Who is she?

I remember when i was a little girl, they said I had sparkling eyes and a smile like a pearl,

I hopped and jumped in and around the house, I had nothing to hide, I was pure and clear.

All i knew was to be carefree .

Do you also remember the time of your life when it was full of joy and glee?

When you cried but your tears could be seen, when you cried but didn’t feel grief. When your anger and pain was just for a moment of brief.

Do you remember it still?

And now i find a girl standing in the mirror, looking at me! But i wonder, do i really know her? Who is she?

She is wearing specs ,hair not so set, her eyes containing stories uncountable,

Of people who came and stayed and the people who came but left, of the people who forgot her and the people whom she wants to forget.

Inside her is a house of secrets that she has kept, some of which are dark and some full of depth.

She has fears of losing her loved ones , to think of a life without them..she can’t even dare! But i wonder that is she actually being selfish or just that she cares?

She is a hell, she is a mess. You better stay away from this source of stress!!
Beware! ‘Coz if you come near you might not be able to bear the pain.
You see, I am warning you beforehand. Later, don’t complain.

She can make you have peace with your thoughts, irrespective of being tangled herself with the same. She is indeed a mystery to me which i just can’t explain.

She is no more pious and clean as she used to be, sometimes a hypocrite, sometimes fearful of troubles,

but she is also a friend, to count upon as trustworthy, who will never leave you, no matter of the happiness or the agony.

I again look deep into her eyes, and now i find a touch of innocence and sincerity!

And yet again i wonder, do I really know her? IS SHE ME??

Feel free to catch up in the comments section for sharing your views and opinions.


सज़ा ….

हमने तो उन्हें बेझिझक बोलने की इजाज़त दी थी
ओर वो बिन सोचे समझे बोलने की गु़स्ताखी कर बैठे
अंजाम कुछ यूँ हुआ कि
जिस दोस्ती के सहारे कभी जिए थे हम,
अब लगने लगा कि हमने कोई गलती तो नही करदी ?

दुख तो इस बात का है कि उन्हें अंदाज़ा भी नहीं था कि उनसे खता भी हुई थी,
और हमे कोई ये बतादे कि हमे किस खता की सज़ा मिली थी!!!

I allowed him to feel free to say,but he made the mistake of speaking without thinking. The consequence was that the friendship which I lived with, seemed like a mistake. He doesn’t even feel that he committed any mistake, and someone tell me for which mistake of mine I was being punished.

I wrote the above on last 30th December, to be precise. There was something that was making me feel sick and then this was what I came up with. Maybe for them, it wasn’t a big deal, but we don’t have much control over what we feel! But now I am fine. Of course you just can’t hold on to things and lament upon them. And then time is a healer. Isn’t it!

I hope that you liked reading it. By the way, I also got to learn that typing in Hindi can take more time than we think of. 😉

Thanks for reading💜 and do share your views.

Alive or dead?

Heya! Hope you all are doing good.

We dream. We think . We want. We yearn.

We try. We fail. We fall. It hurts. We  cry. We drown in the sea.

Those who manage to come out of the sea are too alive to be dead again and dead enough to be swayed by the life shown to them. Those who are still in there, can neither live nor die.

Are you learning to survive in the sea or you are dead even on the land??

P.S. This one was really quite random. How did you find it? Do share your thoughts and views in the comments section. Waiting to hear from you! Thanks for reading.✨💜


C’mon let’s meet to have some coffee..

No, there won’t be anyone else,it is just for you and me.

And yes ,don’t carry your phone , for today can you keep it at home?

No haste for the pics and the selfie to be clicked, we will save this moment on the memory of our hearts instead, which will be everlasting and will never end..

We both will look for each other amongst the crowd,

Just as we did when we were in school,

me waiting for you beneath the neem tree,checking my watch ,and eyes on the work restlessly,

But you were nowhere to be seen, until you nearly shouted in my ears standing close to me .

I felt angry at once but relieved also , for I had you by my side, finally.

We will drink the coffee at the terrace, our favourite place!

We will talk together,about each other, and reminisce the time we shared ,about how you bunked you classes to meet me,the late night chats and laugh remembering how we managed to watch together our first movie.

I know that we can’t promise each other to be together forever, for we can’t decide what is held by the future .

But let’s just live this moment together, and add on a memory to cherish when we will grow older.

So,this evening don’t make me wait by coming late ,

I can’t wait anymore to be with you and drink this delicious coffee , which is ready and just waiting for you and me….


#FrIeNds foReVeR…

We were friends for years and lived together, and we will continue , even in the future.

Just one accident, and a matter of few seconds ,and they say that you are dead. i know they are lying. You won’t leave me like this. Come on! Wake up! Don’t be quite .Say something…

why don’t you say anything? Are you gone?

No ,you can’t betray! You don’t have the right to be my life and then just go away.

You said ,you will never leave me alone in the darkness. You don’t have the right to be my sun, and then disappear , and making the darkness be my eternal companion.

You said you won’t let me cry but you don’t have the right to be the reason for me to smile and then bid me good-bye.

You don’t have the right to be the reason for my heart to beat and then break and hurt it.

Okay!! You don’t wanna speak to me and keep sitting in that heaven quietly. But remember ,you can leave me alone ,physically ,only. For you are still prisoned in my heart and soul. From there you can’t be ever free.

