Counting down the days gone by, Ticking off dates on a calendar page. I lay back and breathe a sigh, Wondering when I will leave this cage.
Amidst this madness, as my every innocent dream dies, My faith walks on broken glass… For a thousand miles. I contain countless burning tears in my eyes As I hide my pain behind my fake smiles.
That’s when your calming presence I begin to see, As you rise to be my beacon of hope amidst the dark. You raise me up to more than I can be, As gently you heal my bleeding heart.
As my demons evolve in dreadful metamorphic forms, You hold my hand and become my guiding force. Together we confront all the dark unforgiving storms, While standing side by side, a light within me you enforce.
We stand in stark contrast, like a rainbow in a ghastly gray sky. Though the distance between us is vast, I know you’ll wipe my tears if ever I cry.
Things may fall apart from pole to pole, But I hope our bond will never end. Your benevolent fragrance, I carry in my soul, For you complete me… my faithful friend.
Note: A true friend sees the silent tears in your eyes that you are holding back & the pain in your smile that you hide, which others fail to understand. It’s such precious people who support us when we feel vulnerable. Through this poem Marie & me aim to capture the true essence of friendship. We aim to highlight that our personalities may be different, we may be miles apart but if the emotions & intent is genuine then it can blossom into a blissful bond. I had the great honor to work on a collaboration & witness the creative brilliance of Marie as a blogger. She often calls me Sensei Sid, but honestly she taught me a thing or two about poetry as she shared her beautiful outlook towards friendship. Please show some love & visit her blog on:
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I had the great privilege to marvel the magnificence of a splendid blogger: the girl with a puzzled mind as we brain-stormed together over this poetic collaboration. She may have puzzled mind but she can make your heart melt with delight with her magical words. Please do visit her blog on https://thegirlwithapuzzledmind.art.blog/
We’ve worked on the collab retaining our original writing styles. Her’s is a write-up, while mine are a bunch of rhymes.
Puzzles Mind’s Version
It was a silent night. In a starless sky, the moon was unusually bright. It was a night of solitude and no one was in sight. Everything was dark and still, glistening with the silver glow. In this dark silver night a restless heart was roaming amidst the whisper of the past, in an attempt to see the unseen.
In the midst of the dark agony, out of nowhere a silver mist appeared. The frail heart thumped with a flicker of hope. A hand moved forward in anticipation to look beyond. Just then the dark veil of clouds appeared and wrapped the glowing moon. All the silver light was gone and once again the darkness was born. Like some shivering mirage the silver mist vanished. The shadow of sorrow was visible again. The silence of the night was now echoed with a painful cry.
My Version:
Reminiscently I reel back the old times When your heart seemed as pure as the winter’s first snow. I remember how I wanted to immortalize you in my rhymes But now you are just someone that I used to know.
There was a time when you quenched my soul’s thirst As I fancied your love raining in the desert of my heart. But now those memories trouble me the worst For you abandoned me when things started to fall apart.
You turned your back on my tear-stained face As for help, towards you, when I outstretched my hand. That’s when you saw me as a pathetic disgrace & the bitterness of your venomous soul I began to understand.
Perhaps angels too have their wicked schemes For you butchered me, with your intentions like a knife. Now entranced in a spell of my searing silent screams I realize the worst people teach us the most valuable lessons in life.
I see the false promises that you keep While an illusion of you burns in my eyes. I see you lie through your teeth & from your black magic, I now intend to rise.
Awaking from your spell I have nothing more to say As realistically things, I begin to view. I turn away and I’m on my way As darling, I realize my mistake of loving a mirage-like you.
Note: “All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream” – Edgar Allan Poe. Everything is an illusion, but nothing hurts more when such act of deception comes from a loved one whom we trust the most! This collab tries to emphasize on that sentiment & is dedicated to those who have been broken in love or ever had their expectations shattered because of a mirage.
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As the moon malevolently beams My nightmares blossom like roses during springs. But tonight, I hope to meet her in my dreams For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.
I’ve heard, in her eyes burn countless constellations While that winged seraph plays her harp’s strings. Hopefully, she’ll quell my horror laden hallucinations For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.
I’ve heard, her voice calms the restless oceans & she out carols all the nightingales when she sings. Perhaps with a lullaby, she’ll soothe my raging emotions For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.
I’ve heard, with her humble divine grace She wraps dysfunctional tragedies in her wings. Perhaps she’ll wipe the tears too, from my face For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.
I’m broken but I consider myself blessed For some ruins, hold treasures more than the wealthiest of kings & I’ll outpour my hidden treasures on her heavenly breast For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things.
To satisfy her abstract compassionate art With my last breath, I surrender somethings. I give her my shattered soul, my broken heart; & perhaps with love, she’ll mend those broken things.
