Today, my thoughts turn one.


Today, I complete one year of blogging.

One year of struggling to put my thoughts down on paper.

One year of rummaging for topics to write.

One year of self-discovery.

One year of mixed emotions.

One year of integrity & individuality.

One year of understanding my strengths & weaknesses.

One year of improvising, learning new tricks of writing.

One year of reading some very inspiring blogs.

One year of disseminating grief.

One year of sharing happiness.

One year of accumulating support from fellow bloggers, family & friends.

One year of being able to be me.

Time and tide wait for no one.


I wish I could go back in time,

read Gulliver’s Travel and The Last Leaf,

write letters and notices,

maybe even a few poetry with rhyme.


So often I wonder,

only if I had taken more time,

to understand grammar and punctuation,

check my spellings twice.


What if Shakespeare read my poetry,

I would have to disappear for a lifetime,

but before I do that,

at least peruse his work so fine.


I wish I could go back in time,

remember the words of Caesar,

fall in love with Frost,

not miss out precious years left behind.


This is in response to The Daily Post Challenge: Back to School

No more pressing to be freshly pressed!


It’s been a year since I published my first post on this blog and ever since then I have dreamt, worked hard, waited and waited some more for my blog to be noticed by WordPress and make an appearance on freshly pressed. In the meanwhile, I expanded my horizons and started five other blogs. Thinking my luck would strike somewhere sometime at least, but no luck at all. Sometime back I even lost hope in writing, I had a so called “writers block” for a while until I was re-inspired by my fiancé to commence writing again. So I did.

In order to encourage me further and get me back into the flow of writing; he even put across a challenge where I would need to suggest him three blogs everyday which I found worth a read. But surprisingly, instead of sending him links to just three blogs, I used to end up sending him more. I could never decide which three to choose from the lot. They were all just so good, and astonishingly most of them went unnoticed. Before I had accepted the challenge, I thought being freshly pressed was the ultimate thing. The most prestigious and gratifying experience, one without which any good writer/blogger is incomplete. But today, I realized that the mark of a good or even excellent writer/blogger is not the work that gets the most lauds but one that is written purely with passion. Just as beautifully said by William Wordsworth, “Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”

This post is in response to A Daily Post Challenge: Flip Flop.

In my mind…


There is a question in my mind,
That I am unable to strike;
There is a question in my mind,
Unable to revive.

There is a doubt in my mind,
Ringing each day twice;
There is a doubt in my mind,
It’s on me that it resides.

There is a fear in my mind,
Terrorising my time;
There is a fear in my mind,
Sleeping soundly tonight.

There is a friction in my mind,
Charging my thoughts infinite;
There is a friction in my mind,
Sometimes too powerful to define.

There is a storm in my mind,
Beginning to come alive;
There is a storm in my mind,
Here to destroy each twine.

There is a barricade in my mind,
To jump, to survive;
There is a barricade in my mind,
As mighty as a knight.

There is a question in my mind,
Tangled top-to-toe inside;
There is a question in my mind,
Yet to unravel in time.

With what there is…


We live by the calmness of the night sky
To hear the frequency inside
Searching for the right words
Reigning over our mind.

We live by the might of time
Running towards destiny
Set upon the helm of life
Begins a journey, to fine.

We live by the mediocrity of choice
Compromising over scanty tries
Beyond a rife of chance we go
Making each step quantify.

We live by the words of deep trance
Exploring the reflections implied
Lost incognito identity
Dodging the return back to being.

We live by the soul of cosmic creation
Untying the string of hope
Traversing through miles
Into another world of our own.