Quote: Wings

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Note: “It matters not how strait the gate how charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul” – from Invictus. We may not be in a position to control a hostile situation but we certainly are in control of the way we respond to that adversity. So in such tough times, I urge my readers to not lose hope & continue to generate positive thoughts. We all are born to fly like the eagles in our own skies of happiness, so why do you choose to crawl into a spell of negative vibes. So spread your wings & conquer your fears. For me personally April ushers in a lot of melancholic memories (some of the upcoming poems may be a bit sad)… I too will try to implement this notion, as I’ll try to decorate my sadness in the form of poetry to delight you, folks. Here & now we are infinite! ❤    

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Dear Corona

Dear Corona,

I hear news about you every night
& honestly, you make my bladder tremble with fright.
You were made in China perhaps that gave you the birth-right
To export yourself across the globe in broad daylight.

The scenes at hospitals are a dreadful sight
Where against you doctors fight with all their might.
Corona, you don’t care about your preys’ plight
& because of you, I had to cancel my flight.

About you, news reporters continue to hysterically scream
They increase your fear to an unimaginable extreme.
Now as the moonlight begins to beam
In my mind’s inward eye, I weave a dream.

Though like Lady Macbeth we wash our hands every day
Because of you, we may have gone astray.
Things may seem immensely depressing & grey
But together, through this narrow passage, we’ll find a way.

As a monster people have empearled you inside their heads
& uniting together, our social differences we’ve shed.
We are at war, quarantined in our homes, laying in our beds
Soon you’ll crumble bleeding, broken & dead.

So dressed in my pajamas I wrote this playful song
For the night is darkest just before the dawn.
A rainbow shall shine & impale your dreary storm
Because I’ve heard Chinese products don’t last for too long.

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Note: Just to make myself clear I do not possess any kind of racist hate towards China in any way. The sole purpose of this poem is to emphasize that regardless of our social, cultural or financial differences we are in this war against Corona together. The best way to handle this situation is realizing the importance of social distancing & by understanding the value of being at your home. Together we can & together we will conquer this menacing beast. This poem intends to spread positive vibes & smiles, hope you and your family are perfectly alright. Keep safe, keep smiling! 🙂 ❤

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The Emotional Enigma

On the broken glass, his hopes walk
As another nightmare torments his weary brain.
But about his agony, he chooses not to talk
As he knows crying won’t decrease his pain.

There was a time when he was full of life
In his eyes there used to dribble silk woven dreams.
However, he was abandoned amidst fate’s unforgiving strife
& now his mind silently bleeds with a million screams.

But the eagle that conquers the skies
Doesn’t fear to rest on some fragile trees.
For on its wings the magisterial beast relies
& doesn’t bow in front of the life’s stormy breeze.

It matters not what’s his circumstance
Or what verdict is scribbled for him on the scroll.
Alone in darkness with his demons, he’s destined to dance
But no heavenly star burns brighter than his soul.

With his words that swell up with emotions
He stirs his aspirations that his heart has impearled.
& with his thoughts that are deeper than all oceans
In his mind’s inward eye he creates his own world.

The emotional enigma playfully begins to smirk
As not many know what the f*** he’s been through.
He’s heard by many when he goes berserk
But sadly, he’s truly understood only by few.

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Note: This poem is dedicated to the people who have often found it easier to project a fake smile rather than express the true magnitude of their sorrow. Though this world isn’t meant for such beautiful selfless individuals & I know how sometimes others can’t appreciate the strength of your character… But please see yourself as the eagle that has its faith on its wings ( your capabilities) rather than the durability of the branch upon which it rests ( your situation). I urge my readers to be understanding & compassionate towards such silent warriors who often feel abandoned & lost even when they are surrounded by others around them. Every life is valuable & even a small act of kindness can create a massive positive change in someone else’s life. ❤ 