Note: At various junctures of life I’ve often felt ruined beyond repair, this poem is dedicated to people who have often felt broken due to various reasons in their life. In this poem, ‘Broken Things’ is a metaphor for emotionally broken people. Just like mystic treasures are often hidden in ruins similarly divine emotions are hidden within broken people, & if you value a broken person he/she will subliminally pour out his/her heart for you. So if you ever come across a broken person then don’t be judgmental about their past & don’t mock at their scars. Be compassionate & see their scars as spaces that you can fill with your kindness & understanding. For, there is no greater joy than making a broken person feel complete once again. ❤
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I would like to thank Yiena for considering me worthy of this award. She’s an incredible writer whose words stream like a free-flowing do check out her blog>
Rules: 1 Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link back to their blog so others can find them. 2 Answer the questions asked by the blogger who nominated you. 3 Nominate other bloggers and ask them 11 new questions. 4 Notify the nominees about it by commenting on one of their blog posts. 5 List the rules and display a Liebster Blogger Award logo on your post and/or your blog site.
Q&A
Let’s begin shall we…
Q1. Aside from necessities, what one thing could you not go a day without? A1. Disturbing my blogging tribe with my annoying texts. Blogging to me is more than the number of likes, comments & followers that I get. For me it’s always been about the number of lives that I’ve touched & the number of heart to heart bonds that I’ve been able to establish. I consider myself lucky with the amount of love that I’ve got & I try my best to sustain it by interacting with fellow bloggers through various social media platforms. You folks, have not only held my hand amidst my darkest nightmares, you’ve also believed in my sweetest dreams. I don’t know how or when but you have become an integral part of my life. ❤
Q2. List two pet peeves. A2. I’m a peace loving person but if you ever disturb my sleep intentionally or try to steal food from my plate… That’s when we are officially at war!
Q3. How many pairs of shoes do you own? A3. 4 pair of shoes. No people didn’t hurl them at me because of my non-sense ( well that’s not happened to me as yet)… I got them in sale. 2 for office, 1 for working out & the other for casual wear.
Q4 If you were a super-hero, what powers would you have? A4 God would topple down from his great golden throne if a clumsy person like me was made a super-hero xD. I still remember in 3rd grade my English asked us to write an essay on the same topic, that’s perhaps the first time I had an identity crisis in my life lol. But I wrote that, I’d like to be my original self & have the power to make others smile. I still hold on to that sentiment, guess somethings never change!
Q5. What form of public transportation do you prefer? (air, boat, train, bus, car, etc.) A5. Definitely flight, I love the feeling when the plane takes off. Besides it’s on flights when I feel happy that some pretty females (stewardess) may acknowledge my existence in some way. lol xD
Q6. If you could go back in time to change one thing, what would it be? A6. I wish I could spent more time with my dad & did stuff to make him feel proud.
Q7. What’s the longest you’ve gone without sleep (and why?) A7. 26 hours. I had my first solo trip to Bangalore to meet some of my followers. I had planned to catch a flight straight after night shift at office. My shift got extended. I rushed to the airport & as they say hurry spoils the curry… I ended up on the wrong terminal. I somehow scampered my way through to the correct terminal to catch my flight just in the nick of time. I was the last to board so got the last seat between a mother carrying a cranky infant & judgmental teenager boy (perfect ingredients for a sleepless flight). Once I reached Bangalore I turned into this wild child bemused with a sense of incorruptible curiosity. I was overwhelmed with a sense of excitement! They all said enjoy the trip but none said to live & explore in an organised way.
Q8. Have you ever had a secret admirer? A8. I don’t think any girl could tolerate my madness for too long. I don’t think I’ve had a secret admirer. If there is any, then I really hope she tones down her stealth mode. Besides… I’m a vegetarian, I wouldn’t bite you, if you say that you like me. xD
Q9 Who do you go out of your way to be nice to? A9 I’m more of an introvert & a loner in real life, I appreciate even the smallest acts of kindness. I have this personal thumb rule, if someone is good to me, I’ll ensure that I treat them better. This mentality of mine… it doesn’t pertain to a specific individual, but instead its the intent of a person towards me that makes go above & beyond for the other person.
I’d catch a grenade for ya!
Q10 What language do you wish you could speak? A10 I respect all cultures & feel every language has it’s own poetic beauty. If I have to choose to choose one it’s the language of love & compassion that have always captivated my imagination. It is the language that a mute man can speak, a deaf man can hear & a blind man can see. If I’m capable I hope to conquer hearts with love… Thus, overriding the cultural & linguistic barriers that otherwise may divide us.
