Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Day 13 – Letter to Someone you wish could forgive you

Dear God,

I seek your forgiveness because I always doubt about your existence. But you make it so hard for me to believe in you. Yes I am not the one who gives a specific time period of the day remembering you. 

I am not the one who chants your name 108 times every single day. I am not the one who prays or looks at you while passing by you (in temple). And sometimes even if I join my hands I do not bow myself because I am angry at you.

letter to god

Forgive me for not praying to your so many avatars. I get angry at those who make me to pray in avatar of ‘this’ or ‘that’. Because for me your existence is not in various but ‘one’.

Right from the age we start to learn and grasp things we are made to learn ‘God helps those who help themselves.’ Sadly as I grew up what I see is everyone busy praying to you rather than helping the needy. Don’t get me wrong there are many who donate money or food. But for me the question arises: Are they doing with the thought of ‘selflessness’ or for increasing their ‘good deeds’ or as called in hindi – ‘punya’?

If all of these I think is wrong then forgive me. I am not an atheist, I have faith in you. Yes I do sometimes feel you are punishing me with this current life situation but at the end it leaves me thinking what if you are testing my faith in you?

Forgive me for my angriest side I show to you more often these days. Each and every passing day the barrenness is snatching my breath and faith in you.

Who else could it be?

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Day 12 – Letter to the person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain

I will never start this letter with 'Dear'. You people who I hate most do not deserve the 'dear'. You caused me the emotional pain which I had begin to believe there wasn't a cure for. I never believed there would be people like you in my life. 
letter writing challenge, girl in dark

My life was doomed. You have no idea how much pain you people had caused. I had begun to wish each day there shouldn’t be a tomorrow for me. Days were painful and horrendous near you. The thoughts of ‘death’ and ‘to escape’ overpowered my brain. I had wished to die, to give up everything because I couldn’t pick myself up.

Wait there is more! I had failed myself in life. I had wanted to jump in front of the train or die in any circumstances within few seconds - the only escape from that pain.

I had to suffer and bear the ‘most painful’ disease condition recorded in medical history. I lived through that pain with gritted teeth and swallowing my own voice of hurt. But neither of you understood the pain.

I had endured the pain for what? For standing up for myself and being me! You tried to deter my courage by weakening me. You wanted me to be a puppet with the strings in your hands. But you know what- the pain made me stronger. I was in darkness all the way to realize - You never had the strings of my life!

Everything happens for a reason and after meeting you I have realized never, ever be dependent on anyone for your happiness. If I can’t pick myself up from the rut, no one will.

I took a wrong turn and met you. It wasn't the road less traveled but it is the road where I turned to be 'me' as I am today. 

I will never wish bad for you because Karma is a b***h and it will get you.

From the one who will never be yours.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

The Lovely Bones- Life after Death

Well that sounded bit weird, life after death?! But Susie Salmon the protagonist in the book The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold has a flicker of life within her. She was raped and murdered at the tender age of fourteen by her neighbor George Harvey. I haven’t spoiled the story for you as from the beginning Susie tells us about her killer lurking everyday on the earth so close to her family.

Even after death she wants to share her story because even in the heaven sharing lessens her pain. She quotes, “Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain. It was that day that I knew I wanted to tell the story of my family. Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.” 

There are many Susie around us. Some coming out to talk about the horrendous act and some silently die each day but still living. There are more than 1000 rape cases reported in a year in India. The numbers might be more than this which are hidden in the dark corners. Who is at fault? This question distresses me. Is the upbringing at fault? Is the illiteracy a cause? But there are sexual assaults reported in high profile, educated crowd too. Or is it the law? Or should we blame on the hormones?

I am not being a feminist because sexual assault is not limited to females.
the lovely bones book
Coming back to the book, the story narrates how the death of a daughter, a sister, a friend, a lover has impact on the every single life attached to her. It is so difficult for Susie’s parents (Jack and Abigail Salmon) to accept their loving daughter is brutally murdered. A father’s instinct is so strong that he knew who killed his angel. A mother who knew her daughter is no more but couldn’t come to the term as no one except Len Fenerman, the detective talks about his thoughts and 'who killed Susie?' It is the first time Abigail hears from someone that her daughter has 'died'. 

The death of Susie creates the turmoil in Jack and Abigail relationship. ‘Escaping’ from the family is the only option left with Abigail. Lindsey and Buckley, the sister and brother are wonderful characters with maturity at young age.

The characters of Ruth and Ray Singh (her friends) are commendable. It is delightful reading their part in the story.

Though the book has a touch of fantasy in it, the story is close to reality. There is no twist and turn or any suspense but goes along the course as life does. There are few chapters I couldn’t agree with but then who has seen life after death? Susie watches over her family and how their life shapes with absence of her.

There is only one instance in the book where ‘The Lovely Bones’ is mentioned. “These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.” 

The book deserves to be read. 

