Friday, May 29, 2009

A Commune With Divinity...

A dialogue with the Almighty...

One evening , watching the rose-dyed pinkish sky,
slowly being swallowed by the night in the offing,
in me there arose a sudden urge for questioning,
“God , why do all things have to die?”…….

“Why is it that the mighty citadel,
standing tall and proud, seemingly impregnable,
someday has to bite the dust and crumble,
with nature and mortals assisting the vandal?”...

“Why does the exotic flower in full bloom,
after some days shrinks and withers away,
just like youth in its vibrancy so gay,
gives way to aging-when greyness starts to loom?”....

“Why do our footprints on the sands in the shore,
get washed away by the frothy waves,
which come and go, as the sea raves,
leaving no trace whatsoever of things from the yore?"...

“Why oh,why..does everything mundane,
one day or the other has to meet its end,
like we mortals-touted to be ‘God-send’,
meet death someday-peacefully or with pain?”…..

God at once replied-“It’s a rule of life, my dear,
a virtuous cycle infusing great novelty,
‘coz the earth’s veins crave for vitality,
every minute, of a day, in a year.”

“So that the new gush of blood in the earth does renew,
the hopes of a much better world to live in,
with that tweaking in the ephemeral life’s din,
for the old order always changeth to yield place to the new”……..

Thursday, May 28, 2009

straight from the heart.....

A Loving Letter…..

Dear Ma, how are you??...long time!!..
dreamt about you and Pa last night,
our trio together in a plush mansion sublime,
against the backdrop of hills, poppies..’neath the morning sun bright….
Savouring every moment as if it were the last,
With the hands of the clock never ticking fast…

Upon waking up,I found my room still and empty,
bringing to my mind the emptiness in your life,
wrought on your heart that is so so dainty,
ever since I came out here, where the rains are rife,
reminding me of the tears streaming down your eyes,
missing me every moment….now lies!!!

I heard you crying silently that night in your room,
the following day I was supposed to set out,
even Pa’s puffy eyes betrayed …anxiety and gloom,
worries about his little gal had kept him pacing about.
That morning when I left, you cried like your heart would break,
For the first time showing the weakling in you-all for my sake.

Alas..why has it dawned upon me-now of all the times bygone,
That how kind and nice God has been to me,
that to such caring and wonderful parents, I was born.
Tell Pa,I miss his strong shoulders-like the boughs of a tree,
always there to cry on when something went awry,
terribly missing you ma-our long chats-when there was no need to hurry.

'Coz the place where I stay is a very busy one,
there is no time for heart-to-heart talks like ours.
Though you would have been proud,had you known,
how matured your gal has turned in dealing with chores,
of making world a better place to live in…and
having pledged to make everyone’s future on earth grand!!

Now for some confession-even I had cried ,
till dawn that night-feigning that some particulate matter,
was pricking instead-when u had asked-sorry I lied,
so that it would make you both feel stronger and better.
Do take care of yourself and Pa, dear mother,
all else is fine-will join you both some time later.

attempts @poetry


Reminiscences of my childhood keeping rushing forth in my mind-some fresh..some perished…..
Oh those small innocent precious moments ,I have always cherished,
But alongside them, the thoughts of the childhoods less fortunate,
By way of my thoughts ,in my mind emanate.
Of those childhoods which have been devoid,
Of rights ,making ‘happiness’ sound perfectly void..
Their breaths snatched away from some with unabashed brutatlity,
Even before they could come to the world as an entity.
Or that childhood which lived for an iota without a name,
And died wretchedly with its owner –bearing the same anonymity with which it came.
Of that childhood led in the abominable apparition,
Of obliquy and prostitution..
The larcerated youngs minds struggling in multitude,
Some with non-existent disposition but some with a languor of fortitude.
But till when can this courage survive,
With the slow gait childhood is allowed to thrive?
The circumstance coupled with the ruthless world,
Bent upon destroying the very innocence of childhood at its lithe mould…
This unanswered query which faces,
Every heart that grimaces,
The rigors experienced by countless lives,
Simply marauded with invisible knives.