Q11. What about the opposite sex confuses you the most? A11. It confuses me… how women selflessly sacrifice on their own happiness, in order to secretly sustain the smiles of people around them. It confuses me… how they can be so kind & nurturing, towards a society that is mostly rather insensitive towards them. It confuses me… how they hide their darkest fears, behind a beautiful smile that can light up an entire galaxy. There might be a million mystic things about women that confuse me but that’s mainly because I’m incapable to fathom the endless greatness that a woman carries in her heart. Women are beautiful enigmas in their own right… I ascend to marvel them with utmost respect, rather be trapped in an endless spell confusion.
If you have reached this far, then you’ve earned my utmost love & respect!
My Questions: Q1) If you could describe yourself in one sentence, what would it be? (pst… please forget your modesty for once) Q2) In the end we all are reduced to a memory in other peoples’ minds & hearts, how do you want to be remembered? What’s the legacy you want people to associate you with? Q3) An embarrassing memory that occasionally still makes you smile? Q4) Whats the happiest moment of your life that you cherish the most? Q5) What is your most favorite movie/ web-series? (It’s the weekend after all, I need some options for my entertainment) Q6) What is that something that provides peace to you? Q7) How are you surviving from the boredom being imprisoned in your home because of the virus outbreak? Q8) How old is your blog & what is it’s origin story? Q9) How do you recover yourself from a bad day? Q10) A thought/quote you strongly live by & why? Q11) Any areas of improvements/feedback that you may have for me as a blogger/friend/poet?
Apart from these nominations, my nomination is open to anyone who wishes to participate in it
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There’s an angel that dwells in the hills, Whose aura makes every mortals’ heart swell with delight. Even the moon blushes as it experiences heavenly thrills, & spell bounded it marvels, her serene smile every night.
Her scented shadow conspires to blossom the flowers More than the blazing bright sun in the skies. Seraphs in heaven envy of her angelic powers For it seems a million constellations glitter in her beautiful eyes.
In her heart, she paints her innocent dreams & her mind is a plethora of poetic paradigms. Though she’s been a victim of life’s unforgiving schemes But with her divine grace, she outshines her hard times. Often she outgrows her own sufferings As she listens to others with a genuine intent to understand. Sadly her kindness gets taken for granted among other things Yet she always extends her helping hand.
Sometimes she mulls over the futility of life laying on the bed As wrapped in silence, she feels broken. Countless memories burn inside her head Yet about her agony, she gives no token.
As I witness the shattered hopes of her heart I intend to use my words like Kintsugi for awhile. To convey broken is beautiful even if things fall apart & I hope she’ll smile as big as the river Nile.
Note: Kintsugi is the Japanese art of mending of broken things by filling them with gold. It is perhaps to remind all of us that if something has suffered some damage or is broken, even then it still has the capability of being something beautiful. This poem is also dedicated to Vanya, a dear follower of mine who unfortunately injured herself a few days back. Today happens to be her birthday, please join me in wishing her a happy birthday as a way of driving the positive vibes for her on her birthday!
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It was a glorious day in mid-December, When my mother went on a vacation for a week. Those seven days I vividly remember, For each day I evolved as a freak.
Dear God would have leaned down from his throne, & even the angels of heaven would have stared down. For a careless creature had to manage the house on his own As like a free bird his mother, flew out of town.
The wild child in me lost his sense of inhibition & called my friends to party each night. The delirious degree of madness that used to transition Made my house feel like a club in Ibiza under the moonlight.
Till the fifth day, I managed things surprisingly well Until I discovered a recipe book The demons must have smirked down in Hell As ultimately paneer tikkas I decided to cook.
While cooking I was calm & composed like an ice cube Despite never boiling water in my entire life. But courtesy the recipe book & some videos on YouTube I sliced paneer like Gordon Ramsey with my knife.
But while cooking perhaps I overdid many spices Because in the bathroom, my friend had to stay. My paneer tikkas hit his intestines like some catastrophic crisis Because suffering from diarrhea he ran to a doctor the next day.
Alone in deep thought I sat in my room As the trash in the kitchen I forgot to discard. While pondering on the chaos I caused, I experienced gloom, & I failed to realize, my kitchen had turned into a junkyard.
I noticed the mess too late as I welcomed Mother with apprehension, & sensing the impending doom, I didn’t go near. For I witnessed her turn into Thanos in 8 dimensions, While my heart crawled down to my bladder in sheer fear.
My mother screamed “How can you be so carelessly wild?” “How can you even withstand the kitchen’s disgraceful view?” Smiling sheepishly I said, “I’m careless, but I’m your child, & perhaps that’s how unorganized I am, without you.”
