Indelible Musings

Hi Friends,  This is the fourth poem in the series- Poetry Trails. This post was initially supposed to be posted on my friend's blog. But due to urgent circumstances, she hasn't been able to do it. From hereon, the Poetry Trails will be published on Indelible Musings. Once my friend is a little less occupied from her paper works and studies, we shall continue altering between her and my blog. Till then, Happy Reading!  Source It has all been so hard till now, Hard as a rock, tough to break, I try to move away from the hard life But the life that I thought as hard rock is actually like a magnetic pull That's pulling me close to itself, That doesn't let me realise my true potential, Or actually it does,  But I choose to ignore, I choose to see that any rock as big as it may be as hard as it may be is susceptible to pressure So, I just need to push, Push as high and deep  as I can, So that the rock breaks into pieces...

Hi All, This post is more like an announcement to all of you. After weeks of brainstorming, I have decided (finally) that I would be writing a weekly post from the city I am currently living in. Yes, it would be about Chennai. Like it or not, the blog will be published on a weekly basis. I am yet to decide on the day, but it would mostly be either a Monday or a Friday. You must be wondering what difference does it make? I don't think anything great but yes it could surely make you see Chennai through the eyes of an outsider settled here. But it would purely be something I like, dislike, feel, see, observe, breathe, about this city- Chennai- where I have been settled for the past four and half years. And, like I say in every (job) interview that I attend- Whether I plan to move out of this city- I do not see any signs of moving out of this city in the coming years. When I had come down to Chennai, in October 2011, little did I know that I would end up staying here for so long...

Disclaimer: The views expressed in this post are my personal. They may vary from people to people and be different for different circumstances.  What is fear? A feeling that creeps in when you fail to or are unable to fulfill a certain task. Fear comes in unannounced. You may fear because you genuinely feel it or you may fear for the heck of it. But the question is should you give into your fear? OR should you rise above all that is pulling you down to that extreme? In most circumstances, the tendency is to give into the fear. How many times do we actually sit back, think and try to steer away from the thought of 'quitting'? Nobody really wants to quit. It is the circumstances, situations, behaviors, thoughts that rules our actions. It is probably also the emotional quotient that tends to be on the higher side while dealing with a situation that causes the fear. Not just the emotional quotient, the whole thought about "what will they say"?; 'they' here ...

So they say, quit and sit back, it isn't your day; I say then when will it be if not today? Shedding all inhibitions, I embark on a new road. I walk two miles, only to witness a giant rock blocking my way; So they say, it's time you tread on the return path. I refuse to look back, climbing the rocky terrain, beads of sweat trickle down my forehead, I keep up with the pace, a thorn pierces the skin on my toe, So they say, it's time for me to abandon all that I had begun. Abandon was a word, I had never heard before, fighting back with zeal, was always what I was told, Yet they said, gone is your time, so is your luck, so is your chance, Why hold on to things that you shall never pass?

Conversations that take place after years is often filled with memories- some good, some bad. I am going to talk about one such conversation that I had with my school teacher after almost 9 years. It was a senior from school, who happens to be former colleague too, who messaged me on Facebook asking if I was from the very school where he studied. It turned out that he was a '91 batch pass out, while I started my journey in the same school in '92. As the conversation went along, he asked about a couple of teachers, whom I might have studied from. Of the three names, I knew two. Of those two, one teacher is no more and the other I hadn't spoken to in years. I asked for her number from the senior. He apprised me about my teacher's present situation. She hasn't been going through the best of her times health wise. Suffering from some grave medical problem, she has been on constant dose of medicines. The drugs have not only been painful overall but have also made he...