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Don't Love Me 2.2

She peeked through the window and saw the full moon beaming at her. She smiled. She smiled to herself after long. She found solace in the moonlight at that very moment making the hollowness in her life disappear.
She flipped through the pages of her journal which she had begun to write again, again after abandoning writing since few years. Her fears, her anxiety, the terror, the dread were cascading on the paper. The outpouring of the emotions lessened her burden.

She had stopped groping for love. She dreaded 'Love' after meeting him. She never read about such love in books or poems she adored.

She wrote down: “This is not love. You don’t love me. Because love never hurts. Love never makes one want to die. Love gives warmth in fear. Love gives strength in weakness. Love never abuses. Love gives assurance. Your love is not love. Don’t Love Me!”

love poem, love affirmations, love song

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Sunday, August 6, 2017

Advice to My Younger Self

Dear 18 year old Poonam,

You have recovered from the most distressing illness but the ones who never had it will not know how it has sucked the energy out of you. It has not only destroyed you physically but also emotionally. It pulled you back hard from the ‘ambition’. The path you would be walking will be smooth for a while but it will take a drastic turn which you will not see coming. It is going to be difficult. You might fall hard on the face and no one will be beside to pick you up. Here’s my advice for you:

      Love and Pick Yourself Up
Do not wait for anyone to feel like being loved. Nurture self-love every day of your life. You can’t love someone if you don’t love yourself. Take time to care for self. Focus on the health. It is always okay to treat and pamper. Never be embarrassed if you fall down. Pick yourself up. You can do it, always!

      Be ‘You’
Do not try to copy others and never compare yourself to others. Be inspired from the successful people and also from the ones you meet day-to-day who have worked hard for where they are right now. Always remember: Be the Best version of ‘You’!

 Never Give Up
It won’t be easy to achieve  goals. Work, work and work hard. Fail! But continue working on the task. Perseverance is the only key to get there where you want to be. Never, never, never ever give up. Also do not try to please others. PeeCee says: “If you like me, that’s great! If you don’t like me, I don’t care.” Make this the theme of your life.

 Live in this very moment
Stop living in past. It has left you. It is time you leave it. Stop being anxious about future. Future won’t be good if you do not focus on today. Life is short, make the most of it. It is high-time. Dance if you feel like. Scream if you want to. Sing if you want to. Write what you feel and want to. Do not shy and suppress your emotions.

      Life goes on
You might know the truth of it but life goes on and it will get better. It always gets better, sooner or later.

Mark the words of Colonel Sanders the founder of KFC bold in your life: “You got to like your work. You have got to like what you are doing, you have got to be doing something worthwhile so you can like it – because it is worthwhile that it makes a difference, don’t you see?”

Lots of love and hugs (because no one will give it when you need them),


advice to my younger self

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Day 11 – A Deceased person you wish you could talk to

rose image

Dear young lad,

It was the first and last day that we meant. I remember you very well and always will. You were chatty and did not look ill but the cancer was feeding on you.  I remember how you talked about the school and friends. You did not shy away when I started the conversation.

The doc was going to operate on you and everything would have been alright. But it did not. There was no ‘next day’ for you. Life is unpredictable and unfair.

Your last breathe! The memory is still crystal clear: one deep inhale and you were gone. I remember your mother sitting on stairs alone. It wasn’t her but I in front of you during the last breathe. How strange is life! How I had thought in those few seconds to pull you back and not let you go.

No medical equipment was able to review you. When you were taken in ICU I saw your parents. She wasn’t crying. She was calm on outside but I could feel her, losing her child.

Rest in peace.


The one who will keep you alive in memory

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

I'll Be Gone

Chester bennington
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I live with a constant fear
Life on the land is so unclear

I ride on a boat of extremist
Cruising through the sea mist
The waves make me rise and fall
Breaking the angst wall

One puff puts me in trance
I revel in it and dance
Ecstasy flowing in my veins
Flight from all the pains and chains
Blood churns as blazing fire
Yearning this desire

One puff and away from the shore
No more prisoner of crazy mind war
I am the lonely soul
Inside the smothering mind control
Trapped inside this depressed body
Secrets seen by nobody

Tide takes me away from this world
Like a baby I curled
Storm can’t deter me
Happy ending I foresee
The island where my soul set free

I write the final song
My memoir after am long gone
I hear the distant music
I savor the seismic

One puff and I am in ashes
End of distressed clashes
For once and for all
I let go,
to be just ‘Me’ and to be Free

Suicide is considered as a crime but Sexual abuse in childhood or anytime is the darkest and hardest spot to wash off. 

Chester Bennington poured his suppressed memories out which is also reflected in his songs. One of my favorite song by him: Castle of Glass

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Day 10 – Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to

letter to a friend

Dear J,

First of all, my apologies to you. I am really sorry I didn't give a positive reply to your message which was only for my concern. I am sorry how badly it ended. I won't say our friendship is no more because you still are my friend.

