertain much, an hence we part #poetry
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don’t call my love a game, don’t call it a trap, its not some entertainment it was how I felt, don’t part away just now..
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i played , i made the traps, only to be lost, in the maze you set, true or not, love hurt us both
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no words to refuse you , none to refuse myself from the hurt, you do not deserve me, no words to tell how less i did
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you lose me here dear l for love is what i never will know ; it eludes me as much as i seek ; so now i just let it be

 

Submitted to Z to A challenge – C

And now an announcement of a challenge : Months of a year challenge

Hugs

Often we miss people who are far from us (physically at times and sometimes out of all contact) , but have you ever missed the way you felt when the person you think was around -  ever wanted to be touched again the way that magical moment happened. To bask in the warmth of that hug which moved you most ! The one moment that sealed your bond with the other person – be it friend, lover or your girlfriend.

The tears wiped on the other shoulder,

the bear hugs on surprise gifts and visits,

the understanding “jaadoo ki jaffi(hug)” without reason or time,

the fitting 5 people in place for 3 at night outs,

the talks shared in the balcony of friend’s place in a clear night,

the hug of your irritating teenage stinking brother,

the conscious hug my dad gave me when i left for college,

the farewell hugs(each one was as hurting) ,

the >:D< , the #twugs and so on…

 

like stranger senses work
recreate the memories at will
the voids in heart filled

 

Submitted to Z to A challenge – H , Haiku Heights , Sunday Scribblings

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I “knit”

Dreams of past
from mind i fish
and color them in
future memories.
some beads of love
i gather silently
patches of tears
i join them with.
I imagine not
what shape i want
nor do i bother
of colors life grant.
I gather when i knit
metaphorical threads
adding,removing
daily ideas in my head.
I offer to all the gift,of
what i make and wear
it talks of wisdom
if you pretend to hear.
I sometimes dread the time
my fingers cease to move
but never will i desert
the yarn that broods.

 

Written for Poetry Rally Week 33 , Submitted also to Z to A challenge – K

To be loved ?

We all have fears and ways to hide it.  Its easy to hide it from rest of the world, but when some one reads into your heart as if an open book, its a difficult scenario.

Am afraid of being loved – Like me as much you want ; for my words , for my attitude ; for my knowledge ; for the fun i can introduce ; for this and that ; like me for any reason you have. But being loved ? I stopped dreaming of that since ages.  The very feeling i once had gone seeking , i fear it now. I was not hurt in love, but broken into bits by the way love treated me. Love was not to be mine – not the one i would have wanted at least. So i parted ways with those ideas and dreams forever.

Today i can not think of a romantic idea. Not even of some thing sweet to write for the one who might be made for me ! All i write of love sounds so hollow to myself that i wonder why people appreciate it. There sure are few couples i know who make me believe in love and its power, but I myself have come to the point where i know my ideas of being away from this feeling are ridiculous but i can not give up on them still.

And yesterday when some one asked me, what if some one falls in love with you, I am afraid he is gonna ask for trouble. Its taken me months to be the tough nut i am today, am not ready to crack up so easily. Do i wanna scare guys away from em like this ? No, i love them as friends and colleagues. Nothing more as of now please.

Duh ! I no longer make sense writing this. So i better stop right here !

Life, i am happy with the way i am today, this week and this month !

Let me be.

Written for -

 

So the heart spoke

your memories : make me say
million things
heart though : blank without your love.

Life was blank , then you came
you filled the blanks ,with lyrics so beautiful
you left , wish life could be blank again

wonder who : gives the right
to you to decide
what should be erased : from MY life

memories you gave, will never erase
you may forget me, i know i never will

dare you return : any day with a sorry
to say it was a mistake
i may forgive you : yet again

I’ll never forgive you,  for all the pain you gave
for all the love i deserved , never caring for what i cared

forgive or not : you will never know
i will gone
far along my life : better alone

Alone i was when i came,  alone i’ll be when i’ll go
its the lonliness in between , that pains.

coming alone : carefree song
going alone : just music
silence at last

Silence is what is left in this life , silence is the end of life
so what is left is the end, such is life?

life itself : is the song
you : can give
just the music

i’m a song
that god composed
life gave beats to
fill it with emotions
i’m not finished yet…..

This is a collaboration post by me and my twitter buddy Preeti. (The alternate free verses that are italicized are hers , mine are all gogyohka )

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday

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Words in my head

When love passes by you;

this storm has the fury;

to create its own way;

destroying you as it go

something new or someone dead.

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(words by me, image source mentioned below)

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I was just there

your thoughts passed by

your smile

healing my wounds

that your words left behind.

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Appreciation heals

the oldest marks of rejection

not words,but your thought

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Appreciate every

moment passing by your day

treat it like your best

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This was one of the most random post i wrote here. Taking all prompts at once, letting them mix and compete with each other, and finally penning whatever won the fight in my mind. Please bear with me this week !

(Following image is not my creation. Adding it here since it goes with my sentiments )

Image source

Prompted / submitted to OSI , sunday Scribblings , Haiku Heights , 6WS

I am 50 posts young

This is dedication to all my blog readers. Thanks for accepting me so well !

Don’t even know

what, when or how

this page was born;

name changed  twice

template was new thrice

words yet only mine.

Love, life and dreams

or stuff with no mean

through all i been;

penning my heart

first love then hurt

sometimes poles apart;

The journey goes on

varying winds blow

to places unknown;

Till then i shall write

forgive me when not right

and hold me tight;

amidst your cares

here and everywhere

I am always there !

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I made this for anyone and everyone who ever visited my blog :

(Feel free to copy and show it on your blogs. I will love that)

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And to end this post with one of my favorite song :

XOXOXOXO

Keep visiting !