When a year passes by

When a year passes by it leaves behind lot of reminiscences

I have an unfinished book and I don’t know if Veronica dies

I couldn’t complete a season and I still don’t know

the 13^th reason of 13 reasons why

Winter has not yet come for me in the Game of Thrones

as I find it rather too engaging and sometimes gross

I have a half-written poem and words just refuse to flow

I also have a blog page untouched since a month

I have a dairy with ten ways to cook chicken

and have tried only the first two

I follow a website that states the most scenic places

to travel

I have a travel bag and even a travel kit,

but still waiting to go on a long vacation

I had huge plans that didn’t materialize

I had many dreams that didn’t transpire

However, I have nothing to be flustered about

As this is how life presents itself

unfinished, undone and unacquired

This is what is living in the world like

Having a little, doing a little and giving a little

Perfection is rather boring and so is being complete

And here I am at the dawn of a new year

Wanting a little, dreaming a little and

most importantly living my unimportant life

When a year passes by, I realise that this is all

that is left in this beautiful life

The simple pleasures, the unfinished joys,

some old abandoned stuff and yet something new to dive

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Silence

Where did the blissful silence go?

Silence that made me think slowly.

Silence that opened a world of dreams.

Silence that made me speak to myself.

The tiny rain drops that were loud and clear,

In an evening of the blissful silence.

The cricket that sang and could still be heard,

The oil and spices that sizzled through the kitchen doors,

The kitten that would mew in the courtyard,

And the frog that made a noise on the stairs,

The bangles that made me feel granny’s presence,

The sound of water flowing while she cleaned the dishes

and wiped them dry.

That made me feel secure and happy at home.

That silence would make me lie down lazily,

Without caring for the world outside,

Without caring about the chaos of life,

That was the pleasure of being young,

When you still believed in promises,

When you still hoped for a fairy tale to come true,

When you still had a smile on seeing a box of candies,

When happiness was a cycle ride in the woods,

When a pocket full of coins made you feel rich,

When climbing a tree was the most amazing part of the day,

When falling from it would still not hurt,

When you lined up to hear the same story again and again,

When you still listened to your heart,

When the silence of your mind was not crowded

with reason, outcomes, targets and plans.

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To Winter

Oh winter your chillness can’t take the warmth of my mind

For it draws inspiration from the stories I discover

Stories in the fragments of my unsettled life

Stories in the innocence of smiles and depth of tears

Stories in the white lies and specks of hope

Stories in exasperation and reconciliation

For it draws comfort in the still words and long lines

The untold verses and dreams so divine 

The act of kindness and faculty of forgiveness

The charm of imagination and power of enlightenment

The grip of hands and caress of love

The colours of tomorrow and memories of yesterday

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Form of Art

To find beauty in plain,
To find romance in routine,
To find warmth in shades,
Is an art.

I think when mundane things become charming, when you find beauty where you thought it would never exist and the most routine job starts cheering you up, perhaps somewhere down the line you have found the underlying meaning. That you feel happy when you wish to be and that you see beauty where you want to see it. Perhaps this realization alone brings in the form of art. 


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New Dawn

Hold on the wave of tears
Settle down the roar of fears
Move on as if there is no turning back
March ahead as there is nothing you lack
Life is meant to go on
And there is always a new dawn ..

True Love

Every word I speak
Every line I write
Every time I breathe
I know I love you

#To love that is forever ...

Colours

The azure sky,
The blue sea,
The grey clouds,
The green trees,
The green lakes,
The golden sun,
The yellow flowers,
The brown lane,
The white pebbles,
It's a divine gift to see colours,
Why waste it on judging skin colours.

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