Indelible Musings

Source Pitter Patter! Pitter Patter!  Rain plays a rhythmic sound.. I soak in the fragrance of wet earth.. A drop on my cheeks, comes trickling down to my lips.. A drop on the leaves of that plant.. comes trickling down to my palms.. As I try holding on to the droplets, They merge with the lines on my palm.. Playing " Catch me if you can"  I struggle to close the palms, to not let the droplets fall.. Caught in the web of struggle, I fumble, I tumble, but in vain, One last effort in 'catching' the droplet I make use of a tiny tumbler, This time the droplet gives way and trickles from the tip of my fingers to the bottom of the tumbler.. That droplet taught me a lesson divine, Light is there at the end of every tunnel, Dark clouds always part their way for the rising sun, Setting sun always makes way for the milky moon, The twinkling stars shine on a dark and sultry night, Failure paves the way for pinnacle of succ...

Source I have the power in me, in my mind, in my body, in my soul... Power to look within, to feel happiness, to forgo hatred... I have the power in me, to make this world a better abode to be in... To turn the tide against the mighty mean world... To shift the balance towards an innocuous world... I have the power in me, to think exceptional... To change the sight, smell and sound in and around... My thoughts are my words, my being.. They are my clout, an addition to my firm self.. I strive to perceive, only the best... Abandoning the adverse, absorbing the rest... I look towards the lightening and thunder in the sky... The raindrops pierce through the dark sky... Bringing a sense of joy and new found energy... My thoughts hang in that moment... Forgoing all things said and done... I realize the power was always in me... The need was to soak in with the power in me...

 There are 'people' everywhere around  Some generous, Some miserly Some extrovert, Some introvert,  But they are everywhere around,  from where you stand. Then, there are people who do good, They will do anything to make you smile, They will fetch you brownies from your favorite patisserie, They will send you flowers from far across, They will shower you with gifts that you love, They will be by your side through thick and thin, They will be on their toes to help you win. Then, there are people who would 'act' to do good, Donning the hat of being most effervescent, They will make you feel that you are better than the rest, Behind your back,  They will hatch every conspiracy at their best, They will laugh with you at others, Behind your back,  They will make your life worse than others, Cheery, Smiling, Cracking jokes, Going out for smoke, They would do it all, like you are partners in crime,  Behind you...

“ This post is a part of  #UseYourAnd  activity at  BlogAdda  in association with  Gillette Venus “. “Sneha, what’s wrong with you sweetheart? You are not the one to be meek and coward. You are someone we have known as being bold, confident and strong. You have been brilliant in academics, you are happily married now and have a son; then what drives you to such stupid thoughts?,” said P, my school friend, when I confessed to my school friends’ group on WhatsApp one day that I was too low and felt suicidal.  I know suicide sounds too big a word. I never thought I would be writing about this experience of mine on a public platform like this. But I guess that is the experience which has made me realize my inner strengths and the ‘things that define me’ as a woman. It is not that I needed the thoughts of death to remind me how strong a woman I was or I am. It is just that at times, when you are down and out, you think about the situations worse th...

The following poem has been inspired from a book that am currently reading: Success- a walk on a bed of thorns Shed a drop of blood  T hou shall be blessed with it, forever Thorns, sometimes hurt, sometimes don't It may tear your skin  or simply just touch and go But success will come to you either way. Strive for what you have been aiming for Look for your ambition Embrace your passion Walk along step by step Success will come to you either way. There will be a path, right or wrong; One can take you to the pinnacle The other can bring you down  Choose wisely for Success will come to you either way.

The following poem has been inspired from just a mere phase of life: Calm, composing breeze brushes past Inhaled goodness, exhaled toxic thoughts Breathe of fresh air turns on the key to motivation

The following poem has been inspired by love and relationships. Gazing straight into her eyes His tall figure overpowered her petite frame Long and passionate ,  it was, an eternal feeling

The following poem has been inspired from the women, whom we come across almost everyday. When we travel in a bus or train or auto; While crossing a road, or having a coffee at a cafe; While strolling in the park or just observing the many women, whom we feel more beautiful/content/happier than us. Stroking the strand of hair beside her eyes, Her fingers searched for an answer Confused, They settled beside her red voluminous lips

The following poem is inspired by a bride, who is all set to begin her new life. She looks adorable and will probably have an adorable life too. Thou eyes , black large dots spoketh silently , gazing around swiftly making way for your new abode As she walks down the aisle to marry the man of her dreams. Her face blossoms like the new blooming flower. She blushed, like that rose in the garden Her face like a moon on a full moon night drowned in love, she tip toed to another world

This is not really a positive poem. Unfortunately,  when you see such incidents happening in a so called secular country, you can't really keep calm and positive. The following poetry has been derived from the mass conversion of muslims that took place in Agra on December 10. Secularism Gone Hayware Fanatics Abound

I had promised to myself that I shall remain calm and positive all through. In an effort to do that,  I had given myself the task of writing 30 poems over a period of one month. I assume I am already past the deadline or probably may not be able to keep my promise. Thus, I will do a bit of cheating.  That being, I shall write poems but they might not be long ones anymore rather short poems, called Haiku. I came across this style of poetry while reading an article. I searched on the net and felt that this is the best way in which you can express yourself in short and concise manner. Haiku can be anything from an experience to an emotion to even an inanimate object. Thus, my Keep Calm and Stay Positive series is all set to take a different turn as I may end up writing the remaining poems in Haiku style. Here goes my first attempt at writing a short poem. The inspiration for this poem came from my own baby. Curled Up, He Lies, Content, I feel. I may not have written it in th...