Source I look for the words that I once wrote to describe you, Have they dried away just like our love? Or have they interspersed in our fragmented lives? Our love isn't barren, it is unsettled by the surroundings, Soak in the feelings of a passionate kiss, The untidy bed is a testimony to our passionate love, Our love isn't barren, it is irked by the uneasiness, Soak in the mighty breeze that ruffles your hair, Your unkempt look is a testimony to our passionate love, You are indomitable, you are fearless, yet you presume our love as dead and buried, When I can envisage the road we have often taken, Sometimes whole-heartedly, sometimes half-heartedly, The road less taken is the road that leads to fear, Be what you are, what your soul is, what your mind is, If your mind refuses to budge, then admit it, Our love is barren, blind to the darkness around,  oblivious of the passionate love, Envious of the unkempt look,  suspicious of the u...

This was probably the initial posts that I saw on Facebook today morning. My instant reaction- a wide grin :-D :-D - of course, being a tea person, I could relate to this so much. There are so many such posts that come on Facebook news feed on a daily basis. With some, you identify instantly; with some, you feel you identified earlier; then there are some which you feel simply exaggerated. Tea is a drink that I really am obsessed about. No black, no green. I prefer my light brown coloured milk tea with a hint of sugar. Neither too milky nor too watery but a perfect mix of both with a dash of tea leaves. Explaining my kind of tea in words is tougher than how I imagined it to be. You'd probably have to pay me a visit to understand the kind of tea I like. We all have our list of favorites, which we fear to or at least think twice before eating, when cooked by someone else. Not everyone can have a mother's touch or your taste. Here are my favorite ten food/drink, whose t...

A long day is coming to an end, Consumed by the chores I look for the missing element, Facades of black, grey and white hound the four corners, I look for an escape from the madness around. As I step out to soak in the fresh air, I absorb the lush green leaves of the Banyan, try to construe the Cuckoo's calling, I look for the missing element, Facades of concrete, honking cars hound the surroundings, I look for an escape from the hullabaloo. Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Oh! It was a dream, I look for the missing element, A toothless smile appears I could see it from the corner of my eyes A smile that eased the pain within, A smile that erased the facades of dream, A smile that turned me a new leaf.

Source There was a lull all around. She could hear her heart beat. Beads of sweat were trickling down her forehead. She didn't know what was causing her to sweat so much when it was a perfect breezy night. She always slept near the window. That was her favorite place. It was there that she could dream, write, think, create and also sleep peacefully with the air breezing past her. Yet, she sweat a lot at the moment. She moved her hand over her body. Caressing herself, trying to calm her body down. What was causing the profuse sweat? She could feel her deep breathing.  She longed for HIM. She realized after all this while. It was that touch, from HIM, when he held her close enough; when their eyes spoke what their heart desired; when the slight bent over her lips made her draw close to him. That divine kiss, at least that's what it was for her. She missed his wilderness. What a fool she had been, to have run away as he kept kissing her, pushing her close to his body...

I know its been long past the fifth day and I should have posted it before. But I couldn't manage earlier seriously and so I am a little later than never :) Day 5, Poem Five: I am your life Life isn't about what you have Life isn't about what you have not Life is all about living in the moment Life isn't about only sorrows and grief Life isn't about only happiness and need Life is all about coexisting Such is your life that you seldom find time Yet you behave like you have given all your time Time is important, for you and for me But don't make it look like  yours is more important than mine. Like you, I too am coexisting I may not be the happiest  I may not be the saddest  But what I am is your companion Longing for your belonging I want you to hold me within Like you hold you lover I am your life,  You exist because I do. Don't chide me away Like I am good for nothing Keep me in your spirits  Let yourself flow with time ...

There are days when you are low. There are days when you don't know how to keep up with all the good things happening with you. Then there are days when both the high and low come together and in the end, what you get is a fulfilled day. Today is one such day for me. I had been feeling very low since morning. Then came a lady to meet me and my son. This lady is someone I met for the first time today. Until today, we had exchanged only a few or rather quite a lot chat messages/whatsapp messages and a few phone calls after I was back in Chennai. In fact, she was the first to call me after I returned.  Isn't it strange how people you hardly know, make you feel special in their own little ways?  This lady, I call her aunty but I would prefer to address her as 'this lady' in my blogpost for now. We accidentally became friends on Facebook. She must be in her sixties but has a heart of Twenty something. She looks old but her enthusiasm, nature, always ready to help sp...