Note: Don’t misunderstand me I’m rather independent. It’s good to be independent in life, but it’s also good to understand that we will always be children in the eyes of our parents no matter how old we get… I accept that I can be rather clumsy at times, but I also want to emphasize the important role my mother plays & silently ensures that I embrace an organised approach in life. Today being her birthday, I thought of writing this poem to express that if she’s not around then I’d be incomplete without her. This poem is based on a true incident. If you liked this post, then I humbly request you to like, share, comment & follow my blog: You may connect with me via Instagram: gentleman.is.quiet Facebook: Writing Rhymes
There was a nightingale in my heart & sometimes it out-caroled the chaos of the universe. Whatever sufferings, within me, my fate did impart, My nightingale soothed my aching soul with it’s symphonic verse.
My nightingale’s eyes shined like an innocent child & it rested in my heart, as babies rest in their cribs. But I knew my child, was tenaciously wild & so I hid it in the cage of my ribs.
My angel of hope sang to me in the dark As it protected me from my every shattered night. It quelled the restless beating of my helpless heart & calmed the war in my mind amidst my plight.
Whenever the moon would blissfully beam, My nightingale used to look into my eyes. It sang beautifully like verses from a poet’s dream, & its awe-inspiring songs made my wounded soul rise.
My nightingale wanted to fly freely like the west wind But its only sin was selflessly loving me. For the burden of responsibilities made me blind & my nightingale’s desire I could no longer see.
My remorse no mortal could ever understand As I walked alone through the passage of time. I felt as if I killed my child with my own hand For my nightingale’s song had lost its rhyme.
Note: Remember when you were a child? How each day you had a new dream? As life moved on, as you grew older & were burdened with the weight of the expectations & responsibilities, you changed. You lost somewhere, you started ignoring your dream & your earnest desires. The nightingale in this poem is a symbol of those dreams & through the medium of this poem I want to reach out to the dreamer in you… There is no greater loss than losing yourself & there is no greater sin ignoring or killing your dreams. So live in the moment, protect your dream & if required be ready to fight for it! Sending love & positive vibes may all your dreams transmute into reality. ❤
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Starlit scarlet shined in my teary eye As in darkness, I fell apart. I helplessly watched my hope die While fear impaled the blooming dreams in my heart.
Others saw me as a delusional dreamer in the dark & to them, I was the unwanted enigma. They ignored my soul’s symphonic spark So I quietly carried my social stigma.
Like a Rubik’s cube, I was a beautiful mess & the complex algorithm of my life none could understand. Feeling worthless I carried my stress that I couldn’t express Until you entered my life & gently held my hand.
The autumn breeze gently perfumed the air While under the shade of a tulip tree, one day we met. The blossoms glided like snow, upon your jet black hair As you said things to me, that I will never forget.
In terror, my helpless heart used to shrink While others’ stripped my confidence from pole to pole. Yet you told me not to care about what others think As with your unconditional love, you healed my aching soul.
Having lost everything in life, insecurities slithered underneath my skin But you came as a blessing from high heavens above. By losing your heart to my rhymes you immortalized my solitary & I felt worthy… felt worthy of your divine love.
Note: Heard the song Creep by Radiohead? Well that’s how I felt for a long duration of my life, I’ve tried to fit-in & be accepted by people around me but I terribly failed in that… I was a cynical scoundrel (perhaps still am to some extent), but regardless of my darkness when I started this blog you embraced me with your love & understanding. I may not be able to express the true extent of love for my followers but hope understand how grateful I really am , towards you all. Through this poem I also want to express is that everyone is worthy of something special like this & those who believe in your goodness would support you even when you feel lost in your worst condition.
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While the moon blatantly beams She waltzes on your dying dreams. I feel the sorrow in your soul that streams I hear the agony of your silent screams.
Your soul is shattered & you feel broken As from a beguiling dream, you’ve now awoken. You shrink, about your fears you haven’t spoken For she has given you a tormenting token.
I know your love was true I see the pain you went through. In the journey of life as she abandoned you You did, something that you know, you shouldn’t do.
Perhaps in her heart you lost your place Perhaps with someone else she had you replaced. But don’t spill the acid of your venomous words on her face For I never want your inner goodness to be misplaced.
I know things didn’t go as per your plan For love’s an enigma that disobeys our planned command. Remember that in some way she made you a better man But now you deserve someone better, I hope you understand.
In love more than the outcome, its the memories that matter So don’t overthink the past & bitterly cry. Don’t let your selfless soul ever shatter For, someone else is meant to be the sun in your sky.
I know, you loved with a pure heart So gently live & let your being’s beauty glow. She may have caused your world to fall apart But don’t beg her to stay, instead gracefully let go.