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Gratitude: Open Letter

Being a loner in real life, 4 years ago when I first started the blog I had never imagined in any of my wildest dreams that I’d be able to delight so many people with my rhymes. Reaching 1.5k followers is something that I had never imagined for myself.
The foundation of this blog was laid due to the emotional turmoil that raged within me. Nothing is worse than being surrounded by people who make you feel alone & I often feel lost amidst large crowds. There are times when I can’t say the things that trouble me but I’ve always found it easier to write about them. Initially, I had a very cynical approach to writing as I wanted my nightmares to haunt my readers. I wanted to express the horror of the countless traumas that emotionally impaled me. I wanted the people to realize that depression & anxiety aren’t always just screams & tears… Sometimes it’s the quietest people who contain within them loudest laments.
However, despite my emotional vulnerabilities you always accepted my darkness with open arms. You inspired & instilled the light of compassion within me. Gradually as I realized that my words were relatable to you it changed me as a human being & as a writer. For I no longer wanted to haunt people, I began to decorate my darkness with the sole desire to give hope to someone who was/is going through a similar depressing phase of life. You kissed my scars, filled me with love, gave wings my poetic thoughts… Most importantly at the unpredictable junctures of my life when I was plagued with uncertainly you also held my hand and frivolously danced with my demons. You believed in me when I doubted my own capabilities. Your love has always exceeded my expectations & I really hope that I can live up to the faith that you have so generously blessed me with. When life gave me 1000 reasons to cry, you gave me more than 1500 reasons to smile & in the process you’ve taught me the true meaning of compassion. It’s the light of your love that breathes life into my poems.
Lastly, I’m a human being & I have my share of flaws so I humbly apologize if I or my words ever disappointed or disturbed you in any way. With my every heartbeat & with my every rhyme I thank you for your unconditional benevolence towards a person like me.

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Note: A big thank you to all those who made this blog what it is today, please find below the pictures of the special individuals who have immensely supported me in this incredible blogging journey. There are so many individuals whose pictures I wish I could have added in the collage but unfortunately, I wasn’t able to reach out to them / get their pictures on time. But I carry them in my heart & each one of you is irreplaceable in your own unique way. ❤

Inspiration Of My Rhyme

Behind closed doors when the pale moonlight beams
Alone she fights her destiny’s diabolical schemes.
The silent sufferer values others more than her own dreams
& for them, she pushes herself to unimaginable extremes.

None hears the lament of her silent cries
None sees the ocean of hidden tears in her eyes.
Perhaps about her torment, none could realize
Because she smiles even when her aching soul helplessly dies.

Though on her scars none applies a healing lotion
Her compassion towards others is still deeper than any endless ocean.
She understands everyone’s unexpressed melancholic emotion
For she is a healing angel in godly motion.

Everyday life gives her a tormenting token
Yet about her sufferings, not a word she’s ever spoken.
As the warrior in her now gets awoken
She roars unbowed, unbent, unbroken!

Each day for her is a new fight
Yet she outgrows her nightmares day & night.
For the fortitude of her soul burns blissfully bright
& amidst my darkness, I see her as my guiding light.

As the moon blushes & the stars shine
Hopefully, she’ll fathom my love reading the last line.
& in her mind’s inward eye her broken dreams she’ll re-design
Realizing that she’s the seraphic inspiration of my every rhyme.

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Note: Women contain a lot of emotions within themselves & I’ve always seen them as angels of unconditional love & mercy. This poem is dedicated to all the incredible females who have emotionally supported me at different levels be it as a mother, sisters, family, mentors, colleagues & friends. Thank you for always raising me up, to more than I could ever be & you all truly are the real inspiration to my rhymes. ❤

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The Girl Who Broke My Heart

The first note of our aria had a sublime rhyme
& every verse seemed enchantingly pure.
Yet sadly our symphony got corrupted with time
As life’s vicious vicissitudes it couldn’t endure.

I recall how in the sacred temple of my soul
You were the Aphrodite from my sweetest dream.
For you completed me, you made me whole
As you quenched my thirst flowing like a stream.

Your arms were my castle of comfort that kept me warm
While your glorious promises made my heart yearn.
Yet you left me cold amidst my life’s storm
& my demons witnessed my soul burn.

Perhaps I wasn’t worthy of a goddess like you
I think this while my fears from others I hide.
For no mortal can dream what I’ve been through
As poetically I decorate my nightmares with pride.

Darling, you filled me with love & left me incomplete
But being ruined this way, I have no hate.
For the outcome destroyed me but our memories are sweet
& that in my heart I shall always piously celebrate.

Hope you find someone who values for who you are
I wish you well I have nothing to complain.
May you shine in someone’s sky like a star
& perhaps in a different form, we might meet again.

My heart will always see you as a goddess
Because you are a blooming form of mystic art.
Yet my mind will always beg me to be cautious
For you are the girl who broke my heart.

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Note: Post valentines day I got a text from my ex (I’m not going to reveal her identity)  stating that she was missing me & was going through my blog post. She wanted to get back with me… at that time a whirlpool of emotions raged within me & I thought of writing a poem about it. This one is dedicated to my ex, sadly we weren’t meant to be together. There are no ill-feelings or hate in my heart for her & I still respect her… Although I know we can’t be back to the way we were but from the bottom of my heart, I sincerely hope that she gets nothing but the best in her life. 