My tribute to these less fortunates,
And a prayer to God, never to scourge a child to such a state……

attempts @ poetry


On such a sultry ,hot eve,
after a long agonizing day,
the cool caressing breeze makes it hard to believe,
the day time rigors wrought by the tropical sun’s foray
burning the body but extinguishing the blaze of human soul
as if the sufferings of us mortals is its only goal….

attempts @poetry


It was like a slow fuse in the act of exploding,
a barrel of gunpower…making everything in its wake worth nothing…
The sound of the whipping of the winds a lash,
Making all and sundry….pray for it to be not too harsh…
The diabolic wind swept morosely through the place,
Slaughtering everything mortal coming its way..devoid of any grace..
leaving them to die wretchedly and lie rotten or bloating in the water,
Without even a shroud-save the gloomy dark sky as shelter.
For even those who were spared by fortune,
the wind had left everything rummaged up in a dune,
of dead kins to mourn for,
only tears, wails and corpses in store….
It was like a war in which both the victorious and the vanquished,
are crushed ,after the little friction turned-blast exploded and got them annihilated.
As, so did the innocent dead,
fight with the ill-gotten fate to which they were sentenced,
before the coldness of eternity overcame them,
only their silence to sing a ghastly requiem,
of their struggles to save dear life,
which was as in vain as the cut of a blunt knife.
After an unlimited destruction wrought on us, even the wind,
Died away imminently…died the death of a ruthless fiend..
Leaving them again to the mercy of God and fate,
In a numb indifferent state…..
It was indeed the Dusk of the Gods…
Their hardness towards their plight…the “great” almighty……..

my attempt at story writing.....



She was bored.The music was pumping.The drinks were flowing.And she was
dressed to kill.She stood in front of the bar,running her eyes over the
couples slow-dancing.And then she saw him...all those years at sleuthing
had sharpened Sonia's perception to a great extent...though his was a
face she could never forget...she felt jittery or was it the drink at
She tried to put on a coquettish air and his prancing eyes caught sight
of her instantly.He moved towards her with a slight swagger."Today is
going to be the nemesis-a criminal on the prawl,and a dangerous one at
that!"-she thought.With a sly move,she looked askance at sleuth Simons
and beckoned him furtively to be on guard."Hullo, can i buy you a drink..
...?-he asked in a charming tone."Ah sure!but may i know your name
please?"-said Sonia."I am Paul",he answered with that loutish chuckle
she despised so much......
The drink lasted an hour and they talked on various topics and she was
at her pleasing best..."Oh!!isn't it very stuffy inside?..a walk up
cliff and back won't be too much to ask for i guess?",said Sonia
batting her eyelids."Oh sure" said Paul with a leer.As they were
walking past the trees towards the now-deserted cliff-side,vignettes
of that dark night came flashing back-the car nosediving into the
deep ravine.. taking gargantuan turns and then being blown to
smithereens..."It would be the end of it all today",she thought.

Just then,she felt the sharp nudge of a pistol."I had recognised
you the moment i set my eyes on you...Keep still lady or my pistol
will do the talking!!..and you better tell your lackeys to steer
clear off my way,RIGHT NOW!!!",said Paul.She gestured them to stop
where they she was dragged at gunpoint towards the cliff..
..she thought-"This man is the only thorn in the flesh,the reason
behind all my plans ending up in a mess...blackmailing me,extorting
money out of me..will you?..blood gushed into her veins,she lunged
forward and caught hold of the pistol,there was a struggle-a shot-
a thud-and then a lull...her associates came running from their ambush
to find her lying dazed near a motionless body.

"I have done it!!",sonia thought truimphantly."Now i am free..kudos
to my skills at trapping and getting rid of him...the sole witness
to my crime-the cleverly planned murder of my rich uncle that
appeared to be an I am free to splurge the money
and have a lavish at last!!!"

My attempts....

This was a poem i had written for poetry competition while at school...surprisingly it won a prize!!

The sun has set in the western skies,
And has shed its pearly haze,
The ears are devoid of the birds’ cries,
As they go homeward-bound far away from our gaze.
As it grows darker, the world seems still,
An unknown fear in our hearts does the nature instill…..

But the moon, with its mellowed rays,
Breaks the chrysalis of fear one is cloistered in.
it arouses strange emotions…those which both startle and bring dismay,
Of love, of sorrow and of remembrance of one’s kin…
Alas! who can relish its silvery gaze??
But the mortal who has toiled hard in the days….

