Mystical Memory

Mystical Memory

As I look behind the dusty rack I found a piece of a broken mirror,

Dawned on me to think of whimsical expectations,

I unintendedly bent down at my reflection.

Found out so much was lost so much already done,

Cannot fall back in time where all was so mesmerizing.

All I do is contemplate, deny the menace of my passion,

All I give in is hope and give up on negotiation.

When I relied on the nocturnal-nights and the scented bed,

I reckoned my mystical words but forgot the tears I shed.

Benign was the breeze of dreams that whisked me on its pillow,

Soon I realised not that I hadn’t scrounged but understood the tree of hope was hollow.

Ran upon the wet grass that quietly drove me in its dungeon of darkness,

I clasped my hands onto the shining droplets of river that lastly turned out to be blessed.

A Blessed Life................

A Blessed Life

I know I’ll be blessed with a mother, who’ll give me birth,

I wish I come in this world, in the hands of tender earth.

I want to live a life, want to fall in love, shouldn’t I feel the bliss?

Oh papa I want to be your shining star and hold your finger as I walk,

Mother let me hear the lullabies in the night slumber,

Let me savor the beauty of being a maiden, let me be a living soul.

I’m not a curse but a blessing in disguise,

I’m not evil but echo of a nightingale’s melody,

I’ll be the beauty from inside out, lend me a chance,

And I’m not weak, I’m ready to face the sour lies.

I swear by my promises and my words,

I will love with my heart and will stand by my love,

I want to survive, all I desire for is being a blessed life.

Eyes Through My Sunglasses

As I unfold my existence and I walk towards the curious warm August morning dated 31st in 1991, for the first time my mother held me in her arms tenderly. Born in mélange of people in Kanpur the city also known as Manchester of East. Being brought up in protected yet pampered environment may be one of the many reasons of being a blessed soul. The first baby step that I took was on my first birthday, my upbringing has been just like other children but I know I’ve been luckier in getting my demands fulfilled for being my daddy’s princess.
Dropping down at those savored moments certainly brings out a known sense of happiness and pleasure, but they too leave me helpless at the same time because all those moments that seemed to be as never ending at that time were in no way coming back again. Flipping through the pages of my being I pause by the quirky moments that made me who I am now, coming across the snapshots lifts my spirit. Every time I try to relive the still moments of my existence there is always something in store that leaves me amused. Stepping on the memory lane that went on the pathway to the frivolous rebukes accompanied by treasured lullabies were the memorable occasions.


Growing up after the trouble-free and snuggled childhood under the shadow of my parents made it crystal clear that crests and troughs were not only a part of waves. Procrastination surely did add up to the failures that I realized at the time of results of assessments followed by the surprises that were prepared with the crack of dawn! Yearning and learning came respectively with more emphasis on the first term, however with time I realized the importance of the latter.
Being an extrovert helped me in mingling up with people that lent a hand to me on a positive track. A poetic and sensitive, yet a strong headed girl is what I am makes me an individual. Having inspired or original ideas that brings out my eccentricity which supports my conscience to speak out that makes me feel complete and elated.