Wednesday, July 6, 2011

PARADISE









Like the
Dewdrop on the petal
Your kiss
Lingers on my lips
Your eyes
Dark with desire
Breathes fire
To my parched soul
Like soft silk
Draping my body
Your touch
Tantalizes me
Like the cool breeze
Your whispers
Mesmerizes me
Your love
Scintillates me
I swoon
To your tunes
We fall
Into the abyss
We rise
To the skies
We drown
In the whirlpool of joy
We ride
The waves of ecstasy
We lay
Enthralled and entwined
In this
Land of fantasy!

Monday, July 4, 2011

BROKEN DREAMS





She was a doll
Living and breathing
She was a dawn
Young and promising
She was a fountain
Bubbly and sparkling
She wanted a life
Of love and romancing
She married her Prince
Who was handsome and charming.

He said, he loved her
And she was his Queen.
He soon imprisoned her
Not in love, but in spite,
He breathed fire with hate
In a wink, he changed her fate.
A doll no more,
She was now bruised and swollen
Picking pieces of a spirit broken
Wounded, scalded and
Her dream shattered.
She awaited death
It was all that mattered!!!

VIRTUALLY EXHAUSTED


This was the one thing I vehemently opposed to be brought home. But my ‘not wanting’ was over ridden by my son’s ‘wanting’ that the whole world conspired  with him( mainly my husband) and he got his much desired XBOX 360.

The story unfolded this way. Somehow, I end up being my son’s companion and chaperone to all the super hero and kiddies movies. With the 3D movies in vogue, which I really detest because it is pathetic to view a 3D movies on a normal screen with over-sized plastic specs or the unshaped cardboard specs where you have to scrunch up your nose to keep them from falling or have to hold it in place to have a proper view. So, the movie in question was Transformers 3.

Then, the dad and the daughter duo that had come to pick us up, knowing that the movie was not going to end anytime soon decided to shop for some “toys” for themselves. My daughter bought a camera (for an upcoming inter-school photography competition) Hubby bought an iphone. Then, they were waiting for my son to decide between PS3, Wii or an XBOX. “Jab sab the razee, kya karegi maaji?” I had to grin and bear it all. My hubby blissfully was oblivious to the hole these toys were burning in his pockets!

This weekend saw the family spending some quality time together in front of this idiotic box. We were laughing, hi-fi ing, swearing and acting funny. More than anything else, we sweated it out. Literally! I assumed myself to be fit. But a round of air boxing with my son was a pain in the arm. We ran in place, we jumped, we kicked, and we hit…and were exhausted by this virtual technology.

I have extracted a promise from my son that he will go down and play the real games with his real friends in the real world.  It will take about a week’s time….he will be holed at home, then the novelty will wear off and he will be back into the real world.

Any day I would prefer the real.

Friday, July 1, 2011

WHAT DOES FREEDOM MEAN TO ME?



Today's post is in conjunction with the Blog-A-Licious Blog Tour a fantastic blog hop that brings together bloggers of all genres, backgrounds and locations. In today's hop, the blog featured before "http://janukulkarni.blogspot.com/ " is "http://ryderislington.wordpress.com/".
The blog featured after "http://janukulkarni.blogspot.com/" is the captivating 
"http://totsymae.com". Enjoy the tour!




What does Freedom mean to me?

A few days back a ‘friend’ of mine, NJ (he is a writer and very good at it - http://www.nithinjacob.com/ )on FB posted a status which was a line from the song, ‘ Final cut’, by Pink Floyd.

And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?”

Isn’t it true that most of us hide our weaknesses? Right from our childhood we are taught and also we learn from experiences growing up; to overcome our fears, our insecurities and shortcomings to name a few. We are told to be strong and not cry like babies. Which is not bad at all. And we learn…to pretend without meaning to be pretentious, to lie without any malicious intentions. We learn to wear masks as and when needed. We learn to unlearn and we are just humans.

The secret of happiness is freedom. The secret of freedom is courage”- Thucydides quotes.

To me freedom means to be courageous. Courage to express myself, unmasked. Courage to accept myself and to be accepted with all my short comings and idiosyncrasies. Courage to accept others as they are without being judgemental (easier said than done).Courage to oppose misuse of my vulnerability, courage to follow the desires of my heart and dreams……courage to be me.

“Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes”- M.Gandhi.



1. Sonia Rumzi - http://soniarumzi.com/
4. Karen - http://britsunited.blogspot.com/15. Karen - http://karenvwasylowski.blogspot.com/  

Monday, June 27, 2011

MY FIRST WIN.........:D



ANNOUNCEMENT!!