It might make a fair lady beholding it recall,
Her coquettish good old days,
When she used to be the “Belle of the Ball”,
And hence been compared to the moon and its rays..
Or it may be, for a sly man, a self guide,To make him realize his hideousness like the
moon's other side……

Saturday, May 23, 2009


friends..this is a time when my mind is riddled with varied questions-about my future, my dreams,my aspirations,my hopes,my career etc etc.....waiting at that juncture in life where i would be undergoing yet another transition..a metamorphosis like the one which young tadpoles undergo which transforms them into full grown adults..and just like those young tadpoles,even i experience alternate waves of confusion,excitement,fear,delight-only thing is i am able is express it out but those poor reptiles cannot..
how would it feel to be left -all of a sudden- to face the world alone???....what would it be like to be away from home..away from the cocooned comforts bestowed upon me by my parents??..what will my life at mumbai-the city of dreams-be like?? ..are some of the unanswered questions which have been haunting me since a few days..and which i try to brush off by relegating them to the back of my mind but promising myself to think about them at some later date(a typical procrastinator at that!!)..very much like scarlett o' hara-the protagonist of the all time classic Gone with the wind(which happens to my favourite novel too)...well for a girl like me who has always been a darling in her family ,i guess it is going to be difficult...
Always getting excused by papa for those "trivial" mistakes ..the molly-coddling ,being coaxed and cajoled by mummy to have some more of the lip-smacking sabzi....being offered the best chicken piece by didi..are the memories which i am undoubtedly going to cherish for the rest of my life...these happen to be some of the many apparently unfair privileges which the youngest child in a family usually enjoys..i would define it as a quirk of the ovarian lottery...whatever the case may be ..i have always relished the undue advantage of being the younger one of 2 siblings...
I know only too well that right now-just as i am blogging-my papa and mummy might also be brooding about the sudden emptiness in the offing...worrying and wondering whether i would be able to take care of for me,life suddenly seems very short for the people and things i dote on.....
On the other hand there lies the excitement of a fun-filled college life ahead again...friends,chitchat,birthday bumps,movies together,freaking out..only a fortunate few get the chance to live it out once again...guess i am one of them...the delight of pursuing something which i have always been interested in-the development of the world,making it a better place to live in-serves as a morale-booster too....yet..i hope everyone would agree that 24 years is a long time and the affinity happens to be very strong at such a point of matter what.
often i find myself holding back the tears that well up in my eyes when i realize that these might be the last of those carefree days with my family...would miss the invitingly saying branches of the trees in the summer breeze and everything else about bhubaneswar-the place where i have grown up....uummm..can't write anymore coz i dont want tears streaming down my face and my parents watching me crying ..i know they would break down too...also i happen to be a strong believer in the cliche "whatever happens happens for good" be it!!...but this cliche indeed is a very important one in my life-about which i am going to elucidate u soon....but for now...time is running out and i want to savour each moment with ma and pa....

Thursday, May 21, 2009


dear friends!!!welcome to my has always been my dream since childhood to author some books and as an attempt towards fulfilling it I used to write short stories on whichever topics that used to interest me the most-incidently it used to be thrillers and horror stories then! i grew up the aspirations of the writer in me grew up too...and now i have got my hands on blogging!i guess its one of the best ways of bringing forth ones thoughts without any inhibitions...more like a modern-day diary about one's thoughts,day-to-day activities etc...i do hope my blog brings forth all the shades of my life.wont it be really great to be reminiscing at some later part of life about all that we have gone through??...well i think it would be great...especially now that i am going to step into a new phase of wonderful it would be to go through the vivid hues of life once more and to live through all the golden moments and savour the all over again!!...the words "shades" and "hues" might give an impression of an artist or a painter..well..rightly so..painting happens to be one of the passions of my life...another way to express its various facets..So i do hope that my blog turns out to be an interesting read, a help to the readers(if there are any!!).i also hope that it brings to the fore the best in me and carve out a good personality for me through the introspections and retrospections...that too in a phase in which i am to undergo a major transition..about which i will be penning my thoughts soon...