Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Magpie Journey Begins

I open my eyes I see not a scene in position.
I look back in mirror I see tatterdemalion dreams, hopes and aspirations.
I close my eyes I see days ahead fulfilling those dreams unrealized and unceasing  jubilation.

written for mag 37

Friday, October 1, 2010

Wait....


I am waiting for you my dear love. My sweet innocent love.
What happened to you? Where did you go? When will you come back? Please don’t fiddle with my heart
I don’t want to tamper in your affairs but I didn’t see you in assembly I didn’t see you in class. I didn’t see you in playground either. I waited yesterday for you till night engulfed the whole world. Till the time even sun refused to come out of its hiding hole. I waited and I am waiting and I will wait for you.
The grim night is imminent and ineluctable …..the moon the stars have lost hope, not even managed to shine today  but I won’t give up….i will wait by this sidewalk , I will go round and around this same park,I will wear the same frock u last saw me in. I lived my life here  now I  will give my life here till the time you come back.


Written for 3WW and Thursday tales

Friday, September 24, 2010

1....3...5...7...10 reasons why “I” hate(d) blogging

1  3 5 7 10 reasons why “I” hate(d) blogging
1)      I am very possessive of my work. If someone evinces more than usual interest in my work I feel suspicious like they are up to something. I think a thousand meaningless senseless questions. “Why did she say that????” “What he meant by that?”

2)      Paradoxically I am very attention craving (its true). I want people to read what I write and like it .I want them to extol me and actually be interested not superficial comments like “it’s nice/good”. I always standing on head of my friends when I make them read my poems just 2 be sure they read.

3)      I always felt that blogging is for those kinds of people who just can’t express their feelings in presence of others; they need a fake face of computer to be themselves (in short losers).

4)      I am a bit of a coward I admit, I didn’t join blog for a long time because I was scared what will acquaintances (not real friends) say about me. In college and in newly joined office somehow my image is tomboyish. If I write some sentimental stuff and they read it….I will be as good as dead.

5)      Also I am not very tech-savvy. Apart from playing games and listening to music I don’t use my laptop at all. (it’s pretty heavy and listening to music is “tad” too interesting)

6)      My mom read my personal diary when I was in third year of my graduation and from that day I swore to God that I would never ever write again in my life.(needless to say at home loads of questions were raised and loads of excuses were generated for my profound behavior cavalier attitude)

7)      Well I think most of the people will agree with me that writing in MS-Word is not very romantic. I am not calligrapher but even the thought of writing with a “mont blanc” pen(nor do I own a mont blanc) on a handmade paper  is beautiful enough for me to detest punching black keys.

8)      I know so many people who flaunt their blogs and their writing is not the best I have read. It feels like blog is a common pair of jeans that all of the toms, dicks and harrys are wearing.
It made (makes) me feel like am the unimportant spec in the universe.

9)      Who doesn’t love money? But money and writing (something so serene) in the same sentence is ugly unwanted and insalubrious potpourri. (I am not saying it’s demeaning to earn money or writing or both it just doesn’t gel well for me.)

10)   Being on net for so long and thinking and writing and surfing and all sorts of stuff consumes too much of time and money (my internet plan is not unlimited and my pocket money is limited). Just doesn’t feel worth it.
 If someone asks me now how do I feel about blogging, I would say “it’s complicated”

Thursday, September 23, 2010

PUT ME WRONG


Thy world can accept a challenge,
Put me wrong.
World that can defeat me in a war,
World that can beat me in a talk,
World that can make me a failure.
That world ne’er been created and
Naught for future to come.
I stand tall, I will ever.
Falling leaves will never make me unhappy.
Ill look for the sun.
World will see my shadow,
Ill walk ahead and reach the sun.
I won’t see my shadow behind me.
World will not defeat me ever.
Thy world can accept challenge,
Put me wrong. Put me wrong.