Not a Gram More, Not a Gram Less.

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I will be a spark.

Momentary. For that is all required to bring to the fore

The missing candor.

I will be the azure.

Yes, I will pass through every lined page.

I will be the laughter, that big one.

Tears with glee will entrap me in the memory cage.

I will be the window.

The one that opens to the world

And focuses on the life that has unknowingly blurred.

Silence and peace is what I dream to be now.

I will encompass all the sourness within my large sweep

And dive into the love that is way too deep.
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Some things carry this amazing talent to ease us off every time we experience the charm in them. Following is one such thing for me.

That Which Cannot Be Expressed.

You don't know which thing might move you to tears unless you experience it. You don't know which thing might touch your heart and take you to another land unless you feel it. You don't know what is there beneath few lines unless you breathe along with every word of it.

Sigh!

Few days back, my friend introduced me to the poetry of one of the most outstanding poets and philosophers Jalal-ad-Din Rumi, a Turkish Sufi. Honestly, I carried some knowledge about this great man but never really spent time to read his fantastic work...his quotations.

Yes, that day in the metro I gulped in some of his most throbbing words and experienced something that I can never articulate in few expressions. It is either indeed ineffable or I am too naive or callow to look for some worthy appreciation. All I can say is that this man's words which were recorded somewhere in the 13th Century moved a teenage girl to tears in the 21st Century. See how amazing it is. We say that people change with time but do you find any change in the inner soul of every homosapien? For I believe that many before me would have shed tears while reading the same lines. Many before me would have felt a strong and powerful connection the way I did. So how am I different to those nth number of people?

Think.

Anyway following is the one that I am talking about. You can read his other quotations here.

“Like This 

If anyone asks you 
how the perfect satisfaction 
of all our sexual wanting 
will look, lift your face 
and say, 

Like this. 

When someone mentions the gracefulness 
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof 
and dance and say, 

Like this. 

If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is, 
or what "God’s fragrance" means, 
lean your head toward him or her. 
Keep your face there close. 

Like this. 

When someone quotes the old poetic image 
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon, 
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings 
of your robe. 

Like this. 

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead, 
don’t try to explain the miracle. 
Kiss me on the lips. 

Like this. Like this. 

When someone asks what it means 
to "die for love," point 
here. 
If someone asks how tall I am, frown 
and measure with your fingers the space 
between the creases on your forehead. 

This tall. 

The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns. 
When someone doesn’t believe that, 
walk back into my house. 

Like this. 

When lovers moan, 
they’re telling our story. 

Like this. 

I am a sky where spirits live. 
Stare into this deepening blue, 
while the breeze says a secret. 

Like this. 

When someone asks what there is to do, 
light the candle in his hand. 

Like this. 

How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob? 
Huuuuu. 

How did Jacob’s sight return? 
Huuuu. 

A little wind cleans the eyes. 

Like this. 
When Shams comes back from Tabriz, 
he’ll put just his head around the edge 
of the door to surprise us 

Like this.” 
― Rumi

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Time for some good news now: I feel elated to announce that Mirage got it's first award by two of my lovely blogger friends. Yayyyyy!!!! It is a complete honor to receive the award. Thank you so much Keirthana and Sumitra. You both made me SOOOOOOOO HAPPY.

<3 <3

Crimson.

Metal souls at war

Fed on bullets and dressed with

That crimson water.

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Written for: 104th prompt at Haiku Heights.

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When I Live a Dream, I Make It My Reality.

One sense of belonging

Satiated up to the brim

And I remember standing with a bottle.

When my vision jailed the starred silver

With its shyly placed charm

Overpowering the entire gray.

And then I got the calibre to construe.

What that one night had to say.

That, what I knew, was novel and true.

That, it isn’t always dark after all

When I lived, it was luminous

And that it left me with an impact so infectious.

In the final analysis, it impeded the emancipation

It impeded the opening of doors.

For I repel falling from the myriad vistas
Into the actual nothingness.

For when I live a dream, I make it my reality.