Note: Few days ago, my friend was dumped by his girlfriend & with the bitterness that burnt within him, he said stuff about her that wasn’t justified in anyway that disturbed me personally to a great extent. I agree she might have been heartless towards you & that goodbyes are tough to digest but we all come from a woman, so how can we say nasty things about another? As they say love knows it’s own depth only at the time of separation… through this poem I offer my sincere support to all those who have loved & lost. I also want to emphasize that don’t let anyone’s actions displace the goodness that I know breathes within you. Someday we all will be reduced to mere memories, so lets do our best to be remembered as a good memory in someone’s mind. Always remember in the end, only 3 things matter: how purely you love’d, how well you tried to sustain it & how gracefully you let go of someone, who wasn’t meant for you.
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After completing my dad’s funeral at the cremation ground In darkness, I sat alone on a chair. While within me this sadness floated around I cradled my shattered thoughts, that I couldn’t repair.
Abandoned in this aporia I felt cold & dead As dark thoughts, crumbled my composure. There was a vicious war inside my head While the devil smirked sitting on my shoulder.
My demons screamed “There’s a knife in your sight Use it! For your sufferings would never heal.” “Choose your last words, in your plight; As an endless agony, your soul now begins to feel!”
Just when I geared up for the brutal bloodshed I envisioned a vision of my mother pleading; I hallucinated her helplessly holding my head While screaming “Help my son’s wrists are bleeding!”
Although emotionally countless times I had died Yet in that moment I chose to throw away the knife. The marauding madness seemed invincible, but I survived As for my loved ones I chose to embrace life.
I’m only human & I too have some fears For some untamable nightmares still stream in my eyes. Yet amidst life’s battle cry I hide my tears I survive… & to protect others now I rise.
A dream for a better future I hope to harbor As rising for my loved ones seems worthwhile. For them, I hide my traumas underneath my armor I survive… & conquer my demons with a smile.
Note: On 17th June 2014, in the morning my father had expired & it’s one of my most traumatic experiences of my life there were other things too that triggered me to try & commit suicide that night. This poem pertains to the traumatic events that took place that night & how I overcame that. Please don’t get me wrong I don’t want to glorify my real-life nightmare, instead, I want to share about it in an uncensored way with a sole desire to motivate other suffering souls to express about their silent battles. We all break and feel lost at various tormenting turns of life but we must rise & rediscover ourselves for the sake of people who depend on us. We all have a responsibility towards our loved ones, if not towards our own self. Lastly, please be kind & compassionate to others because none knows what battles they fight & survive on their own.
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They say I’m toxic & they turn away For darkness dribbles in every word I say. Although the tears in my eyes I try not to display Yet fear unfurl within me in a mysterious way.
My demons smile witnessing the darkness I’ve designed, And they say “We are two of a kind”. They enjoy my unsettled melancholic mind & in this thought my aching soul chooses to unwind.
We waltz under the pale moonlight that blatantly beams Gradually they smother me with their wicked schemes. Nightmares are born from my innocent bleeding dreams As my demons escalate my insecurities to new extremes.
I’m left broken on the ground in a vulnerable state As in my head I suffer, I suffocate. But with a rebel spirit my broken self, I integrate ferocious, furious & fearless, a fire within me I create.
Now, I’m the fire that romances with the horrors of the night Perhaps the rhymes I write, fills your heart with delight. But I’m the fire that burns everything, that’s in my sight I’m the fire that carelessly rages & blazes bright.
I’m the fire that was born from a feeling of disdain As my horrifying sanity made me insane. So darling please don’t try to understand my pain For I don’t want you to burn in my flame.
Witness from afar how I take my traumas in my stride As none of my bleeding scars I hide. For every day a new death I’ve died But now I’m the fire, that burns its melancholy with pride.
Note: Have you ever felt closer (on an emotional level) to your demons as compared to the people around you? Well that’s the dark place my mind is right now & honestly it’s in such situations when I prefer to be alone rather than talk with people. I don’t want to hurt or burn anyone with the fury of my emotional vulnerability because I feel like the fire that rages & burns anything that’s in its course. I appreciate your support & understanding but this internal war of emotions pertaining to the poem that’s due on the 17th June is something I must fight it out on my own. Thank your for your love & support, I hope you understand that I’m not turning my back on you instead I’m addressing some of my past demons & I wouldn’t want to drag you into that emotional mess of mine. I carry this dwelling darkness of mine with pride, as I see it as an opportunity to shine & evolve. ❤
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Countless wars rage inside her head As she’s destined for another sleepless night. Yet she gently smiles even when she feels dead For she’s my moon, shining in broad daylight.
She dazzles & decorates my sweetest dreams While ignoring the pain of her plight. On my dreams her seraphic aura streams For she’s my moon, shining in broad daylight.