You promised that you will always be there. I won’t let you break it ,so easily.

i will find you in the downpour ,which soothes me. I will find you in the sunshine that heals me. I will find you in the star of my dark sky, that shines bright. I will find you wherever I can feel me!!

They say you can’t live any longer, but you don’t have the right to die ,either.

coz you lost it the moment when we pledged together, TO BE THE FRIENDS FOREVER.



Hello folks.

Have you ever thought about what would the world be like without the words? It would have been peaceful ,no fights , no differences. But at the same time how hollow it would have been, as we wouldn’t be able to say , to talk , to chat, to share our feelings and above all to EXPRESS.

Words are powerful to pierce through the heart , they can mend the relations that are broken apart.

They can be the medicine to your unseen wound, and can open the door of love which no luxury has ever found.

Words can also wage a war, between family ,between friends,

and even those ,who say they love each other,

and make promises to be together forever.

Isn’t it strange that some words can make them forget,

the vows they did make, as if they were all fake.

And at the end ,all they land up with is only regret!

Words are used for encouragement and motivation,

they are the medium to show your love and affection.

But ,words also betray, don’t they?

when they fail to express your emotions,

when they are misjudged by people ,overlooking your intentions.

Your words can either make you kind or rude.

You can use them to show your superiority as well as gratitude,

You know what ,speaking wisely is also a technique,

which you too can master just by thinking before you speak.

Words are like a glass ,in which you can pour the love or hate,

And do remember that,

no one but YOU can empower the words either to DESTROY or to CREATE!!

I hope that my words were able to make you think about the world which you have made for your words!


The life of a FRAGRANCE!!

Hello folks!

When I saw this topic of fragrance , to write poetry on (for a competetion),literally I was like ” how come anyone can write a poem on fragrance?”, i didn’t have a clue. But later on ,few ideas popped up in my mind and then i tried to go ahead .FINALLY, after a great deal of thinking ,I had been able to pen down a poem on the life of a fragrance.

So here it goes…..

I take birth in nature’s lap ,shielded by the sky ,unbound and surrounded by the greenery all around.

My birth is a thing of celebration for one and all, everyone comes to visit me without any call.

i love to dance and travel, and go past the streets ,lanes and different places

To name a few, near the vanilla tree or a rose flower.

i also lie dormant in sand and wake up when i meet that heavenly downpour.

My parents never try to confine me, i go where ever i want to go,

i live my life with full liberty!

My presence is cherished ,and my absence passes into nothingness,

You see, i am always a source of cheers and happiness.

But ,there are some wicked creatures,

who come into my home and crushes my parents brutally,

they pluck them, they break them, and then rob me of my liberty

I feel helpless and wonder at the thought,

that how can people claim anything over which they have no right.

i cry for help ,but my tears fail to reach their sight!

and my happy family is shattered at the hands of their misery !

They enjoy trapping me in their opulent and ostentatios bottles,

and limits my access only to those who have money.

they insist me to live and make me eat chemicals and medicines,

Oh god! when would these men realise the magnitude of their sins!

i can neither be seen nor be heard, but you can still feel my essence.

My parents didn’t give me a name ,but i heard people calling me as ‘fragrance’.

So, I hope that you too did feel this journey of the unseen and the unheard!!


To LOVE her…….

To love her means to sacrifice,to convert the mine into ours,

To find the beauty even in her scars,

To be with her like the sky is with the stars,

To love her is to share her silent screams so that she can open herself up and rejoice the beauty of life,

To love her is to enjoy the dark with her when she sees no light,

To be the string if she’s the kite,so that she can have a flight ,

Away from the menacles of all the agony and the fright.

To love her is to let her feel that you are near even when you are far,

As when hearts are connected,the network isn’t a bar.

To love her means to set her free from the prison, surrounded by judgements ,excuses and reason.

To hold her hand tight when she is left alone by everyone,

To love her is to give her space more than the light,

As to Love her is to be her sky more than her sun.

Can anyone love her like this? If yes then she’s going to have the heaven’s bliss!!

But what if it is a fiction? Well I guess love is too unpredictable for landing at any conviction.

So don’t give birth to any expectations if you want to save yourself from the affliction.

All the best wishes your way…


#mis TAKES!!


Actually ,the moment I decided to share the quote about mistakes and perfections on my blog,I observed some extra activity in my mind😂. It had words in it flying here and there that too without my permission ( it happens often😛) and eventually to my surprise they fell into their right place at last!😁.

And I had no choice but to pen them down ….so here they are..

Commiting mistakes lavishly doesn’t mean repeating them again and again,

If you do so,you’ll be told as insane.

But it means to face every new thing coming your way like an intrepid,

And never worry about if something goes wrong,

‘Coz mistakes will never leave you hand off,

They would offer the lessons that will be loyal and won’t leave you lifelong.

But the choice is with you whether to accept the offer or deny it,

And if you are wise enough, the choice won’t be at all tough!

And mind it that…

the fact that you learnt something even though not in the first go is a lot easier to buy,

Than the one that you were a gutless, milksop and a coward person to even try!!

I hope that just like me , you too would find some strength form the above poem for trying something you are uncertain for and embracing your mistakes.

Keen to hear your opinions about the poem.


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