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I never knew the feeling to strike off more than one entries on the bucket list, until now.

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Loosen Up a Little. Pretty Please?

Oust the fret outside the gates

You look better with that killer spark.

Embrace all that I have to make you smile

For your smile surpasses the darkest of the dark.

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Current song: Send me an angel by Scorpions.

The Girl Within.

That moment, when I turned around and made a mention of the glint in your eyes and told you how much I loved it. You remember? It is being played at the back of my mind since then. I miss the subtleness of it. Adorable!

And I look myself in the mirror to see how I look. It doesn’t show me my outer appearance. It doesn’t tell me that my hair looks pretty when I leave them lose. Instead, it echoes the voice of the girl inside of me, a distinguished figure turning the pages of the year Twenty Twelve, one by one. It is the soul sitting inside, watching and noticing my conduct. The mirror tells me that things are going good because the girl within is smiling. It tells me to lose myself in the scented air, that Burberry one and kiss the dear life which has now become dearer.  And the best thing is that it is your eyes mirroring the girl inside of me, for me. She is happy. She is really happy. And content too. And so am I.

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By the way, I have a good thing to share. - The latter part of the 17th entry on my wishlist came true yesterday and that too in the most amazing manner. Bliss! ^_^

Thank you Life for being a darling.

(And if you do not have the slightest idea of the list that I am talking about, take a look here.)

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Current Song: Feels like home by Chantal Kreviazuk.

I Am The Melange. And I Shall Forever Be.

The embers of dying fire have allured me, always. The sparkling and the glinting look of those little pieces of coal that displays an affective rage are an absolute charm to look at. They are not surreptitious. To be clearer, they are not covert. They fly around resembling a kind of reminder of the radiance they once caressed, the radiance that has now sadly, caved in. I like it. And this song on my current playlist, Blue velvet by Bobby Vinton, it is pretty good. The name Bobby sounds gay. But the song has some pleasant essence. Or it is ineffable, may be. Period.

Anyway, I don't really want to blabber about the unimportant stuff. What is important is the realization of a few little things. It is 2012, you see. There has to be a beginning of new chapters. I do not know whether it is the weather outside (it is raining and the earth is all scented) that has made me drown in weird thoughts or the music which is on my playlist. But I am at peace.

And the peace has abounded me. So I won’t tell you that there are rocks along the way. And that the thorny path might compel you to retreat. I will tell you that water flows majestically through that stoned path. It seeps through those rocks and gives a smirk as it walks past them.

I won’t tell you that the scorching heat might burn your feet. Rather I will turn your head towards the shades that are ready to hold you close to the bosom.

I am not the one who will make you forget the reality just for the heck of it and let you fly high. Instead I will mirror the truth and keep you too firm to fall.

And yes, I won’t let you develop a taste of this mad world’s sour side. I will be the requisite impediment. I will be the mirage.

Because a mirage doesn’t always lead you into nowhere. It makes your journey easy by implanting a seed of hope within and making you trail the toughest of the tough. Even if the seed is ruptured, you can look back and realize that the distance has already been covered. And THAT shall be the fruit. And that is how I shall be.

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Accolades To My Favorites. =)

The year 2011 has been very good to me and has given me tons of reasons to celebrate and to feel grateful of my stars. And this is the reason I was thinking a lot lately to find out a good outlet to release some of the emotions by letting the world know. And this is what I came up with. It’s going to be a real lengthy post but please bear with my over-sentimental heart. Like I said, I needed an outlet. And the craving ends here.

(There is no order. And the idea has been shamelessly stolen from Crystal.)

Crystal- I know almost all of you are aware of this prodigy that we have in our blogosphere. Those of you who do not, should go die. Or rather should not waste any further time and visit her blog asap. She is without a doubt one of the most excellent and ardent writers that I’ve ever come across. I am so addicted to your blog. And each of your post leaves me awe-struck. Keep up the good work, Crystal. I will always love you.