She’s gracefully surreal, gentle & kind & in my darkest hour, she’s my light. She’s my guiding force whenever in the darkness I go blind For she’s my moon, shining in broad daylight.
The light of infinite stars can’t match her luminous soul Because her soul glows so blissfully bright. Yet modestly, she makes me feel complete & whole For she’s my moon, shining in broad daylight.
Sometimes her heart breaks as she falls on her feet Yet she sparkles & says she’s alright. Like a crescent, she shines even while feeling incomplete For she’s my moon, shining in broad daylight.
She conquers her darkness, taking her sufferings in her stride While she heals my scars being considerate & polite. She’s my inspiration, she’s my pride For she’s my moon, shining in broad daylight.
Note: This poem is inspired by a particular friend of mine who is really close to me on an emotional level but I further extend this dedication to all the wonderful women who have graced my life with their understanding & kindness. I’ve used moon as a metaphor and as a symbol for kindness, gentleness & selfless love that a woman’s heart contains within it. Like the moon, I often feel that women(while playing various roles & carrying on with their responsibilities) outshine the darkness around them with the divine light that dwells within them. So this one poem is meant to highlight this angelic trait of women & I personally want to thank all my angels of mercy for inspiring me with their blissful brilliance. It is your selfless love & understanding, which has taught me that, one can shine even when they feel incomplete. ❤
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Nominate at least 5 bloggers & inform them of their nomination
Give them 10 new questions to answer
Let’s begin, shall we? 😉
Questions asked to me:
Q1Do you believe in spirituality?
Ans: No, I personally dislike the way spirituality is commercialized these days. I believe in humanity more than spirituality. If I can comfort a troubled soul in anyway then that’s the most spiritually satisfying thing for me. That being said I don’t judge or dislike anyone who indulges in spiritual activities, I respect their faith & outlook towards it.
Q2 Are you into gardening?
Ans: Sadly there isn’t a garden in my current house but yes I’ve always believed that nature inspires the poet within us, in its own mystic ways. As a kid I used to help my grandfather plant roses & there I learnt the lesson, that a person’s beauty just like the rose, can blossom even amidst the life’s deadly thorns.
Q3 Share the picture of any DIY project you’ve done, if any.
Ans: In my teenage days, the doors of our kitchen & living room were being changed and the carpenter got a piece of inferior wood my parents were furious & were about to dispose it off but I used the carpenter’s saw during his lunchtime, painted the sides & ended up making a rectangular pin-up board.
Q4 Share the best-loved post from your blog, with link.
Ans: Broken Wings – I wrote it, the night I had to spend at a bus stand in blistering cold. I palpably felt the wings of my hopes & dreams break within me, that night. It was my poetic prayer that streamed through my shattered soul that night. Link: https://writingrhymes.wordpress.com/2018/06/23/broken-wings/
Q5 Is there any other art form you’re familiar with, other than blogging? If yes, what is it?
Ans: I tried to draw a phoenix once for my very first blog post but ended up making a creature that looked like a drunk ostrich that’s when I realized that I wasn’t meant to be an artist with paint brush. However, off late I’m learning how to cook some exotic recipes (if that sounds creative) with an earnest intention of not witnessing my mother turn into Thanos (because of the mess I make in her kitchen while cooking).
Q6 Which is the most used application in your phone?
Ans: A close tie between Instagram & Whatsapp.
Q7 What’s the longest time you’ve slept so far, at a stretch?
Ans: Once I hadn’t slept for like 48 hours so when I crashed & burnt on my bed I ended up sleeping for 13 hours. Haters may call me lazy but that’s close the average sleeping hours of a lion & in the immortal words of Zlatan Ibramhimovic – “Lions don’t compare themselves to humans”. Lol xD
“Lions don’t compare themselves to humans”
Q8) Do you prefer reading short or long blog posts?
Ans: The number of words doesn’t matter to me, what matters is the content that a post has. I am equally impressed with a hard-hitting short yet intense post as I am with a long detailed & meaningful post.
Q9) Do you volunteer? Online or offline?
Ans: I volunteer to assist other new bloggers to build & grow their blog in their own unique ways. I try to connect with them via Instagram, email, fb & sometimes meeting them in person.
Q10) Was there a turning point in your life?
Ans: There were 2 contrasting turning points in my life 1) When my dad passed away due to cancer. I guess that day a part of me died within me as I aimed to transform myself from a callous child into a silent warrior. 2) The day I got my first 500 followers on WordPress. That was the day when from a ‘nobody’ I felt like ‘somebody’.