The WINNER of LMVODI Contest No. 1 is Janaki Nagaraj

for her story
"She touched her heart, to feel their beats. She was sitting there numb and immobile for hours. She'd led a battered life till now, if it can be called "life". She wanted to feel, live and come alive. She got up, crossed the threshold with a smile on her lips."
which earned 11 likes. CONGRATULATIONS!!
Keep writing.. :)

Saturday, June 25, 2011

BLOG-A-LICIOUS

Writing wasn’t easy to start. After I finally did it, I realized it was the most direct contact possible with the part of myself I thought I had lost, and which I constantly find new things from. Writing also includes the possibility of living many lives as well as living in any time or world possible. I can satisfy my enthusiasm for research, but jump like a calf outside the strict boundaries of science. I can speak about things that are important to me and somebody listens. It’s wonderful!!
Virpi HΓ€meen-Anttila


Hello friends,


Today's post is in conjunction with the Blog-A-Licious Blog Tour a fantastic blog hop that brings together bloggers of all genres, backgrounds and locations. In today's hop, the blog featured before "http://janukulkarni.blogspot.com/ " 
is "http://royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com/ ". The blog featured after "http://janukulkarni.blogspot.com/" is the captivating 
" http://tinahoggatt.wordpress.com/". Do stop by and say hello plus some of us are having giveaways and contests. Enjoy!

WRITING TO ME IS………..

What does one say when asked – what does breathing, eating or bathing mean to them? The answer will be…they are the basic necessities of life
.

As breathing is essential to living, so is writing to me. It is an integral part of my existence. As food is to the body, so is writing to my soul. It satiates me. Bathing is a healthy practice. Writing keeps my mind healthy, cleanses my mind and keeps unwanted thoughts at bay.

When you are in love with words, they seduce you, excite you. Writing is my passion. It is my eternal love story and I do not have to worry about heartbreak here.

That thing which is done mindfully and consciously with concentration is meditation. While writing I am totally focused, I shut myself out from the external world. Writing is sacred and holy. Writing is a blam, and is therapeutic.

It’s only words, words is all I have…” (Song by Boyzone) applies to me and to all those talented writers out there. Writing is my art …. I create sentence, stories and poems which elicit feelings and images everyone can relate to.

Writing to me is fun where I play with words. It’s a wonderland of imagination, a fusion of fantasy and reality.

Last but not the least, writing to me is my identity. It is me, my voice, my thoughts, and my reflections. I am influenced by what I read, but what I write is essentially me.

“Why do writers write? Because it isn't there”
Thomas Berger

Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self. 
Cyril Connolly

I would like to include a poem, my first poem ..

HOPE.
Steps so light,
As if flying in the air,
Leaves so green,
Were they ever there?

Was I blind?
Or just oblivious,
Engrossed, maybe didn’t care!

Do you really exist
Or is it just a dream?
Do I feel you
Or is it just a game?

Feelings, they make you
And then break you
Some just don’t have a name!

Are you the one who makes the world go round
Or is my head spinning?
Are you the grace I have been looking for
Or is it the mirage within?

Am I blessed
Or being cursed,
The answer lies therein!

No rhyme, no reason
Life has its ways.
Few rights, many wrongs
HOPE IS A RAY!

Thank you.

 Now then there are other blogs on this tour that just might have a book that may inspire you here is the list of blogs on the tour.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

LIFE- I CANNOT UNDERSTAND YOU FOR THE LIFE OF IT!



“This is life”…………I had been waiting for this moment for months; hadn’t I been visualizing it. The adventure thrilled me at the same time, doubts gnawed me. Yet, I did it! Pushing myself with sheer will, casting aside my fear, step by step until there were no more steps to climb. The thrill and excitement of achieving, however small the goal, is immense. Yes! This is life.

“Is this life?”……….I stand beside my loved one who is in eternal sleep. There are words buried in the depths of my heart which couldn’t take the form of speech. The heart weighs a ton, tears cannot help unburden. Helplessness, regret, guilt, sorrow- all these dark forces have chained me, entering my every pore, every cell; they have imprisoned me.

There are times in our LIFE when we are happy, excited and euphoric and want to shout – This is Life!

And then, there are times when we are weighed down and question – Is this Life?

Life- What is it?

According to Oxford Dictionary Life means (i) The condition of being able to function and grow
                                                                             (ii) The existence of an individual
                                                                             (iii) Particular type or aspect of existence
                                                                             (iv) Living things and activities
                                                                              (v) Vitality or energy.

Do all these definitions sum up Life?

Is Life what it is or what we make out of it? Maybe both.

When we are born our Life is an empty canvas. As we grow, we start filling the canvas with pictures, with stories. We paint colours, myriad of them, breath ‘life’ into the stories and make it alive. Sometimes the pictures are black and white or maybe shades of gray. Life is a kaleidoscopic.


Life is a song- “Those who wish to sing will always find a song”- Swedish Proverb.

Life is a challenge- Accept it. Err…sometimes it is mandatory and we have no choice.

