How writing everyday for a complete month has changed me….

Its been six years since I had started this blog. But I haven’t been able to keep up with blogging as many previous arrangements had to be kept in mind. It was in the heat of the moment, starting this July that I decided to give myself a challenge- a challenge to see if I could write for every single day of July. 30 days later and 31 posts ( adding today’s post), this was a roller coaster. I had believed in writers block, something every writer is dreadful of and in past have experienced it, maybe for sometime. However, when I took to myself to write, it really seemed not much of an uphill task. Being able to feel too much and think about too much, maybe that’s what made me write in the first place. The unsaid emotions that usually don’t escape my lips came to my rescue whenever I felt an urge to write. I am very vocal on this platform, more than anywhere else because this platform has made me feel at home more than any other writing platform. I have had the opportunity to meet so many brilliant writers and human beings over the course of time that the importance of this platform is much higher for me than any other. Many heartfelt conversations have happened in wordpress comments section, I have opened up to people and sometimes people have opened up to me.
This platform is much more than just writing or sharing your work. The exposure we get here as much bigger. I have had the privilege to talk to people of all ages and experiences which have helped me grow and improve for the better.

Coming to my challenge, I have tried to pen down my feelings in form of poems that are completely new. You’ll find a poem for each day of July on my blog. This experience has been really an eye opening one and indeed a liberating one as well. I feel extremely lucky to have come across even more people in this time period.

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Galaxies Undefined….

She wished for the stars,
Each night as she slept,
He would bring her flowers each day,
And messages enclosed in small doves,
She wished for the stars,
And dreamt during the day,
He was just ordinary,
Ran on her call,
Focused on her sight,
But he was a star,
Ordinary couldn’t find,
And Of galaxies not defined……

Islands

He had made islands,
On the turf of his thoughts,
Some islands had lavish orchards and farms,
Others were dilapidated,
Dying, slowly sinking,
Stretched infinitely,
He would let many see his islands prosperous,
That had civilisations so great,
Thoughts beyond their time,
But never the ones,
That had cemeteries,
Dead roamed even in the light of the day,
Ghosts of past feasted on the fresh grass,
He was wary, sceptical, didn’t trust no one,
For many had seen those ruins,
And created their own monuments,
Maybe with time they will sink,
He would tell himself,
But centuries had passed,
Or maybe a thousand years,
He had forgotten when they even had sprouted,
When nights would be long,
His ship would slowly crawl back to those islands,
He would scream but none came for help,
No one knew the way,
The light would bring him peace,
Sometimes,
Or the guitar hanging on his wall,
Days passed by and his sails were about to fall,
A sailor lost in her own thoughts,
One day stumbled upon him,
While he had let his guard down,
And took him to the islands,
She had created,
The ones they had nurtured,
Centuries had passed,
Or maybe a thousand years,
He had forgotten how he ended up there,
When he saw his ship,
Tethered to the land,
The sailor, she said,
Let’s take this for a spin,
He anchored the ship towards the islands,
That had cemeteries,
Dead roamed even in the light of the day,
Ghosts of past feasted on the fresh grass,
And as the ship slowly kissed the shore,
He saw nothing there,
Cemeteries were buried beneath the grass,
That grew hundreds of feets high,
Little butterflies roamed around,
The sweet sound of birds singing had filled the ground,
The monuments had turned to dust,
The islands had healed,
He cried as she held his hands,
I never thought this would ever happen,
She cried too,
As she had forgotten her own islands,
What is today may not be tomorrow,
She said in his ears,
Dead eventually take their rest,
The ghosts vanish into thin air,
Lets go,
We’ll come back someday later,
Or maybe never ever,
She had said,
Let these islands finally rest……

The fire met the ocean….

As the winter set foot in the horizon,
The cold breeze of December gushing through the plains,
A song was about to play,
An act about to begin,
The routine was the order of the day,
But that day a vagabond wind had struck them in their peace,
A quick glance at each other,
All hell had broken loose,
The Universe shrunk,
So did their Space,
And as he lifted her in his arms,
Winter had started to retreat,
Just like when a Volcano meets an Ocean,
And turns her into steam,
The doors of her bedroom called their name,
Pulling them away from reality,
The present, the past, the future,
Time had lost all its meaning,
The room was their purple rose,
He carefully lay down her,
Onto the bed,
The bed that had their footprints,
Their marks, their scent,
The darkness had engulfed the sky,
Their room lit by their fire,
Shall I devour you tonight,
He had whispered in her soft ears,
As she lay helplessly on the bed,
She let escape a sigh of warm air,
That tickled his ears,
It was enough,
Enough to wake up thundering storms,
The sheets were a witness to the act,
The air had gone thin,
Senselessness and sensations ran amok,
Till they were out of breath,
They lied down besides each other,
As their breath started to come to them,
And looked into each others eyes,
The thunder grasped their hearts,
Swindled it through their chests,
And landed it on their lips,
That had locked for eternities in surreal bliss,
The storms had now subsided,
As she closed her eyes to sleep,
While he still adored her,
The greatest reward he could ever get,
Night slowly turned into day,
Their footprints still on the bed……..

