And Then as i Walk

And then as I walk,
The walls smile,
Maybe they always did,
And I never noticed.

And then as I walk,
The paths greet,
Maybe they always did,
And I was high over foot.

And then as I walk,
Strangers smile,
Maybe they always did,
And I thought it was laugh.

And then as I walk,
I notice the difference,
Maybe it was the same,
I was being different.

As I walk,
I find a new home!

The Way I See It!

Indian Bloggers

From this May I have started guest blogging on Racing Against Time, blog run by Jyotirmoy Sarkar. Thank you so much Jyotirmoy for this opportunity. This is fun.  The plan is to do two poems per month.

The first one was posted on May 14 titled: The Way I See It.

I am also sharing the poem here:

They said,
It is a chaos.
Crowded confusion,
Mixed variation,
Hurdles for solution,
Struggling resolutions.
But I see a,
Celebration of mess.

They said,
It is a struggle.
Smiles and cries,
Unsaid sacrifices,
Goals and more,
Never ending sea shore.
But I see a,
Celebration of Life.

He has an awesome blog out there. Do reach out!

Happiness is

This Post is written for the Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge. The challenge has 10 tasks and this is the tenth one.

IBMC #10: The Happiness Challenge is a challenge where we are supposed to complete the phrase ‘Happiness is …’. (Check the link for more)


Here goes my prompt:

You know how at times we thrash out and say ‘I don’t care’ at outset and still cry inside? We behave as if nothing mattered and everything was a passing cloud but we exactly know it isn’t. We know that though we show it all easy, every step of overcoming it is going to be too difficult.  

It all goes on and we are back to happy mode. But life isn’t that easy. There comes yet another situation which marks in deep and we are yet to behave ‘cool’ taking things easy.  Life is that cycle of happiness and not so happiness. Yeah! Like ‘I care’. I know. No matter what, we will move on.

Then there comes a time where we say ‘I don’t care’ and actually mean it! There are critics everywhere of all sorts. We know amidst everyone we care, we are still independent emotionally and mentally. We understand that we are responsible for our acts and it affects us in many ways. Yeah! I understand and know it all and I really don’t care!

Well, that is maturity and Happiness is Maturity. It is to know when to act matured and when not to. A lot has been explored and lot yet remains as a query when asked ‘what is maturity?’ May be the definition and understanding of maturity is not matured yet. But still, it’s happiness.

Feel free to take up the challenge if interested.

Heart’s Retreat

Eyes have begin to think,
Wrinkles on the face,
Lips aren’t moving the way,
Things aren’t the same,
Heart isn’t in the hall of fame!

A heart does not need a brutal reason to go disheartened. Even just a reason can do it well. A small incident can bring out the tears and later repenting for being so idiotic. In a way, it’s much okay. It is always better to welcome smaller pains now and then following that heart finds a new direction to think for refreshment.  Though the consequences and side effects all lead to the disturbances, still it brings a hope of new thinking.  If the pain is bigger, then it’s more prone to bigger accidents.

The strangest thing is that we fine tune our feelings in such a way that a little hurt from near ones is more suffocating than a hard hit from one we are not closely associated with. We have our neighbors among-st us who have turned out the pain into sparkling achievements and also those who have lost the track only by thinking on minor issues majorly. It’s time to make the most subtle statement that everything depends on our way of taking and thinking.  That’s why many times we feel how foolish we were yesterday!

Once I got an opportunity to visit a heart. The pathway was pathetic. There were no doors or windows, but only long high straight walls. Crying posters hanged up on the walls. Hoarding which announce larger punishments even for smaller mistakes. Notices to digest all the pains and suffer in silence.  There were thorn bushes so as not to overcome the problems and fears with black marks and holes. I somehow could not take all this facts.

I broke down the walls and made larger windows and doors. Cleaned up the patches on the pathway and made them smooth. Rolled up the crying pictures with thorns and threw them away. Captured smiling faces and put them up on the wall. I changed the hoardings with good quotes and positive thoughts instead of crying ones. I finally came out smiling.  Then I saw the smile on the face. Who am I? Who was it?

Eyes have begin to smile,
Cheerful is the face,
Lips are moving with ease,
Things aren’t the same,
Heart is indeed in the hall of fame!

How is your heart? Have you ever entered it?

Darkness in the Light


This poem is written for Poetry 101 Rehab: Dark . The prompt demands to pen down something on the theme “dark”. Here i attempt, to keep the poem as dark as possible!

The Darkness: We see people who are abandoned and left on streets. We see theirs sufferings. We see those innocent hands begging for a penny. When we are worried about the little things that we could not complete for the day, there are people who are worried if they could get to eat something for the day. They have no clue of what is happening around the world. What they really want to know is “will their tummy fill today and will they see the sunshine tomorrow!”.

He never understood,
He never explained,
Hidden in his smiles,
Darkness and fear files.

He wore a mask,
Never no one to ask,
For it was not his dreams,
Taking darkness in his teams.

The cries of pain,
Heart with dark stains,
For all the things he dared,
The darkness itself scared.

The regrets were strong,
Never felt so wrong,
He did not knew why,
Where life seemed a lie.

Never saw the sunshine,
Or what it actually meant,
For only he could rent,
A deathbed just fine!

In the end, came all,
Looking at his fall,
Only words they sell,
“Sleep Well!”

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Beauty in Ten Sentences

Thank you themissiontomars for the challenge!

Task: The challenge is to write ten sentences on “Beauty” and each sentence to have “six words” one of which must be “beauty” and ending it with a favorite quote on “beauty“. Also to nominate your friends to participate and spread the “virus“.

My Ten Sentences:

Beauty is of its own kind,
Beauty is the imperfections in bind.

It’s beauty not so known unkind,
It’s beauty everything in our mind.

Skin is beauty, said no one,
Mind is beauty, said every one.

Being strong is beauty, one duty,
Being wrong is beauty, another duty.

Shines of good heart, beauty is!
Power and smile starts, beauty in.

Note: I have shifted the position of beauty after every two sentences. Two more sentences would have made it perfect. I wish some readers will complete it!


“Beauty is the imperfection”


I would like to keep it open. Please feel to nominate yourself for the task. I am sure it it no less than fun!