Life is a game – We win some, we lose some but participation matters. (As if we have a say in this!)

Life is a sacrifice – Yeah, yeah, been there done that. To gain something you have to lose something, this saying offers little solace, isn’t it?

Life is……….(you can keep adding whatever you feel appropriate)


Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood.”- Helen Keller.

We go on living, making sense out of nonsense, making memories and experiences till the grand finale…death.

We make a Life out of our Life and live it!


LIFE….

Hands extended,
Heart so warm,
Twinkle in the eyes,
Smile to charm.

Should I embrace you?
Should I be skeptic?
Hey, Life your are so mystique.

Charmed, warmed, I dance along
To your melody so sweet,
I skip,  hop and waltz around
To your heart beats.
 I fly, I soar with faith abound
Under your wings,
The ebb, the flow, I believe so
Is an intoxicating drink.
I stumble, I fall, I crawl along
Lift my morale and spirit.
I cry, I hope, I reach above
Hey, Life is to be lived!


Sunday, June 19, 2011

DESERT STORM










Alone in the desert
Middle of nowhere
Searching for direction
Leading to LaLa land

Rogue wind blows
Indicating a storm
The mind is in turmoil
Can I hide or run?

The force takes me by surprise
Leaves me gasping for breath
Searching to hold on to something
Preventing my fall down to earth

Wind rips me apart
Layer by layer
There I lay stripped,
Unmasked, with just a prayer

The worst has passed
Revealing my soul
Am I not still here
Without crying foul?

Stone becomes a diamond
Passing through the hell
Character reveals strength
When you come out of shell

Middle of the desert
Lying on the ground
Covered with sand
I have come undone

I stand straight
Head held high
I carry on walking
Without as much as a sigh!

Thursday, June 16, 2011

MY BABY AND I


Face contorted
Crying to complain
Wrinkled skin
I forgot my pain

Tiny fingers
Tinier toes
Her fingers grab mine
Never to let go

Cord is cut
But not the bond
The heart is filled 
With feelings profound

We grow together
My baby and I
She mirrors me
We are so much alike

Now all of fifteen
Wonder how years flew by?
Seems like yesterday
That I held my bundle of joy

I love her so
And so does she
All I can do, God
Is to thank thee!!!

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

JOURNEY


“You will become a clerk in some government office”- my teacher always used to tell me. Reason, I liked to write.

I remember, when we were in school, we had to keep our class work books at school itself. We were allowed to take them home a couple of weeks before the exams and had to return each book the same day of the examination depending on the subject. Intelligent (read ‘stupid’) as I was at the age, I thought – “Why unnecessarily carry the book tomorrow, when I can return it today itself?” So, I returned the science note book a day before the science exams! Result? No book to study from for the next day’s exams! My tuition teacher made me write the whole book, which I was only happy too.

Later, when in college I used to help my brother by writing his engineering notes for him and a couple of his friends. Ofcouse, I charged money for every page I wrote and for every picture I drew.
I used to go to British Library, look up reference books and make note. My friends happily xeroxed them….making a fine use of my efforts. I studied English Literature in college, but it wasn’t a conscious decision then, the foundation needed to hone my writing skills.

As far as I can remember, books have always been a part of my daily life. My earliest memory is when I was 3-4 years old; mom used to take me and my brother to the library every other day, I firmly perched on her waist and my brother, holding her hand. To get to the library we had to cross over a small over bridge and a railway track….it was adventurous even then to my young mind and that’s why I remember it so well. Thus started my long standing love affair with books.

Mom was an avid reader…maybe found an escape, took flight in her imaginary world of words, a world of fantasy. Books seduced her as they have been seducing me.

I got married, had kids…life went on and all the while I was feeling a strange unrest in my heart. A dissatisfaction which grew by the day……slowly turning into frustration. My heart was weighing a ton all the while. I knew, I wanted to do something, but wasn’t sure or wasn’t able to pinpoint as to what that ‘something’ was. I knew I wanted to write….what? How? Eluded me. Frankly, I was a chicken, didn’t have the courage to get started. I was filled with self doubt – Will I be good enough? Will I be able to reach out to the likeminded audience? But, more than for others I had to write for myself.

First, I had to find my voice, then fine tune it, add my own notes, and then modulate it to suit different emotions and feelings.

I owe a lot to my friend Mamatha for getting me started…..and few others for encouraging me unconditionally. Day by day I started gaining confidence. And here I am blogging since 5 months, getting good response. Slowly, the blanket of heaviness is being lifted off my chest. My mind is no longer idle; it is working overtime searching for words, words with meaning. It is not the same every day. Someday I am at total loss of words; turning my head upside down to find some and then, there are days when ideas flood my mind….finding peace only when I have penned them down.

At last, the journey has begun; I have taken the flight of fancy and baby, I want to go places!!!