If you’ve reached this far then you’ve earned my sincere respect. ❤
However, anyone who is reading this post is awesome in their own respect so please feel free to nominate yourself for this award post by answering my questions that are down below:
My Questions:
Q1 ) A memory that is closest to your heart & what did it make you feel like in that moment? Q2) What is your definition of happiness? Q3) Tell 5 words that best describe you. Q4) Tell me about a funny incident from your life that to this day makes you laugh & smile? Q5) What’s your secret talent/skill that other people might not be aware of? Q6) What’s your all favorite dish? Q7) What is your dream in life, what is it that you truly aspire? Q8) What would be your advice to new/ fellow bloggers? Q9) What are your future posts going to be about or what would be the themes/ genres of your upcoming posts? Q10) An honest piece of advice/ suggestion that you’d like to share with me, which would help me learn & grow as a blogger?
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I see a wounded underdog cry at night For his traumas scream in his sleep. If only you could witness his nightmares take flight Perhaps you’d join him for a weep.
His demons like crouched tigers corner him in the dark & the silent suffer, has his back against the wall. His fears rage a storm in his heart As he breaks, his soul begins to crumble & fall.
The endless expectations crush his shoulder As failure rapes his confidence from within. The madness of the moment rattles his composure While his insecurities slither wildly underneath his skin.
Victimized by his fiendish fate’s violence He lays vulnerably, in a pool of bloody memories & tears. Yet the underdog licks his wounds in silence With an earnest urge to conquer his fears.
His head bleeds but remains unbowed As he slowly crawls up back on his feet. With a spirit of redemption, he roars aloud For the underdog knows, he wasn’t born to accept defeat.
His scars bleed songs of glory As a metamorphosis is palpably visible in his eyes. Perhaps someday, people will know his story But for now, the warrior in him begins to rise.
The serendipity of this agony seems surreal While towards a war, his pride makes him march on. Against his demons, he may bleed, but he’ll never kneel Because till his last breath, he’ll sing his fight song.
Note: There have been countless instances when I’ve had my back to the wall & the odds were stacked against me while I constantly found myself trying to justify & rediscover my true capabilities in life as an underdog. This poem is dedicated to everyone who at some point in their lives felt like an underdog. As an underdog we sometimes fail, the level of expectations of other loved ones seems unreal & we are often plagued by our fears but it’s precisely at this juncture that I want you to believe in your potential even when things don’t seem right. Please always take a stand to protect your pride, honor & dreams because “I failed” is more honorable than “I quit”. Hail & embrace the determination of the underdog that breathes with you! ❤
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Thank you, Laura, for considering me worthy of your nomination. She truly is an amazing blogger & I would request readers/ fellow bloggers to show some love to Laura by visiting her blog >>> https://lotuslaura.com/
Rules: Thank the blogger who nominated you, and provide a link to their blog. Share 11 facts about yourself. Answer the 11 questions given to you. Nominate 5-11 other bloggers. Ask your nominees 11 questions. Notify your nominees once you have uploaded your post.
I hope, I’m capable of making you folks smile with my answers & facts about me! Facts: 1) I’m not a morning person, I’m a night bloomer who enjoys the tranquility of the night’s dark splendor rather than the chaos that unfurls during the day. 2) I’m at cold war with my neighbor. He gives me headaches with the creepy noises he makes at night & I never miss out on any given opportunity irritate him … & I guess we are destined to be caught up in this twisted romance forever (talk about couple goals xD). I wouldn’t say I hate that guy because hate is a very strong negative word, but let’s just say I wouldn’t want to shake hands with him ( based on the noises he makes God knows what he uses his hands for all night). 3) My life is decorated with embarrassing moments. For instance: I was to start off with my kindergarten & my dad said to me sharing is caring, next day.. my on my very 1st day in kindergarten I tore my 20 bucks note, straight in half to help a friend of mine with 10 bucks. xD 4) I’m a ferocious foodie. Being the peace-loving guy, that I am you can cuss me all you want I’d still smile & ignore that but DON’T YOU DARE take anything from my plate… If you do, then we are officially at war. (because sharing is caring, can lead to bad experiences.) 5) I’m a vegetarian. You guys can have my share of meat-related food. 6) Work like a beggar, celebrate like a king. I come from humble financial beginnings so from the very start of my career I’ve worked as if my survival depends on it but once I’m out of office, on a vacation or at some party… Then my celebrations are grander than my haters’ most extravagant fantasies. 7) I tend to overthink, perhaps the side-effects of being a dreamer, I guess. 8) I have trust issues at times, so I prefer to be an enigma, rather than an open book to others. 9) I respect my mother the most. Her sacrifices, her unconditional love & her overall patience to tolerate a highly lazy individual like me is truly divine. A family friend once said to my mum “Control Sid, he’s turning into a delusional poet…” Her instant reply was “You should probably focus on stopping your son from doing his exotic pole dance videos on TikTok, rather than worry about Sid.” I was absolutely gobsmacked witnessing my mother’s savage side. 10) My helplessness has always contributed in a positive way towards my evolution. Being a very shy & reserve kid my 5th grade English scolded my mother once saying that I’m emotionally dead from within & that I’ll never master English. That incident made me want to master English more than I wanted to breathe at that point in time. 11) I spend hours talking to fellow bloggers & learning from them as to how I can improve as a blogger.