Niharika was late for school today. Unlike other days, she dozed off moments after her alarm went off. Her mother finally woke her up from her dreams and asked her to get ready as soon as possible. It was quarter to 7 and her school bus would be here any minute. She walked up to the dining table where her father was reading the day's newspaper. She stood for a while looking at her father, whose eyes were glued on the front page of a leading daily. Realising that he would never look up, unless she made a move, she coughed a little to distract her father's attention. "Yes, my darling. You aren't ready yet? Isn't your school bus about to arrive?," said Sanjay Rao, Niharika's father. "Daddy, I was thinking if you could drop me to school today? Please?" said Niharika making a puppy face. "Well, that would require some bribe." "No Daddy. Taking bribe is an offence. Mam told us." "Oh yes sweetheart, it is. But a sweet little...

This post is a part of  Write Over the Weekend , an initiative for  Indian Bloggers  by BlogAdda. Hello Sneha, my old friend I know it's been long since we spoke. Remember the last time? Oh, I guess you have forgotten. Let me refresh your mind. Have a look at this post . Ah! Now I am sure you recall. So, where were we? I realize we haven't yet started talking.  Lets talk now then. First and foremost, where have you disappeared? I see you everyday. You come near to me, see me, hold me, but then as if a sudden realization strikes you and you keep me away. I lie there at one corner of your room. The corner where you loved to hold me and pour your heart out. I lie there still, untouched, and gathering dust.  The blank pages are turning yellow. Slowly and steadily, the yellow pages will wear off. Will you pick me up then? But no, I do not intend to be picked up after I wither away. I want you to pick me up now. I know you are being shrouded by thoughts. Some...

     What will you do to make someone happy? Will you help out that poor old man begging for alms on the street, without a second thought? Or will you seek money for bringing smile on someone’s face? If you are ready to forgo anything to bring a smile on someone's face then The Happiness Initiative is meant for you. What’s so special about this initiative? Read on.       Indelible Musings caught up with the mind behind this initiative, 25 year old, Priyanka Kandpal. Though Priyanka had dreamt of becoming a journalist, her love for theatre transformed her into an artist instead. Now she has her own theatre group formed along with her fellow batchmates from graduation days. Her love for content writing during her graduation days landed her with internships at advertising agencies where her written words found a medium to express themselves.               Theatre was her calling always, which she realised durin...

Distraught, I feel When I see a violent world around, Where love, happiness seem to be A thing of the past, Where present stands for Battles, Bloodshed Where innocent lives are not cared for, But are slaughtered like they are animals. Every corner of the worls fights for freedom, If not by peaceful means then by means of trigger, Nothing happens Just talks and exchanges, While political leaders live inside a peaceful environ The common man stays out losing his abode to the battle. What else can a common man do? If not just be a mute spectator, Will his voice be heard? Nowhere can it be heard for everywhere the higher-ups are busy arguing for whom is best.

Disclaimer: This post was written for a website, however, since I did not get any revert with respect to the post; I decided to upload it on my blog. These are my personal views. They might be different from others. So, please read it keeping an open mind :-) "To Love someone is nothing, to be loved by someone is something but to be loved by the one you love is everything"- Paulo Coelho Indeed, love is not a thing but a feeling that is felt by each one of us. Often this love culminates into a beautiful relationship giving birth to marriage. But as time elapses, this beautiful relationship turns into something that we are alien to. Why does it happen? Don’t you feel like celebrating the 25th 50th or 75th many such jubilees with your better half? Of course, you do. Let us observe what makes a marriage successful. For any marriage, be it love or arranged, the first and most important thing is to build trust. Once you are married to someone, that person not only becomes...

Wither away, you sadist My heart spurns to accept you; Wither away, you nihilist Because my mind can judge what's credible; I Strive to achieve what looks distant I wouldn't be crestfallen however hard you may try; Wither away, you ludicrous thought For I ain't gullible as you may have perceived.