Trees

Leaves by leaves fall from the trees,
The trunk gets older with the each passing day,
Wrinkles appear on oh so beautiful branches,
And a day comes when everything just stops,
Life tired of living,
Give up its breath,
The Earth eats it up,
Assimilated in its soil,
It just disappears,
Only to be remembered for a wholesome growth,
It sometimes is very difficult to forget a tree that’s so old,
Bore so many fruits,
Housed so many birds and squirrels,
In time in the nutritious ground the tree had left,
Some seeds turn into plants,
And carry on its legacy,
Nothing really dies,
Nothing has really ever lived,
Memories are transferred from generations to generations,
Energy changes form,
A birth here,
Someone closes their eyes somewhere,
It all happens at once,
And stops the same,
The smiles, the promises, the laughs and cheers,
They stay no matter what,
The plants that turn into trees soon after,
Will carry on the name,
The trees that lived a wholesome life,
And even those who left early,
In memories they stay,
In our actions they reflect……

The Red Sun….

The winds were few that day,
The clouds had forgotten to stroll,
The Sun was ruthless,
Scorched the Earth with his heat,
The small, minuscle running to find relief,
We are burning, the heat is too much to bear,
They gnarled among themselves,
The Sun still burning with rage,
Didn’t batter his eye,
Let me destroy, burn, crush,
He had for a second forgotten,
Life is living because of him,
The heat comforts the cold,
The light chases away the dark,
All that anger impaired his righteous judgement,
As life began to crumble down,
Trees lost all their green,
The fishes their home,
The fields their gold,
Mars, Saturn and Jupiter,
Requested the Sun,
Stop this, Stop this Madness,
Remember how you had loved,
The Sun pushed them away,
Deep in through the space,
The Earth had turned grey,
And into a glowing ball of fire,
The Sun stopped as the fire within him turned to a spark,
What have I done,
Came down thundering now a useless scream,
The Earth now looked at him,
Closed her eyes,
And with the last of her breath,
Said the Sun the last goodbyes……

गवारा नहीं….

क्या हुआ जो मुकम्मल ना हो सका वो इश्क़ मेरा,
पुरा था पर शायद ज़रूरी नहीं,
देख के चाँद रोज़ सजदा कर लेता हूँ,
क़ाबिल था पर शायद गवारा नहीं……

The Ocean….

As the ocean covers my face,
The currents carrying me to places,
Deep, cold, strange,
I try to gasp for air,
Its a privilege to breathe,
The air touches my nose,
And runs away like a scared flock of birds,
Apprehensive of what might come,
My legs have already numbed,
The hands struggling for a piece of land,
Oh, that would be the heavens,
My mind plays games with me,
I see the Sun and I see my life,
The old, past, present,
The experienced, the lost and the forgotten,
The salt in the ocean assimilated in my blood,
Makes me sink,
The trenches call my name,
So do the sailors long resting on the sand,
Their ships their holy grail,
Dilapidated, deteriorating, home to fishes,
The bottom of the ocean seems nearer and nearer,
I am flying, sinking, falling,
Senses have decepted me once again,
And as I close my eyes to let the water fill up my lungs,
A distant symphony tickles my ears,
A Siren, a mermaid maybe something magical,
I am lifted up through the blue waters,
Onto something hard,
Something real, phosphorus,
The body tries to eject the water it had taken in,
It coughs hard, belches the salt out from its system,
The brain tries to regain its consciousness,
I look around,
The deserted island doesn’t seem to have any life,
Except me,
The Siren had gone,
Leaving me to myself,
The island and the little shrubs that it could handle,
The Siren had gone,
And I was left to live,
The numbered days I had left,
The Sun maybe an enemy now……..

I Need A Muse….

I need a muse,
That lets my mind to a ruse,
Where I laugh and cry and sing and dance,
And see the world through glistering eyes,
The muse can be you,
Can be the one waiting for you,
Or a shadow that walks the planes as me,
I’ll take her to sleep,
To places so deep,
Holding her hands,
Sometimes her precious mouth,
For a kiss so sweet,
The nectar of the divine,
The sensation electric,
In mind she will live,
My words her reality,
Little flowers that grows in orchids,
Oblong, asymmetrical, imperfect,
Like pieces of puzzle in a maze,
I complete her,
And she does me,
I need a muse,
For words need to lay down to sleep…..

Can I Wish..?

I wish you could speak some more,
The movement of your lips,
The rotations of the Earth,
The words fall from your lustrous lips,
Onto these ordinary ears,
Drops of water on the leaves,

I wish you could laugh some more,
The play that unravels,
Cosmic and divine,
My heart stops to beat,
The morning Azaan of the distant priest,

I wish you could sing some more,
The rain water gushes through the meadows,
Rumbling the slumbering stones,
Salvation is what fills them,
Takes them to the oceans,

I wish you could kiss some more,
The moist of the morning,
Refreshing and necessary,
The dreams of the night,
The freedom of tomorrow,

I wish I could wish some more,
These words are an insult,
To the picture of you,
This mind has it all captured,
Infinite and in my wrist,

I wish to stop,
This landslide of emotions,
Gravity has helped its flow,
Incompetent I become,
But you already know it all…….