Q&A:
What’s your favorite season/why? – Winter. I find it very pleasant & peaceful. What do you eat for breakfast? – Mainly fruits & sandwich, but if my mother is in a pleasant mood then I’m blessed with some burger or pasta lol What is a fun childhood memory you have? – Spending time with my parents, listening to stories from my mother & learning from my dad, that strong moral values matter the most in life. Where do you think you’ll be in ten years? – I like to live in the moment rather than plan for the future so I barely know what I’ll end up doing in the next 10 minutes let alone 10 years from now. But hopefully, wherever I am in life, I hope to be regarded as a good human being, who is capable of creating smiles for others. What’s your favorite drink? – Coffee What is a mythological figure you like and why? – I’m not a religious person but in the Indian mythology I like Shiva – The Destroyer the most there are so many aspects about him that are covered in the form of folktales & ancient Indian legends. I like him the most because I honestly find him a blooming universe of creativity in his own respect. What type of books do you like? – Fiction & poetry as they give wings to my mind to fly & imagine things. What are some things that come naturally to you? – writing, sarcasm & laziness Are you an introvert or an extrovert? – I’m an introvert… a quiet man holding within a million mysteries. What’s your last google search? – Quotes by John Keats What’s your favorite flower? – Rose, the beauty that blossoms amidst the thorns.
You’ve earned my sincere respect if you’ve read my facts & answers till this far. My Questions:
Q1) What’s the one word that describes you the best? Q2) Who are some of your most favorite writers? Q3) Tell me about one of the most memorable moments of your life. Q4) What’s your outlook/ motto in life? Q5) A thing that you aim to convey through your blog? Q6) What makes you truly happy in life? Q7) What all are you doing in this lockdown phase to keep up the positive vibes? Q8) Name one of your all-time favorite movies & why do you enjoy it so much? Q9) One aspect of your life that you intend to improve upon? Q10) If you could have a superpower then what would it be & why? Q11) What do you like the most about my blog/writings & any suggestions for me to improve as a blogger? My Nominees:
You nurtured me in your womb & till this day you keep me in your heart. Though most of the times I stay in my room But our intertwined heartbeats, shall never part.
Today, before the crack of dawn I want to say how much I care. Sitting in my room for you I wrote this song Hoping some old memories together we can share.
Maa, do you remember? How lullabies, you used to sing & upon hearing them, how I used to rejoice? Even with limited resources, you made me feel like a king Whenever you blessed me with your priceless voice.
Maa, do you remember? How you used to hold my hand & how I used to see the emotions in your eye? For even as a kid I used to understand Your silent pain, whenever a dream of yours used to die.
Maa, do you remember? A random depressing night? When we were haunted by our nightmares? You used to say everything’s going to be alright While you mentioned my name in all your prayers.
Perhaps you’d forgotten all this being so selflessly true While walking on broken glass, as life’s been hostile. But Maa, I’ll never forget all that you’ve been through & now I just want to see you, always smile.
Note: As the wheel of time carelessly moves on, mothers often forget their acts of kindness towards their kids… They don’t aspire a batch of honor… the smile of their child means the world to them, but I feel we should address & be grateful to our mothers, for all that they’ve done for us. I know for a fact that I will never be capable of repaying her for all that she has done for me, but I wrote this poem to express, appreciate & acknowledge the divinity of her selfless love towards me. Happy Mother’s Day to mothers across the globe. ❤
The strongest warrior isn’t a people who carries dreadful weapons… The strongest warrior, is a mother who is determined to sustain & protect the smile of her child. That’s how my mother protected me when I was born.
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Note: As a small kid I had this fear of losing the people I love… Gradually, people left, but that childhood fear didn’t. There were countless instances of people (whom I cared for) chose to abandon me. I guess as they say the saddest thing about such betrayals is that they never come from an enemy. Being wrapped in such emotional insecurities, I realized the importance of being the prophet of my own happiness. Don’t let your happiness be dependent on someone else & don’t shed tears for someone who destroyed the sparkle of your smile. Never compromise on your lovely smile because of anyone or anything. You do matter! ❤
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