Pradeeta a.k.a MSM- Another one of my favourite blogger stars. As her blog name suggests, mystique is her forte and she has got a great command over it. Her stories and posts leave my inner wanderer in search of answers to her questions. I love her a lot as a person as well as a writer. She is a darling. And I am so glad to see her back as it’s been so long that I read any of her amazing works. Missed you!

Fiona- She is also a very famous blogger and has recently created a craze of Fibonacci Sonnet. And many, including me, have been a proud part of this craze. But apart from this, she is a brilliant and an enthusiastic writer too. Oh and how can I forget those amazing comments which I get from her! Trust me, she is such a sweetheart that she can make you jump around in ecstasy by her honey-dipped feedbacks. Very few bloggers take out time to actually read other bloggers work and give a genuine feedback and she is one of them. I am so glad to know you Fiona. Shall keep in touch always!

Red- She is Ms. Anonymously witty and humorous in every possible way. I love the way she writes. Her posts make me smile and laugh a lot. Yes, it happens very rare that I laugh out loud while reading an article but it is definitely not the same with this girl. Her sense of humor brings all the charm. And it is a sheer delight to read her blog. I rarely miss reading her blog. And suggest you the same for a good rib-tickle.

Maithili- She is the master mind behind our all girls blog ‘Darlings of Venus’. Being a lovely story weaver, she grips the readers with her words and fills the void spaces with intense and deep emotions that sometimes it becomes really hard to accept the fact that it is just a story and not some real life incident. She writes many amazing series of love stories at her blog ‘One Such Story’. You have an honest heart, Maithili. Stay the same, always.

Yashi- She is a great friend of mine and is one of the best things that has happened to me in college. But without being biased, let me tell you friends that her writings are absolutely stunning. She is a newbie here but doesn’t seem one if you read her posts. I feel so proud of you Yashi. You are a wonderful writer. And please don’t forget that I always keep my antique watch with me as I wait to read more of your work. *Govinda styled wink*

Phatichar- That is just his blog user name. I know it is weird to refer to someone with that name. But this man has his own way to do things. He mostly writes spooky tales in the simplest form and narrates them in an outstanding manner. And I can guarantee you that he can rip your soul apart with the kind of fear that he creates in the mind of the poor reader. You don’t believe me? Then go read his blog. And one more thing, actually it’s kind of a warning - If you have a soft heart and get scared easily (like me) then do not read his posts AT NIGHT. :P

PeeVee- Okay this girl calls herself Ms. Chocolate Obsessed and has got a huge fan following. Needless to say, she is one of my favorite bloggers. Her short stories are simply awesome. And recently I got to see the abstract side of hers which was, without a doubt, an enthralling piece of literature. I love the way you put your thoughts into words. Smart yet so cute. And I adore you miss, totally!

Shruti- She doesn't write the usual stuff which you can find anywhere on the blogosphere or even if she does then she would never put it in the most usual form. Yes, that is what I have deciphered after reading many of her blog posts. Intriguing and deep! Her words can seep through the strongest wall and can touch your heart with an absolute ease. You are a fantastic writer, Shruti. You have always been one.

Dishita- She is my only Gujju friend in this blogworld. Her posts are simple, smart and quite entertaining too. We have a strong Haiku bond and she carves striking haiku poetry. You should definitely give her a visit because I can assure you that you won't face disappointment. I’m happy to have known you, Dishita. Love you a lot.

The Solitary Writer- I call him Chacha Nehru. Why? Because I am just like his kid sister and he has a soft corner for kids. And so, the name. *Heights of lameness* He was my very first friend here and has seen the transition of the writer in me. A very nice person to have some good talk with and as a writer he just takes you to another world with his heartfelt stories. I've read many of his posts and suggest order you to do the same.

Yvonne- She is one of my newest pals. And I'd like to mention that she has published two books as well. Impressive right?! :) What I like about her writings is the simplicity and those perfect rhyming schemes in her poems. She always leaves me surprised with the kind of poetry she does. I’m so glad to have you as a blogger friend as I learn a lot from you. Keep writing, Yvonne!