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Quote

Blind — Starling

What is love, When you can’t see it? Presence, I replied. The assurance That you’d always Be there by my side. Dancing to his heartbeat I felt his every breath As he swept me off my feet Love is strength, I said. Leaning in He whispered, Go on, go on I felt his skin Begin […]

A few months ago I quit writing I was in a very dark phase but you gave me a second chance. You believed in me, even when I had lost faith in my capabilities. It was you who made me rediscover myself I humbly request you to please show the same kind of love & support (that you had shared towards me) for my friend Sonia. She has made a glorious comeback with this amazing poem. Please give it a read & hence provide her the opportunity to mesmerize her with her magical words. Below is the link to her poem>>>>>

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“Run to the rescue with love & peace will follow.” – River Phoenix (Joaquin Phoenix’s older brother.)

Misfit

Cornered with the masquerade of a fake smile
Hoping that someone will understand you for a while.
People ignore your insecurities that slither underneath your skin
But you still try your best to fit in.

Some love, some respect you innocently wish to earn
The warm touch of someone’s hand you yearn.
Yet subliminally away from you people turn
& in the flame of your broken dreams you frivolously burn

Surrounded by people who make you feel alone
Your hopeful heart slowly transforms into a stone.
Abandoned in this endless spell of silence
You get enveloped in your mind’s depressing violence.

My dove so why do you burn & bitterly cry
To fit in why do you even try?
Why do you care for what others say?
For you are divine in your own unique way.

Your teary eyes are numb for no valid reason
For every passing moment in itself is a beautiful season.
If ever you feel hostility from our selfish community
Then look within, for within you lies love’s eternity.

You become the prophet of your own delight
Through the darkness discover your inner light.
Strolling alone no matter how difficult things may seem
Remember you are beautiful like a poet’s decorated dream.

Perhaps none will fathom your unspoken fears
Perhaps none will wipe your burning tears.
But my precious whenever your heart begins to bleed
Remember you’re the marvelous misfit who is born to lead.

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Note: There are times when we feel lost even when we are surrounded by people. There are occasions when we feel like we don’t belong somewhere. Many times I’ve felt like a misfit… However, today being valentine’s day rather than crying or lamenting I thought of celebrating love by dedicating a poem to the people, who at any point in time may have been ignored, heartbroken or felt like a misfit. My dear, you aren’t a lost star in a universe instead, you are an entire universe blossoming within a star. You are flawless in your own unique way. ❤

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Blogger Recognition Award

I’d like to sincerely thank Shivani Arora for considering me worthy of this honorable mention. She’s an incredible writer so please visit her blog & let her captivate your imagination with her mesmerizing words.

The Rules are:

1. Thank the blogger(s) who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
2. Write a post to show your award.
3. Give a brief story of how your blog started.
4. Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
5. Select up to fifteen bloggers you want to give this award to.
6. Comment (or pingback) on each blog to let them know that you’ve nominated them, and provide a link to the post you’ve created.

How my blog was created:

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Even as a kid growing up I always perceived myself as that bird. My blog wasn’t born out due to my passion for writing. Instead, it was created when I was going through a dark phase in which I was vulnerable beyond the description of words. There were so many unexpressed nightmares palpitating within my heart that this madness seemed inescapable, but gradually rather than fearing the darkness I embraced it as a poetic element to express myself & in the process delight others.

 

Advice to new bloggers:

  1. Be yourself: I write dark poems yet there are some individuals who still felt my inner light through my words. Sometimes we fear how our posts may be perceived by others & often we let that fear get the better of us, due to which sadly we tend to throw our masterpieces in the dustbin. So don’t fear what others may think, stay true to yourself & go all out when it comes to expressing something you truly believe in no matter how crazy it may seem.
  2. Build your visibility: It’s not our limited potential that restricts us, instead, it’s our oblivious attitude towards our limitless potential that builds our boundaries. Please don’t see blogging as a mere platform to get likes, comments & followers. Connect with people, have intellectual conversations, provide honest feedbacks & in the process build a heart to heart connect with other wonderful wordsmiths.  

 

This recognition is open to all as I feel everyone is magnificent in their own unique ways. ❤

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Butterfly

She crawls, weary underneath the night skies
As she contains an ocean of tears in her eyes.
Perhaps with time, she has forgotten how to dream
For she’s expected to conceal her every scream.

