Tuesday, December 27, 2011
I, SUNSET AND MY SOULMATE
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
CURSED NOSTALGIA II
Those were the days
CURSED NOSTALGIA I
dark red corner
Safely settled, it brought
a few happy memories,
a few sad moments.
Opaque, this corner
My soul’s light,
the soft corner
Monday, October 17, 2011
I WANDER AMONGST WONDERLANDS
Little I am, in my heart of hearts, I believe so. And my mind, it wanders amongst the myriad lands, spanning both dreams and reality. Unlike my grown-up thoughts, my dreams revolve around in the fantasy lands, be it being Alice while in Wonderland or Finding Neverland wherein we didn't have to grow up. I too have dreamt numerous times of trips to those enchanted places, and that's why I still feel rejuvenated seeing those fantasy movies. Amy Adam’s ‘Enchanted’ and Anne Hathaway’s ‘Ella Enchanted’ are also fairytale movies that gave me the same gratification. Sometimes I wonder if a trip to Disneyland can fulfill my dreams or cure me of few horrid nightmares, but each time I end up realizing that it cannot be so. Maybe I should really give my dreams a few wings, fly perhaps to Disneyland and find if its really so. Until then, I must content my heart by penning down whatever I feel.
For a twenty year old damsel from a small town trying to adjust to the demands of the metro lifestyle, while juggling between sincere pursuance of education and love, life's tough. Life in an alien land, where people are more concerned about their looks and clothes rather than their thoughts and emotions, where malls and plastic smiles abound, I feel suffocated. At times like this, my heart reaches out to those beautiful places in the movies I see or books I read while cosying up in my bed and I relish them in reverie.
Ah! Hope I'm not turning into a lunatic. Sometimes I wonder what if I never actually grow up, and this feeling bugs me more when I see my friends engrossed in some good horror or drama movies while I await to see some wonderland. It's not that I don't see or enjoy other kinds, it is just that these kinds of movies which talks of fairy tales and dreamlands makes me feel satiated. At times I get so much into the skin of them that I feel, think dream like the protagonist itself. I always love dreaming of beautiful lands and unreal creatures around me, as if I’m living in a fairytale. For me, even fairytales are real, I know some of you (especially girls) would understand the feeling and agree with me.I know we all want to grow up fast when we're young, but then don't you sometimes reflect upon your childhood memories and yearn to live those fantasies in a wonderland? I do.
What if there is a real neverland or a real wonderland? What if we are yet to explore them?
I wish it really was like that. I would have been the happiest person on earth if I would be the first one to explore them. Even the movie ‘A Little Princess’ made me visit a beautiful dreamland. India, my country has been portrayed like a wonderland for the little girl in the movie. But the depressing fact is, India actually isn’t like that anymore. I wonder if it was so thousands of years ago. But then, I feel so awful when I realize that if it was so I wasn’t born then and I’m born in the twentieth century and that I’ll always have to live in the twenty-first century that ought to make every person practical and not dreamy. I wonder where these dreams of mine would actually lead me. Often, I dream of writing something that would talk of my dreamlands when I have a decent career or rather, wonderlands. But, oftentimes I also end up dreaming that these will lead me to nothing and that I will end up ruining my career because in my prime, I’m actually living in dreams most of the time.
But, without these dreams, I’m never me. I love being a little girl, running around in nightmares and dreams. I don’t care if the world isn’t like me, but I believe, in my heart of hearts that one day, my dreams of being in a wonderland would surely come true. There, in that beautiful land, I would run along with amazing creatures, vivid and dreamy. I would land in a land of pink grasses, yellow trees with green trunks, bluebirds, purple, red, white and orange flowers with pearls as their leaves, castles made of gold, silver and diamonds and the whole world there would be like a smiling rainbow.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
CONFESSIONS OF A YOUNG BRIDE
Thursday, September 15, 2011
ESCAPING THE REAL
TWO SOULMATES AND A WINTER EVENING
Sitting cross-legged on the terrace floor
Leaning on the half-wall
Staring at the evening stars
With my dearest friend,
I spent a dreamy evening.
As the hues of twilight
Slept on us,
Our hearts cried as we smiled
And talked about our dreary lives.
Forgetting every bad dream
We felt each other’s words
Talked to our heart’s content
Fulfilling our empty souls.
Long talks we had
On angels and witches,
Love and longing,
Hatred and mood swings.
We sat there, talking.
Letting our bleak present go away,
Munching crispy ‘kurkures’
We sat there, talking.
Stars shimmered above us
Moonbeams kissed us
And we shivered
In the cold winter night.
The mist enveloping us,
We felt our third eyes
Analyzed dreams,
Understood visions
And finding their meanings
Left the terrace happily
Feeling honey-sweet inside;
Forgetting that another dark night
Would be awaiting us.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
A WINTRY MYSTERY
Down the mountains, after nightfall
Mystical the air feels,
The trees let their remaining foliage
ruffle in the wind
As it turns darker.
A voice is always heard,
A staccato singing
And very sweet
Soft, mellifluous, but
flows monotonously, as if
Speaking of her own untimely death
To her lover—still alive.
In this ghostly milieu,
Flickers a feeble gleam
In the dead of the night
But the next morn, you see
Nothing unusual, everything fine.
Conifers down the hills,
Wild flowers fragrant and fresh,
Birdies flying high and the
Shepherd bringing sheep to graze.
But that midnight again
Appears the dim flickering light
And the maiden sings…
Winter ends, and also ends
The enigmatic air, but
Only till next winter!
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
A SOLITARY BROOK
enjoying nature's bounty I wrote it when I went to Bhutan for a picnic party :)
Amidst the boulders and trees,
The hillocks and hills
Flows a rill here and there
Whispering into my ears.
I sit here writing
With you in my mind
Watching the flowing stream
With a blossom sailing by.
Rushing through the rocks
With such a tremendous force,
Bubbling water to bubbles
The stream flows by.
Pebbles I see here, under the water
Crystal clear,
And to the green above,
Dense darks I can see
In the midst of blue hues
And grassy greens…
Beyond this greenery,
A black bird perches at a branch end,
On a tree with red blooms,
A tree with leaves very rare.
But suddenly, in the course of
the whistles of water,
The bird flies away,
High above the zenith
High above the clouds.
As I write, a robin flies over
the pebbles and water,
And as I look
He flies into the infinity.
I keep on writing
As you seem to be here,
I keep on writing because
To my soul, you are near.
Singing a chorus and
Making whistling whispers
with the pebbles and boulders
The solitary brook flows by.