I Write

I let my mind wander

And try not hard to write

If I push myself to do

I end up in a Fight

So even If its stupid lines

That may not really rhyme

I write what I feel like

Not for a daily dime.

Not for a word of praise

Or to follow some leading trend

So If you choose not to read

My writing still wont end

I banter about feelings

Dancing in blood and flesh

And how they overpower me

Fighting in a mesh

One of them is loneliness

With his ugly grey coat

But Hope and Joy fight him Out

And send him on his Boat

Love and Laughter hand in hand

Pleasant Songs they Sing

Trust and Confidence If you see

Happy smiles they bring

I write about my travels

For which I think I'm born

My Compass and My hiking Boots

Au Revoir I am gone

I write about Movies

The plot, the camera, the cast

Also about the ones I see

Till the popcorn lasts

I write about health & beauty

And fashion in its sense

I paint a picture with my words

Go see from your special lens

I write about food a lot

Because I live to eat

I write about food some more

Then writing is a treat

I write about broken hearts

And shattered dreams too

Friends and past lovers

My goals all old and new

So my friend Do not fear

If You cant seem to write

Don't force yourself into It

You'll end up in a fight

Put your pen to paper

And do the best you do

Just let your mind wander

Write It just for You

Solitude

Someones Friend and Someones Foe

What is Solitude You never know

A Friend to Loners

A Routine for the Old

Found with Moaners

But its Never Sold

Someones Friend and Someones Foe

What is Solitude You never know

Uninvited to a party

Left out by a crowd

Despised by the hearty

Shy from the loud

Someones Friend and Someones Foe

What is Solitude You never know

5 senses

Of the many things that I've got without asking for Im most grateful for my 5 senses.

This is about My 5 Senses and Me:

I see the winter turn to spring

I see happy faces on the swing

I see a friend whose had a fall

Oh Im glad I see it all

I hear the rumbling of the sky

I hear a laugh I hear a cry

I hear a friend, when 'help' he calls

Oh Im glad I hear it all

I smell the aroma of good food

I smell flowers that change your mood

I smell acquainted scent in the hall

Oh Im glad I can smell it all

I taste sweet and sour candy

I taste the warm of expensive brandy

I taste the bitter when tears fall

Oh Im glad I can taste it all

I feel the cold wind on my face

I feel the smooth of silk and lace

I feel the shiver when fear crawls

Oh Im glad I feel it all

Letting Go

I am born with this stupid habit of giving a lot of gyaan. A wise person once said I'd be a good Agony Aunt. I guess she was Right. I remember writing this long time ago for a friend. I decided to share it cause I realise there are more like her there. This post is dedicated to all those who 'Hold On' pretending to be very strong, without realizing that its 'Letting Go' that makes you stronger.

-- Letting go is a natural release of emotions which follows a realization that holding on only stays with an emotional drain and pain

You did something stupid
In your memory it seems to last
You think about it everyday
Its a blast from the past

You meant to say things
But decided to keep shut
And now the same things
Have become a daily Rut

It fills your mind with regret
and your heart with pain
But thinking about it day and night
Will soon drive you insane

Letting go is not standing up for a fight
But standing up for what is right.

Letting go is not giving up or giving in
Its about getting through without a sin

Letting go is not to stop caring
Its only finding other people to care for

Letting go is not to stop believing
Its about strengthening your faith

Letting go is not hanging on to the past
But getting a foothold in the present

Letting go is not " THE END"
Its only a new beginning

Letting go is all about not regretting not looking back
Letting go is not easy to do
But sometimes its the only way to heal you

Mind Switch

I don't know how I do it

But I surely know I can

I switch it On and Off

With the stealth of my Hand

Sometimes done on purpose

To stray away from pain

And worries rushing in surplus

Driving me insane.

Off it goes to block

Devils from my past

All the scary stories

And shadows that they cast

I switch it back On

To make dreams come true

Running ahead of time

Painting a life all new

I leave it in between

To greet reality

With experiences and goals

Trying to sound all witty

I worry one day while playing

If I just can't seem to fix

Unknown place I'll be in

Stuck in all the mix

No I can't stay with

Ghosts I used to fret

Or walk away with people

Whom I haven't even met

I know I want to remain

In NOW I feel so safe

May not be that colourful but

A pleasant place

World Cup

WE WON!! WE WON!! WE WON!!

The last ball flew for a SIX and the feeling was Euphoric.

I was never a big Cricket buff, but its difficult to ignore the sport when you are living in India. People eat live and breathe cricket. Every lane and every corner there is a ball flying and children with tiny worn out bats using brick as stumps playing their own match. Each one living the dream of becoming the next 'Sachin Tendulkar'. You know there is a big match being played when you see a huge crowd outside a TV showroom shouting and cheering. People rushing back home from work like there was a catastrophe. Cricket means different things to different people. To my dad its a religion. He has to see every ball that was bowled. To my mom it was a Hijacked TV and a major interruption in watching her TV serials. To one sister it was all about the cute players. To the other it was about emphasising the point 'of how sports can be a profession'. To me it was a big reunion, lots of food, endless cricket spam on Facebook, sleepless nights and a croaky voice the next day with all the screaming and shouting.