Suruchi- We have a Kanpur connection. And this was the first thing which dragged me to read her blog and believe me I haven’t stopped after that. She is the coolest English teacher I have ever seen or will ever see in my whole life. A fun-loving and down-to-earth lady, she is. And oh! her adorably cute daughter Seeya, how can I not mention her! You should definitely read her latest post and I’m sure it would leave a smile on your face.

Stranger- A very interesting blogger buddy of mine. He is also a newbie but that doesn't stop him from gripping the reader with his sharp words, till the end. And I would like to suggest you Mr. Stranger to write quite often because I wait to read your work. Alright? *Crosses arms*

Soumya- Her crisp, striking and candid words carry the charisma of her blog. She is an alluring person and has the caliber to make you lose yourself in her writings. I enjoy reading her blog and it’s absolutely a pleasure to receive her feedback. Love you, Soumya! :-*

Chandana- The girl at First Avenue is definitely a very pretty girl and is a brilliant writer as well. She is a fashion blogger and the best thing about her is that her fashion quotient is suited for everyday wear and not something which is all bling bling and difficult to carry. And apart from this, the simplicity and audacity of her posts never fail to enthrall me. Keep writing friend! :)

Anshul a.k.a Blasphemous Aesthete- (Yeah, I got to know your real name. Finally!) He is one hell of an intelligent and philosophical person. And has just become active from his months long dormancy. A very popular blogger too, he takes you to another land with his writings be it in English or in Hindi. You should never stop writing friend. Make full use of the talent you have.

Writing Bee, Confused Soul, Dee, Sumitra, Keirthana, Rachit, Lizzie, Rahul sir, Balqis and Twisha- You people have made me smile a lot many times with your gorgeous writings and kind feedbacks. I so appreciate your presence on my blog and feel blessed to have met you all here on this little platform. Though I’m pretty new to you all, I’m deeply impressed by each one of you. Keep up the good work friends. You all write fantastically.

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!!!

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P.S: Heartfelt apology if I've forgotten anyone's name.

You'd Be Carl And I'd Be Elle.

Maybe a year is never enough. Maybe what we hear is a lie and what we live is the only truth. And maybe it is just a way to keep the obsession out of our reach. Or maybe I write incessantly when I get a little soppy.

Whatever it is, it is beautiful in every way. It is beautiful even if it is imperfect.

So let us give a goodbye kiss to the year which has been exceptionally good to us and welcome the next one with open arms. Let us relish those days and nights drenched in the most beautiful shades which needless to say, changed our way to perceive life and all other things which came along the way. Let us promise to keep chasing cars and to kiss the flower of our love which has begun blooming to spread its scent. And let us be rock solid forever.

Happy 27th of December!

Perhaps I'm Too Naive.

It was supposed to be happy day. That is what I had thought when I woke up this morning. The morning light which was making its way through beautiful leaves had made me smile with complete awe shining in my eyes as I was gearing up for my exam. But getting into the details of what all happened today wouldn't help me right now.

Because I need to sort other important things. There is this whirlpool of tough chapters gushing in my head. It is colliding hard. And this is novel. Trust me! I have never been an escapist. I have never turned my back to situations which have the strength to make one hide beneath a facade of love and compassion. I have always believed in colouring the greyed walls and not repelling them. But this time, I feel more like an alien or rather an intruder in my own land. Like I might wake up to a morrow that I will never know. That no one would ever know.

And these questions, they are ringing too. Answer me! Will the Sun shine if I close my eyes and believe that it is the only thing in this whole goddamn world that can lighten up the emptied hole? And would it delete some parts which have occurred out of nowhere and caused great trouble to the little mind I have?

And what if I stand on the terrace of that big building and scream out loud something. Something which could easily free me of this unidentified pain by reaching the ears of someone. I don’t know. Would that work?

Sigh!

You know actually, a tight hug from you could work. Yes, that is the thing I want right now. Hey, you are listening right?

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