She grovels as destiny rips her happiness apart
& her shriveled hopes make her bleed in her heart.
Every day she silently dies a new death
While melancholy dribbles in her every breath.

Others can’t comprehend her heart’s mystic treasure
Seeing her helpless, they attain sadistic pleasure.
But she has merely just fallen on her feet
She is scarred, but she hasn’t accepted her defeat.

She weaves a silk cocoon around her wounded skin
Ignoring the naysayers, she ignites a revolution within.
Although her life has been depressing and tragic
But now her soul triggers divine magic.

Her metamorphosis rages like steroids in her veins
She breaks her cocoon’s confining constrains.
Perhaps about her agony, we shall never know
As she evolves, her sufferings, she chooses to outgrow.

The moon blushes & a nightingale melodiously sings
As in the dark, she expands her colorful wings.
As the angel of the night, she emerges out of her shell
& she glides gently sprinkling her seraphic spell.

Life may have smothered her every innocent desire
But nothing could ever extinguish her inner fire.
Inevitably, from a caterpillar, she transformed into a butterfly
For she wasn’t always meant to crawl, she was born to fly.

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This poem is inspired by a dear friend of mine, who sadly is going through some emotional turmoil. I further extend this dedication to all the females who may have gone through/ are currently going through an emotional struggle. The situation & the society may have caused agony to you but I sincerely hope my words can encourage you to discover the beautiful butterfly in your heart that yearns to fly. You aren’t meant to helplessly crawl in life forever, you are born to fly. ❤

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The Butler

“Mr. Burton, would meet you shortly in the living room, Mr. Grant,” said a very charismatic young butler; “In the meantime, I can entertain you with my nonsense.”

Jackson Grant’s mind ventured on an extravagant journey to discover the words that would have been apt to compliment the butler’s witty remark. Yet all his good intentions were smothered by his endless silence as he chose to smile back sheepishly instead. While strolling with the butler through the massive hallway of the grand mansion, every passing moment amplified Jackson’s anxiety regarding this annual performance meeting with his boss (Mr. Burton).

“I know how it would all end up” His mother’s words echoed in his ears; “You’ll be a lamb to slaughter, Jackson. You’ll be intimidated by the occasion & your anxiety would carelessly slither up your spine. I shall just give you the finest amontillado I can find. A bottle of wine can brighten up the darkest of nights & can lead to delightful conversations.”

Jackson wondered looking at the wine bottle if the conversation with Mr. Burton would be delightful & if he would be rewarded with a regular job for the hard work that he had invested in Mr. Burton’s company as an intern.

Disturbed by the awkward silence, in an attempt to break the ice & strike a conversation the Butler curiously asked Jackson “If you don’t mind me asking. How long have you worked in Mr. Burton’s company, Mr. Grant?”  

“For one year.” Jackson stuttered as he was overwhelmed with anxiety. “Ah… I truly respect… Mr. Burton’s work ethic & moral values.”

He made the statement in a weary tone, just to continue the courtesy of the conversation.

“Then you know nothing about the man underneath the tuxedo.” inferred the curious butler; “You would be oblivious to his depression that impales his aching soul.”

“His depression?” asked Jackson; somehow amidst the extravagant lifestyle of Mr. Burton, the possibility of a hidden sense of depression seemed a misfit.

“Do you see the pathway of the back lawn?” enquired the butler, indicating towards a long passage that led to a vast lawn that had countless white lilies. It merged with the dark & dense boundaries of the forest.

“Yes, it’s a beautiful & alluring lawn,” said Jackson; “but what has the lawn & the white lilies got to do with Mr. Burton’s depression?”

“Four years ago on an ominous night. Mr. Burton’s seven-year-old son Wade wandered on the pathway towards the white lilies, he wanted to play amidst the lilies under the pale moonlight, that night. He never came back. Running past through the white lilies master Wade entered the dark woods that harbors the most diabolical wild creatures. It was that shattered full moon night which broke the core of Mr. Burton’s spirit. He wasn’t the same man he was… Now he’s just a shell of a man. The most depressing fact is that the child’s corpse was never recovered. His tender body may be covered in the mud somewhere in the forest without having received a proper funeral.” At this point, Jackson could feel the Butler’s usual pleasant voice swell up with sadness. “Poor Mr. Burton tries his best to be a normal man during the days, but at nights like these, he desperately walks near the lilies in the hope of finding his son. Sometimes it’s on such tranquil full moon nights that he likes to take someone along with him in search of his son but under mysterious circumstances only he manages to return.