Hopeless Romantics

The night was young,
So were they,
Out of the few mundane, lonely nights,
They decided to venture out,
In the wild,
Where they had heard that,
The predators roam in hides of beauty,
Hush Now, Watch your steps,
They had told themselves,
Every time someone tried to come closer,
What may become of me,
They would say to themselves,
What if a monster lurks in the dark of the night,
They crawled into the blaring lights,
Only to shy away from all the glory,
A quick glance across the gala,
They saw each other,
A coincidence in million years,
Some would say,
A war was waged between the heart and the mind,
Something had changed,
They began to close the distance between them,
A quick handshake at first,
Glasses clinged the next,
Escape into the wild seemed a better choice,
And they took off to the places,
Where silence met the sound,
The stars danced in passion,
The Moon smiled at the Earth,
They talked and listened,
And laughed and cried,
A soul recognises another by the sensation,
Celestial and Ethereal,
The stars sometimes nod in approval,
The Moon hears their laughs and cries,
And a love story is born,
It isn’t that complex,
Not even complicated as such,
What is meant to be will find a way,
We hopeless romantics tell to ourselves…….
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इश्क़

इश्क़ है किसी का दरिया,
बहता ही चला है,
है किसी का आशियाँ भी,
घर में रहता है,
किसी को खुदा दिखता भी उसी में है,
और किसी को ये जहाँ भी,
जुदा करके मिलाता भी है,
ना दिखा जो दिखा है,
ना जान के भी जो गवाह है,
है तुझमें भी,
मुझमें भी छुपा है कहीं,
दिखता मुझे भी किसी में है,
शायद तुझे भी किसी में,
है हाथ थाम लेता,
कभी झटक के छोढ़ जाता भी है,
पर इश्क़ नहीं जाता साया छोढ़ के किसी का,
वक्त वक्त की बात है साहब,
आज तू इश्क़ से है,
कल इश्क़ होगा तुझसे ही…..

A Queen demands a King…

A King devoid of a Queen may last upto so long,
The Queen builds the foundation of their empire,
Together they forge their Castle in colors of the sky,
The King needs a Queen for days uncanny,
The Queen when she has to be bathed in glory,
Only a King can steer a Queen,
Or sometimes not,
Only a Queen can deliver,
The promises made under the moonlit sky,
But they complete each other,
With nutrition and little rays of hope,
They build each other,
The empire is nothing,
Without a King or a Queen…..

The Man…..

The winds were calm that day,
The sun still in its cradle,
Jogging along the usual path,
Music blasting in his ears,
He stopped for tea,
Who are you running from,
A voice had asked from behind him,
Someone too wise for his years,
Smiled at him,
The freckles on his face had their own stories,
A cigarette in one hand,
A cup of tea in other,
Sorry, I didn’t get you,
He answered,
The man smiled again,
Finished his tea,
Rubbed the cigarette on the floor,
One day you’ll have to stop running,
Run away,
Run to it,
Or let it stay,
The man got up,
Winked at him,
And jogged away……

The Party….

The stars were there,
The moon too took a glass of wine,
They danced in ecstasy,
Swaying by the sounds,
The galaxies held to themselves for so long,
The planets witnessed their aura,
The stature of the Gods,
And took the front seats,
The stage of vacuum,
And as light passed through them,
The infinities and beyond,
The Sun joined them too,
Bashful at first,
But it held a power so great,
So magnanimous,
The celestials couldn’t tolerate,
See the yellow,
The mustard on his face,
They laughed and scorned,
Till the dawn of the Sun,
The Sun had realised its own power,
The planets rose in applause,
Hear! Hear!
They clinged their glasses,
I live by the glory,
My hands built from scratch,
The color of my skin,
The sweat of my blood,
Are a shade in the boundless palette,
I dance to my tunes,
The ones I wrote in the dark,
And shine bright,
Oh so bright,
The galaxies know,
The planets too,
And the minuscule atoms of us all,
You reflect my own light,
I made in the foundry,
Of dreams and reality……

Paths

As tears fell from his eyes,
Words trembled in his mouth,
Why this has to happen,
This is what that has always been true,
She had remarked,
Our paths were meant to cross,
Only to be apart again,
But will they meet again,
He tried to compose himself,
I don’t know,
And she left on the last train,
Leaving him behind,
The rain had washed all their escapades……

I cannot write…

I write not because I love you,
Love had changed forms,
The day my eyes fixated on you,

I write not because your eyes give me peace,
For peace was lost,
The kohl in your eyes speaks volumes,

I write not because your voice races my heart,
Music, symphony and notes,
Blood in my veins turns to the hue of your skin,

I write not because your breath gives me hope,
The sun over my sky turns golden,
The warmth of your breath in my ears,

I write not because I care,
I am a shadow among the earthlings,
Bringing you flowers is my biggest joy,

So why do I write,
When you become blurry by the day,
Am I losing consciousness?

The distance of the stars,
The Milky Way and the Andromeda,
Witness this disgrace,

As I try to dissolve into oblivion,
The words fall off my chest,
Onto this bleeding piece of parchment,

For one last time,
Or maybe more……