"Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write, I know I have been blessed."~Savita

Welcome to my blog. In my quiet hours I seek to touch the depth of myself and my surroundings. My thoughts that take form of poetry are just the scratches on the surface of life as it reveals to me. Wrapped in a delicate veil of symbolism and ambiguity these verses and expressions also fulfill my desire to share a bit of my self with others. I hope reading them would be as enjoyable for you as writing them has been for me.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Flash Thought ll

The world was availed to me
I put my heart and soul in it
Thinking it is mine
It took my heart and soul 
And disappeared.
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There is freedom in being alone
Loneliness is a curse upon that freedom 
Like death few will relish it 
To have a partner
Give a bit of your self.
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Life is like silent waters
High or low tides of time 
Create waves in ocean
A wise sailer enjoys equally

thrill or tranquility.

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Even in failure I feel so relieved!

Yes! The mega task-
Taken few weeks back
Of creating another poetry book
Ended in total disaster!

It's been almost three years
Since I created my first book.
An adventure it was in self publishing!
Not only it was a very satisfying experience,
With the cost so reasonable, I was thrilled
To gift my first book to family and friends.

It was a milestone achieved in my poetic journey,
Which to this day still continues,
Albeit with bumps and glitches.

The fun of learning and 
taking up a new challenge 
Is what I thought I could do again.
Specially since blocked inspiration and
Lost creativity is what has been plaguing me.

Not writing any thing has been like 
Not visiting my inner most chambers. 
Like missing a special friend
Who refuses to meet me again.

Holding and displaying another one 
Of my own book, while waiting
For the muse to bestow her grace,
Made the idea so very appealing,
That I didn't mind the hard work
Of doing it with out a guided software.
I was even pleasantly surprised to discover
The level of concentration that kept me going.

Many weeks of reading instructions,
Learning the forgotten use of margins,
Gutters, and indentations, 
Editing and formatting old poems and
Copying and pasting to create a PDF file,
All kept me so involved
That even the crisp, bright sunshine
Of gorgeous November weather
Couldn't snatch me away from computer.

Finally the book was submitted for auto review.
But the appearance was not to my satisfaction.
There were issues needed to be resolved.
Auto formatting was a miss match for content.
Correcting mistakes created even a bigger mess.
The whole project now looks a total disaster!


Tired and weary I realized 
That if I want a new book 
Either I have to take some help
Or start all over again.
Which ever route I take, for time being
My book project is on the hold! For now
I am relishing this feeling of liberation!
A weight lifted from my shoulders!
Even failure has its own rewards!
It brought me back at my writing again!