Watching the World Cup away from Home is devastating. (Especially when its in your city and India is in the Finals.). However, live updates on You -Tube and continuous messages from my cricket crazy friends made me feel like I was almost there. The World Cup Finals is the only match in all these years that I watched religiously from start to end. It was like being under a spell. I did not move an inch believing it would change the team's luck. When the final ball was hit the stadium erupted and I had tears of joy. God had answered a billion prayers today. I felt honoured to be an important part of History.

Cricket to me that day was a small part of a Bigger Picture called Life. I would like to share a few things I realised and learnt that day from the match that united billions.

1) Believe in the decisions you take.

2) Things may not always go as you imagine but Hold On and Keep Fighting.

3) There is always a knight in shining armour who will lead you out of the ditch.

4) Respect and cherish your friends. They know how to fulfil your dreams.

5) Prayers have Power

6) Finish it in Style.

Brain Gain

Have you spoken to your brain before? I've had conversations.

Before you start freaking out let me pledge that I'm not under the influence of any drug and do not suffer from any psychological disorder. I do not hallucinate and I am not losing my marbles.

It all started on a gloomy Sydney morning. The sky had lost its blue, displaying an ugly shade of grey. The thunder drowning my words and the pouring rain melting me like clay. My sun umbrella which I 'very cleverly' carried when the forecast on every weather channel suggested heavy showers could barely withstand the strong gust of wind blowing me away. Drenched from head to toe I managed to reach the train station to find out I missed my train by exactly one minute. I sat myself on a bench with a grumpy face ready to punch the next person I could find with my broken umbrella. Embracing the state of extreme self pity I asked my brain the one question which i seldom ask myself when things don't go my way, "Why Me?". Now by my brain I mean my brain and not my heart or any other organ for that matter. They've had a reputation of fooling me in the past. "Why me?" I said to him I got no response. "Why ME?" I asked loudly, there was still a deafening silence. "WHY ME?" I yelled this time, I was successful in turning a few heads but still got no response. 'You Are So Stupid' I said to my brain, my nerves twitched, my shoulders slopped, and my face made the same funny expression that you tend to make when you feel clueless. That was when the feeling began to slowly sink and I started feeling Stupid. I suddenly felt I was surrounded by a glow of white light or you can say it was my moment of enlightenment and I jumped off the bench screaming 'Eureka' with the same excitement that Archimedes must have felt. I had found my answer. I was happy like a kid who found lost candy. I knew now that my my brain understood everything I said. But I could not ask questions I had to find my own answers. Its funny how a 'stupid feeling' changed the way I began to think.

My words soon turned into conversations and I started tricking my self into believing a lot of things. And the best part is that It actually worked for me. I learnt my mind was an innocent obedient kid. He did as much as I told him to and believed everything that I said. It was my own secret game which I knew I could never loose. With every victory I had a new fear conquered. I soon felt I was overflowing with positivity. Every time I acted pessimistically out of habit, I knew how to turn tables around. I just told my mind 'I Can Do it' and those magic words worked wonders. I came to believe that half the things we worry about never really happen. My apprehensions have vanished and Life Is Beautiful again. Its rightly said 'Its not who you are that holds you back, its who you think you are not'. Since I have an uncanny knack of remembering only the unimportant things in life, I can't remember the day when I told my mind 'I can write beautifully'. I felt like a solider who was called to war and in my confidence of winning the inner fight, which I was running away from for the past 10 years I switched on my laptop opened a blank page and the rest I'm sure will go down in history…..

Writer's Block

It seems like a verse but its not...it seems like a note but its not its a randomness of words called an extended thought!


----My thoughts are vanishing, the words get blurr, the letters disappear leaving a state of thoughtlessness.

I cant really remember the year or the day when my thoughts started slipping away.
I cant really put a finger to how it started or where it led to.
The only thing i remember is holding a pen and putting nothing to paper.

There was a time when my pen couldnot keep pace with my thoughts.
That time if i think of now seems a long time ago.
Gone are the days when i wrote for pleasure and wrote in pain.
I wrote in the sand washed away never to be seen again.

Writing now is more of a test, to see if i can write.
Its more of a mess to win the inner fight.
Gone are the days when i could analyze for days on end
and think more than my share.

I remember thinking about the future while running back to my past.
I remeber just thinking till the day could last.
My thoughts became words which constantly jumped in and out of my head.
My brain worked overtime and would stop sometime i dread.

My fear became reality and i almost feel braindead.
I Wonder why it happened I cant seem to think
I always felt a part of me missing
Now I know its a HOLE IN MY HEAD