The butler hastily shuddered, as across the massive hallway towards the living room a flurry of apologies, from Mr. Burton came to greet Jackson, holding a white lily & a shovel. 

“I’m terribly sorry for the delay, I was trying to find a white lily in the market to plant it in the back lawn. I hope Arthur kept you away from the boredom & loneliness,” said Mr. Burton in an apologetic tone; “This mansion is so huge being stranded all alone, and the loneliness could drive any mortal insane.” 

“Yes, Arthur was rather kind to accompany me in your absence. My anxiety worsens when I’m abandoned alone” Expressed Jackson in a shaky voice.

“Ah! How generous of you Jackson to bring Amontillado. Arthur, would you be so kind enough to serve us the wine,” said Mr. Burton, sipping the wine that Arthur offered to him he continued “I haven’t seen my son for years. He loves the white lily. I plant one in the back lawn on the nights when I incredibly miss him. Finish your wine, Jackson then we’ll go plant the lily in the back lawn & will discuss your future.”      

Tremors ran wild in Jackson’s hand as he witnessed the expression of fright & uncertainty dribble in Arthur’s iris. “No Mr. Burton, I’d rather stay here…” Jackson emphasized on this, as his fears grew in epic proportions.

Leaning towards Jackson, Mr. Burton pointed towards an envelope “I’ve planned an offer you can’t resist unless you think that I intend to bury you & then plant this white lily on top of your grave.” said Mr. Burton hysterically in a light-hearted tone.

However, these words were sufficient to spark a whirlpool of insecurities. Engulfed in terror & horror of his thoughts… Jackson was drenched in cold sweat! He wildly ran for his life. Jackson bumped into Arthur due to which the wine bottle fell from Arthur’s hands & the wine spilled all over the marble floor. Much to the bewilderment & disappointment of Mr. Burton, who witnessed Jackson run like a berserk wild chicken straight out of the front gate of his gigantic mansion as he screamed “I quit!” that seemed to be in perfect synch with the madness of the moment.

“I don’t know what happened, I just said that as a joke. I was willing to pay him $50000 per week for the kind of hard work that he had shown in office,” said a rather surprised & dejected Mr. Burton; “not only did I lose out on a hard-working employee, the rascal also managed to waste all the lovely wine while making a dramatic exit.”  

“He was hard-working but perhaps not worthy of the opportunity that you intended to present him. What a shame, his mental illness may have made him hallucinate things. A man should always know his true quality” Being the silent author of this dramatic chaos, Arthur continued; “A gentle reminder, Mr. Burton you need to pay the fees of Master Wade’s boarding school tomorrow.”

“Oh! I almost forgot about that, it’s because of people like Jackson that I prefer to keep Wade in a boarding school away from me,” said Mr. Burton who went in his room to retire for the day “Thank you for reminding me Arthur, what would have I done without you.”

“Goodnight, sweet dreams Mr. Burton!” said Arthur.

Privately smirking to himself, Arthur knew creating a nightmare in a heartbeat was his true quality. 

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Note: I had a conversation with my college teacher, even though I’ve graduated long time ago. My teacher still believes that I’m better with prose in comparison to writing poetry. So I wrote a short story for the first time after nearly 5 years. Please do let me know what you think about the story & what you thought about the character of Arthur in general. I tried to add some layers to this short story, please do let me know which ones were you able to you discover?

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Sunshine Blogger Award

I usually deal with dark poetry but I’m humbled by the recent nominations that I have received for the “Sunshine” Blogger Award. I’d like to thank my friend Pallavi Gupta for making me highlighting the light that breathes within me, even amidst my spell of darkness. She’s a wonderful blogger whose attention to detail in her posts, would captivate you so please do visit her blog. 

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Q1) Name one weird thing you find attractive in a person.

Ans: I’m more of a sapiosexual person, so it’s the intellect & the overall personality of a person that makes strike a vibe with that person. Personally, I feel the real beauty of a person resides in their heart & in their thoughts.   

Q2) Can you cook? What do you like to make?

Ans: Yes & I have this wild sense of imagination… Regardless of what the outcome may be,  whenever I step inside the kitchen I feel as if I’m Gordon Ramsey. I once made Shahi Paneer ( Cottage cheese in spicy Indian curry; the only dish that NOW I’m confident of making) for a friend of mine, only to know that he suffered from diarrhea the next morning. Most of my friends still think the only thing I can cook up is stories, but I guess practice makes perfect… I’m a skilled chef now when it comes to cooking Shahi Paneer. 

