Musing Mermaid

I rise to live, to smile, to go… Another day keeps me going As I take a road traveled in the past I wander like a cloud in the sky The bitterness of life I embrace My silent companions make me realize as i sit with bowed head and lowered eyes Stop mulling over the dead haze.. I want to forget and forgive the facts that are rooted in pain Digging in my own back yard the old and sullen truths For long they bruised, Its time for them to be drained As i retrace my footsteps Intending to refine my deeds No longer i want to bear… While I learn from my mistakes, I promise to let go these fears I try to catch my share of happiness, life offers It orders me to free the sorrows and pains Clinched in my fists, those unwanted stains As I set them free, I see the heaviness flying. I run in hurry all over to gather… the smiles and blessings which are scattered I place it well in the corners of my home And it echoes behind the walls, tel

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June 20, 2005...the day when i landed the capital, after those endless tales of emotion/drama/sobs. Convincing my mum and pursuing her to spread my wings and fly from my nest. To be independent and carry the journey of life on my own out of their protection, exploring the avenues life has to offer. Touching the feet of Delhi and gasping the beauty of it.(yea for a typical Jalandhar girl, it surely was b'ful - "The Metro effect"..The scene still flashes in front of my eyes..where the this punjabi clad in her jet pink salwaar suit was all smiles at the gates of SEED. Some excitement to be part of NIIT after those convincing sessions from Rupali (Yea shruts--The Booby female ;), other to breathe in freedom away from home, I ushered inside. After the customary formalities at the reception, i was guided towards the room allotted to me. Room No 205 it read. It seemed I was the first occupant, so inspecting the huge room with 4 beds, i wondered which one to grab. Umm the one in

I gaze, i grin, i giggled so what if the blow triggered? The point where i was hinted the unusual demeanor, when it was a spooky little carrier. The talks molded n folded, adding to the heat and the toungue scolded. We promised and got united for happy stories, Daily dose of love and no worries... I glance, I hear, I say, so what if we didnt go our way? It was an over debated issue, which we shouldn't have pursued.. The conversation just got worsened, and the aisles to each other sharpened stabbing each of us deep inside.. o petty things to be resolved we decide. I chop, I cook, I hear so what we let down on how to cater I welcome the suggestions with a long face tried keeping and doing stuff at your pace The words which boiled and blistered, worked faster than how sugar minced.. lets burn it up on the burner and we rinsed I sob, i cry, I howl so what the promises to keep still crawl I go erratic, i figure and explain, the sheer blame games we refrain. standing on the edge i ponder

Nights when she sat and gazed towards the heights, A night so beautiful, was never seen by her side. A sky so infinite, like a star studded bride. That silence worth a million desires, Spoke all what her heart aspired. She longed to reach the stars so bright, enormous in number and farthest from sight. Far they seemed from a mortal's height. As she closed her eyes, spreading arms in haze, Her mind flew like a bird free from cage. As she glided among the dazzling stars and reached uphill, The life, it seemed, had gone standstill. There she spotted some lone stars looking at her, Their eyes spoke, she struggled to vision. When she moved to feel their existence, They ran towards the clouds, leaving empty slate. and there she tumbled by her ugly fate, Days passed and sky witnessed her sitting, Gazing at the lost glory of the sky, No trace of her star and she wondered why! Suddenly when her heavenly father made his way "Go back to the barracks, my dear girl.. Your sleepy eyes need

For all these days, i had been trying to donn my head and come up with a perfect answer. Or shall i say a perfect feel. An answer to the one and the most happening question surrounding my life since the time i got married, something which friends/acquaintances just bounce after the customary hi! and there ever inquisitive eyes to know..” How does it feel after getting married?”..Something to which i was absolutely clueless how to react to. Do i feel jubilant that finally i got a man after all those harrowing meetings with some 12 prospective grooms with whom my mental connectivity could never be established? Am i sadistic? Shit! am no more single and can't have the all the fun of enjoying those bachelors attention. Or am i over joyous seeing my mom having a sigh of relief after those sleepless nights of the fear, will her daughter ever approve her any guy and settle down in life? Or shall i react like kunal whom i find, not dancing with joy, not feeling awkward, one who knows how t

Conflict of thoughts, war of words Room for argument!

No no...i havent spelled it wrong..It's not that im going to try my hands on the traditional Hukka....This one though sounds familiar with 'HUKKA' but is poles apart in real sense. A glance ********** Haiku is a poetic form and a type of poetry from the Japanese culture. Haiku combines form, content, and language in a meaningful, yet compact form. The themes include nature, feelings, or experiences. Usually they use simple words and grammar. The most common form for Haiku is three short lines. The first line usually contains five (5) syllables, the second line seven (7) syllables, and the third line contains five (5) syllables. Haiku doesn't rhyme. A Haiku must "paint" a mental image in the reader's mind. This is the challenge of Haiku - to put the poem's meaning and imagery in the reader's mind in ONLY 17 syllables over just three (3) lines of poetry! Some sample Haiku poetry ************************* No one travels Along this way but I, This autu

A few days back on Mahashivratri, i had a strong desire to go to the temple, shielding my guilt of not stopping by to any for almost a month now and missing my daily prayers since the time i entered my new abode. Blaming it to getting accustomed to the routine sked and skipping my negligence to bow in front of my God, at times which is reduced barely to lighting an evening aggarbatti. So this big day of Lord Shiva, i wanted to make to one of the temples in town. Me and Kunal headed for one, somewhere in outskirts of gurgaon. (Phew! Every other place appears as if you are in outskirts, Courtesy- The always under construction sites and dug up roads in the city!) We started and spotted one, not too far off from our place there stood a secluded one. At the front gate - a long queue of the people. Awww...i was staggered as such rush had been manifested only outside those big, esteemed and eminent temples where people come from far off places to pay their greetings. So averting the idea of ‘