You know it is definitely not an easy task to "write" however, it is surely an arduous task to think, imagine, create and then "write." Poetry, for me, somehow falls in the latter category though surprisingly, whatever poems I have written till date have always been impromptu. Hence, I guess I was correct in choosing a theme like this for my "Keep Calm and Stay Positive" series. It will not only give me the mind to think and write but also nurture my ability to be impromptu. This poem is a mix of both kind of writing. While the starting few lines had been hovering on my mind since long, the rest just followed as I typed through. Walk into oblivion Her eyes said it all The 'kohl' was smudged Like she had cried the whole night The lipstick was smeared all over   Like someone had forced upon her. Yet when she emerged out of the dark windows She had never looked so serene and calm Whether it was her way to hide  the atrocities meted out...

I know I have not really followed the days pattern in my series to be positive. No excuses, just a plain simple reason, I wasn't keeping well, neither could I manage to think of poem nor did my little kiddo give me the time to sit down, relax and write something that I wanted to write. I do not know if am succeeding in keeping calm and staying positive however, I do know for a fact that writing these posts do give me that hint of staying positive even if it is for a matter of few seconds. I like it. And, probably because of this I may continue writing these posts till I complete 30 poems, doesn't matter whether I am able to keep the days in order or not. There is nothing really that came into my mind while writing this poem. I merely remembered a scene outside my window, while I was having breakfast standing next to it and looking at the tree outside. There were four crows which tried to shoo away the Koel, which was trying to poke inside the nest of some other bird. They al...

There is a sense of agony in my mind Trying to fathom the obvious I stumble upon memories That are not to be remembered. Driving me through those memories My mind wanders into another zone Where there is no grief, no sorrow Where there is only joy and smiles. I think harder, plunge deeper Deep into the zone which is unbelievable But in vain, as there is a void Before the zone, which takes me in. I had dared to overlook the void I had tried to trespass over it But in vain, as the void was clever It caught me off guard without a warning. Yet I emerge out of the void This time stronger than it imagined And as it tried pulling me in again I shunned it away Like there wouldn't come another day Like there wouldn't come another chance. Traversing my mind's path I see the zone which is unbelievable I move my hand to hold onto it Like a thin air, it holds my hand Takes me into the zone where there are no sorrows, only joy. It takes me deeper and deeper F...

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 ...

I have to confess. It's a tough deal to stay positive for a day, forget an entire month. I have been thinking everyday rather putting myself in the comfort zone and trying to be as positive and as cheery as possible. However, something or the other keeps cropping up and all my penchant for staying positive goes for a toss. I fail to understand why is it so tough to be positive everyday? Why can't we keep aside the negativity and move on? Why is it that if something wrong happens with us, we keep on to it forever and ever? We simply refuse to grow up, it seems. There's got to be something that drives us towards a positive outlook everyday. What could that be? It could be a warm hug, a gentle kiss, a cute smile, blooming flowers, so on and so forth. That's precisely what we should be looking for to have that zeal to carry on. As I write this post about being positive, my mind is playing a game with my heart. While the latter wants me to be positive, the previous has so...

It's that time of the year, when the entire India witnesses Autumn but our very own Madras (Chennai) has its share of monsoon. And, It's rained hell lot since yesterday. So much so that the schools were shut (same old story) and there was water everywhere (Nothing new here too). But amidst that rainy weather, like how rains usually lighten up your mood and brighten up your day, there were several of those winged wonders huddling on the parapet, the trees, the shades (wherever they could find it) and shutting themselves from everything around. I couldn't help but stare at them and how they moved to remove that one drop of water which probably had fallen on them while they flew from one tree to the other looking for a shade from the incessant drizzle. But still they showed no sign of distress, because they believed they were in safe haven.  Inspired by those winged wonders, who believed, is my second poem:  That bird on  the Peepal Tree Seven 'o' clo...

Are you wondering where is this coming from? Well, well, well, I am inspired. A bit too much. I started reading "The Secret" by Rhonda Byrne (okay now don't give that 'I-should-have-read-it-earlier kind of look). I am done with reading it. What have I derived? Positive vibes. So much so that I am inspired to write an entire blog post on it. Rather, I am inspired to 'Stay Positive'. Going by the kind of person I am, I thought of challenging myself a step further. Hence, I am going to definitely follow what I have been inspired to do. Not for a day, but for an entire month. Thirty Days. Period! What new am I going to do in these thirty days, I haven't yet thought about this. However, when a day of being positive can make me write this post. I wonder what can a month long of positive feel can make me do. I remember a friend of mine doing a month long culinary experiment on her blog during our Durga Puja festival. Now, my month long 'Stay Positive' ...