Q3) Have you ever been in love?

Ans: Yes. It’s one of the most beautiful tragedies that a human being can ever experience, I didn’t deprive myself of that divine delight/ misery. Though it has ultimately resulted in painful outcomes. However, it also gave me some beautiful moments.    

Q4) What’s one thing that’s happened to you that has made you a stronger person?

Ans: My sufferings have made me stronger. Emotionally, I’ve died a new death daily so I’ve lost all sense of fear, lol! 

Q5) When was the last time you tried something new?

Ans: Last week when I tried to cook pasta. I failed terribly on epic proportions, the kitchen was virtually destroyed with a chaotic disaster & I saw my mother rapidly transform into Thanos in 8 dimensions (that shit was scary, I virtually felt my heart creeping all the way down to my bladder in absolute terror, witnessing my mother so angry) lol xD!  

Q6) What social stigma society needs to get over?

Ans: Perhaps we all should be less judgemental. We should respect, understand, appreciate & learn from each others’ differences.   

Q7) Who do you wish you could get back in contact with?

Ans: I’ve had some friends & followers who said to me that for them I was their inspiration, but they were the same people who chose to ignore me in my dark phases when I tried to reach out to them (not for help but just for friendly talks). As they say, people don’t change, just their false mask of sweetness falls off with time. Those people are a thing of the past & the past doesn’t concern me. So I wouldn’t connect with them, I’d disconnect with them completely over a period of time.  

Q8) Do you think age matters in a relationship?

Ans: I’m relatively good at writing, but I’m terribly hopeless when it comes to relationships (I’ve lost count of the number of months I’ve been single for lol). But yea age according to me isn’t & shouldn’t be a yardstick. I’m not saying that an 80-year-old guy should be perving on a 20-year-old girl & that would be fine with me lol. But I feel we are all bundles of imperfections, so for me, a relationship isn’t about finding the special one who meets your checklist of various agendas…Perhaps it’s about finding the one for whom you are willing to mold yourself. It’s about how we mutually embrace each others’ imperfections rather than rate each other on various parameters. 

Q9) What do you do during awkward silence?

Ans: I observe. That helps me be aware of the person, who farted amongst a large group of people. xD

Q10) Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? 

Ans: Surely, the bottom of the ocean perhaps I’ll discover a mermaid or I’ll be rescued by a female lifeguard. (Please don’t judge me. I already told you, I have a wild sense of imagination xD).  

Q11) What makes you feel appreciated?

Ans: The thing about emotionally broken people like me, is that since we are strangers to kindness & understanding even the smallest of compliments or the smallest acts of generosity can make our hearts smile with joy. Every comment on my blog post makes me smile for hours. I value a genuine conversation, a warm hug/handshake or any kind of compliment more than any materialistic gift. 

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You truly are a special mortal if you reached this far down. Your endurance to my nonsensical answers is much appreciated.

  My questions: 

Q1) An incident that had a deep impact on your life?
Q2) What’s your outlook towards life?
Q3) One thing that scares you to the core of your being?
Q4) A flirt or A poet, whom would you like to spend time with?
Q5) One thing that you haven’t done so far but want to do before you die?
Q6) What is your biggest goal in your life?
Q7) If you had one super-power what would it be & why?
Q8) What’s your dream destination?
Q9) The biggest compliment that you’ve ever got on your blog or in person.
Q10) If you could eat only 1 thing for the rest of your life what would it be?
Q11) What can we hope to see on your blog in the upcoming months/ what are future posts going to be about?

My nominations: anyone who is interested in answering my questions, for a sun shines in all our hearts. 

Selflessly Yours

Sidharth

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The Dreamcatcher

I see the insecurities that stream in your eyes
As your demons sing to you horrifying lullabies.
I hear the lament of your silent cries
When your glorious dream shrinks & dies.

Behind your masquerade of fake smiles, you’ve often bled
While countless dreams crumbled inside your head.
In your weary veins as depression rapidly spread
A fragment of your soul became numb & dead.

Yet when all your dreams were brutally broken
When your nightmares bloomed & the time seemed frozen.
About your pain to none you’ve ever spoken
Regarding your scars, you gave no token.

Perhaps about your sufferings, none would ever have a clue
Perhaps no mortal can comprehend what you’ve been through.
Though life may have battered your spirit black & blue
I give you a dreamcatcher because I care for you.

When all hope may seem to depart
When everything may appear to fall apart,
The dreamcatcher would be your guardian angel in the dark
& it’ll quell the anxiety of your restless heart.

Destiny may conspire diabolical schemes
Things may unfold in unimaginable extremes.
But as long as the moon in the night sky, beams
The dreamcatcher shall protect all your dreams.

The journey of life may seem hostile
But together we’ll conquer every menacing mile.
Perhaps in me, you’ll see a dreamcatcher for a while
For like a dreamcatcher, I’ll always protect your smile.

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Apart from the lovely individuals that are there in the collage, this poem is also dedicated to Ameet, Anna, Katherine, Fatimah, Shannie, Rulla, Sana, Jane, Ayesha, Malavika, Kritika, Riya & all my other loving followers.

Note: Last night I was on a call with a dear friend of mine, she asked me what were my resolutions for the new year & I replied, “I’ll try to live up to the expectations of others & protect the dreams of my loved ones.” Sometimes I fail to express how I truly value some people in my life so this poem is an attempt to convey my love & respect for the various people around me. In this poem, the dreamcatcher is a symbol of my heart for my loved ones. With my, every heartbeat I sincerely hope that I’m always capable of protecting your happiness & dreams. Happy new year! May this year you & your family attain everything that you’ve ever aspired for. ❤

Selflessly Yours

Sidharth

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Perhaps Tonight, We Shall Meet

In my sorrow-laden eyes
The pale moonlight gently streams.
Although in darkness my lost soul cries
But perhaps tonight, we shall meet in my dreams.

This melancholic moment seems depressingly wild,
As voices in my head scream amidst the dark.
Frozen, I stand alone like a lost child
While nightmares carelessly bleed inside my heart.

I wish… my unspoken desires I could convey
When you were the fragrance of my rhyme.
Sadly things weren’t destined to blossom this way
Because like seasons, people too change with time.

We’re not seraphs gliding on a plutonium plane,
You’re not god nor am l a blessing from the sky.
We’re humans, who fail to value each other the same
& our endless lakes of solitude makes me cry.

Tears of blood, stream down my face
As on your path, I frivolously let you go.
Dancing in your oblivion my memories you’ll replace
But about my feelings perhaps you’ll never know.

We’ll be worthy of each other in some other world
As the distance between us is wider than it seems.
That’s a hope that my mind has impearled
But perhaps tonight, we shall meet in my dreams.

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Note: “If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t they never were…”. 2019 was a pretty depressing year for me on the emotional front & what was even more depressing was the fact that some of the people whom I thought were close to me… decided to abandon me at the various traumatic turns of life. Some may think I’m an attention-seeking narcissist, but honestly, I’m the kind of person whom the people easily replace with other stuff. Regardless of the outcome of our bond, the memories that we shared were sweet & I carry them in my heart. Perhaps our paths may converge in this journey called life but till then hopefully, I’ll be worthy enough to meet in my most beautiful dreams. Happy New Year in advance to everyone! 🙂  

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The Winter Hymn (Collab with Rulla)

Entranced in darkness, I witness the sunlight depart
While snowflakes descend on my hopes that fall apart.
The devil smiles witnessing this cold fiendish art
As my gloom blooms amidst the winter of my heart.

Rays of regret impart destitute like shooting darts
While light hides behind layers of destiny’s artificial charts.
My hopes contracts and breaks into countless parts
While my demons rape my emotions, riding their cynical carts.

Like a serpent, the frost slithers in my every vein
The unforgiving numbness encircles my searing pain.
Palpable nightmares stream in my frozen brain
Yet I sense a divine fire within me that I still contain.

Engulfed by emptiness, tears stream down from my eye
As with every tangible nightmare a new death I die.
The wild howling winds scream a haunting lullaby
While my heart mirrors, the grey shade of the sky.

Under the grey sky that dribbles like melted sapphire
I roar back to fight, for all that I aspire.
I shed the cobwebs of hibernation, feeling my soul’s fire
As a spiritual metamorphosis begins to transpire.

The melancholic clouds begin to condense and retire,
& the adrenaline rush burns my blood like a mystic fire.
While the raging thunder acts as a galvanizing amplifier
Dire circumstances conspire to invigorate the confidence I acquire.

The changing seasons feel like a constellation that’s flawlessly aligned
Spring of life blossoms, while broken pieces are symmetrically combined.
As by nature, my hidden potential gets redefined
I’m resurrected, refined & re-designed by a divine mastermind.

This moment’s darkness may have made me blind
& the frosty vicissitudes may have impaled my mind.
Yet this divine fire in my soul I was destined to find
For if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

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Note: Very often than not, winter is considered as a season that’s filled with gloominess & despair, but rather than being hopeless one should see it as a foundation that builds our character for brighter times that await us in the future. There are times when we feel dark, cold & numb from within due to the various situations of life… it’s at such junctures when we must discover the fire that burns within us, in order to justify our existence & to take a stand for we believe in. I’ve had the immense delight to collaborate with Rulla on this poem, who is a blissful poetic soul in her own right. Please do visit her blog, you’ll be amazed by the depth of her words & thoughts: https://hopefu1romantic.wordpress.com/

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Want To Know You Better

Hey my precious people,
Kritika (please do visit her blog she’s an absolute wizard with words) tagged me for ‘Wanna Know You Better’ and Beckie from Beckie’s Mental Mess tagged her, wherein I would have to answer her questions and would have to follow some simple rules (mentioned below).

Wanna Know You Better:
The idea is for you to create your own post and title it “Wanna Know You Better”. Then mention the one who nominated you and link back here to this post. I will ask 10 “briefly explain” questions and 10 “this or that” questions. Copy all the questions and answer them one by one. Then pass this along as a challenge to any of your favorite bloggers and mention them in your post. You may create your own questions for those you tag if you want to.

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My answers to 10 “briefly explain” questions:

1. What really makes you angry?
A. It’s not the absence of people that haunts you with a feeling of loneliness, sometimes loneliness creeps in when you are surrounded by people who make you feel alone… So yes such fake people make me angry.

2. What is your favorite food that you cannot do without?
A. Paneer (Cottage cheese served in a spicy Indian curry). {PS: I was more possessive about the paneer on my plate than I ever was for any of my exes. xD}

3. What is your biggest fear?
A. Failing to meet the expectations of my loved ones.

4. What has been your biggest accomplishment this year?
A. Buying a Rado watch for my mother… Something that she aspired for ages, there’s a story behind this highlighting the emotional significance. DM me on Instagram / ask me in the comments below if you want to know that story.  

5. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would that be?
A. Most certainly the only place I want to be in is, in the hearts of my readers. ❤

6. What is your favorite method of relieving stress?
A. Poetry, that’s my emotional therapy.

7. Would you rather live on the Moon or Mars for two years?
A. Moon, since childhood moon, has always captivated me. The way it gently shines amidst the darkness as a symbol of hope is something that has always inspired me.

8. Which is your favorite type of weather?
A. Winters… Don’t feel awkward the Indian summer could roast people to their being’s core. xD

9. What is your favorite sport to play or watch?
A. A tie between Cricket & Football (Soccer).

10. Do you enjoy creative efforts to attract readers to your blog?
A. I just like to decorate my darkness to give hope to others who may be going through a similar emotional struggle.

 

My answers to 10 “this or that” questions:

  1. Beach or Mountains? Mountains … hands down
  2. Fish or fried chicken wings? No offense but I’m a vegetarian.
  3. Sydney or Rio De Janeiro? I’m a modest guy, and any of the two would suit me as long as someone pays for my flight tickets. xD 
  4. Swimming or climbing hills? None, being the lazy person I barely make the efforts to get out my blanket on a chilly winter morning.
  5. Steak or Lamb? I’d choose to indulge in photosynthesis. xD I’m a vegetarian.
  6. Summer or Winter? Winter
  7. Countryside or the city? Countryside.
  8. Spring or Autumn? Autumn
  9. Political Science or Statistics? None, my mind isn’t designed to convenience the skills of either of these great subjects. xD
  10. Train or Airplane Ride?’ Airplane (& no it’s not coz of the female air hostesses xD, just love the feeling  when the plane takes off)

 

Thank you Kritika for considering me worthy of your nomination. I’d like to ask the same questions & would nominate everyone who is interested in sharing about their lives. 

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because every individual is a bundle of stories & I’d like to know you better. 🙂 

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Quote: Perception

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Note: There are times when people label & categorize your existence in their heads even though they are oblivious to all the aspects of your situation. They tend to create a false image of you, but my precious don’t let this affect the beauty that breathes & dwells within you. None can truly understand your journey for they can’t walk in your shoes. At the end of the day, you are answerable solely & only to the person you see in the mirror( i.e. yourself). Let the cynics & naysayers think what they want to think about you, their impression of you isn’t your reality. Work in silence & let your success roar about your reality.   

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