It was not my ego of not replying back to you but I was and still am afraid to disclose how vulnerable I am with that 'specific' topic. I just couldn't type anything or say a thank you for the concern. I couldn't say that I was depressed and the thoughts of escaping and death had made themselves guest inside my head which were so so difficult to get rid of.

We are all bond with multiple relationships and not a single entity. But most of the time we give up everything for 'them' and swallowing our own thoughts and freedom. I gave in and still giving in. I couldn't gather any courage to go against the so-called norms.

The thread of that one relation is spiraled haphazardly which cannot be set free. To set it free it has to be cut. I have no courage to cut it. I am taking one day at a time.

Kindly read this because you were the main reason I found my art in writing. I want to talk with you. Whenever we met we turned into Gossip girls.

I recall all the memories of college, common room, OPDs. And the most memorable was the graduation day as if we were the only one to be graduating. We had absolute fun.

I gave in for 'others' and I gave up on 'someone'. I am trying to reach out to you via this letter that I miss you. I really hope you are doing very well in your life.

A friend and always will be.

Sunday, July 23, 2017


self-music, self-exploration

I am a person with words. Words which have strength. This is the reason it is said, choose your words right. They have the  power to make or break you. Words give me power. Power which I shouldn't misuse. Words are my friends, they are my best companion.

I believe in my self. Trust no one. But look out for those true to you. They are few. Very few. Do not drown in self-doubt. It will be the worse kind of death. Do not self-pity. You are blessed in my ways. Count your blessings.

People will tell you are not worth enough. They will hit you with hurtful words. Those words can kill you. You have to choose whether to let those words pierce your confidence or shield with inner belief.

They say Life is short. But they also say It is never too late. Which to believe? I say be opportunistic. Grab hold of them. They aren't always crystal clear brought on a well garnished platter. They are good in disguise. Do you have the sight to catch them?

Never ever say I can't do it. At least give it a try. This isn't applicable if you are vegetarian and forced to eat meat or the other way round.

It is not easy for you to make someone laugh or smile. Again I will say choose your words right. Sprinkle words of humor in your talk to bring a smile. Because anyone and everyone look beautiful with a smile.

Friday, July 21, 2017

Day 9: Letter to Someone You Want to Meet

open letter to sunny leone

Dear Karenjit Kaur/Sunny Leone,

You are a woman with beauty. You are a woman with confidence. GOD! Your aura with subtle hint of strength is commendable.

I am not your stalker. I do not follow you on Instagram or Twitter, facebook or in the fan following group. I even haven’t seen any of your movies except for the songs where you are the brightest star.
It all comes down to the question why do I want to meet you? I love you for the person you are! I saw the bio in your Twitter account which says, 'Only GOD will Judge! life is short lets make the most of it! Bang on!

You have a radiant personality which is not so easy to ignore. I respect your unwavering humility. I adore the evermore beaming smile.

I remember the news about the tweet mentioning your wish to work with SRK and did the wish come true! And then I saw you in the avatar of modern Laila soon.

I do not miss a write-up about you and this morning I read about the announcement of adopting a baby girl. Your words still resonating in my head, “I truly believe that Nisha chose us, we didn’t choose Nisha.” It is a symbol of benevolence.

Whenever I listen to the song by Alicia Keys – Girl on fire, it reminds me of you.
‘She's living in a world and it's on fire
Feeling the catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away’

A woman want to meet you.

jet airways domestic flights

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Day 8: Letter to My Favorite Internet Friend

letter writing challenge

Dear internet friend,

I haven’t forgotten you. It has been over 5 years, we haven’t spoken, chatted or mailed. I do miss talking with you. Facebook is oblivion to me but today I logged in just to check your profile for knowing that you’re okay.

You have been disconnected from this web world, the world wherein I met you. There were many horrid circumstances in the past but now they are not intricate. It is true when they say all will be okay. I did not judge you at that time and never will.

I have been very restless since the day I came across one of your tweets. I had immediately sent you mail asking about you. You haven't replied back but I know you read it because you either made the account private or blocked me.

Usually I can go on and on when it comes to writing but I am in complete loss for words. I just want to say and truly wish you read this letter. I hope you find my post in reading list if you still log into your blog which is private now. Hope we meet soon SCP.


A friend waiting to hear from you.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Day 7: Letter to My Ex-Crush

letter to ex-crush ex-love

Dear ex-crush,

I miss you. Sometimes! I miss you so much that I fall in the well of regret and the never ending ‘what ifs?’ I should have confessed my likings for you rather than hiding like a young naive girl hoping you would be her prince charming. But the ‘so-called’ culture pulled me back each time I tried to reach out. Well, I miss you at this very moment and the guilt pinches me hard. My life is good, but still there is an empty hollowness somewhere. I need to put the mud of oblivion in the empty space unlike the girls in Pretty Little Liars who had dumped many bodies but each time they get caught. I want to escape.

I won’t tag our relationship as ‘Just friends’. I felt you too had a crush on me but neither of us made the first move and our time together ended with saying, ‘I am happy for you. Stay happy.’ You were the only guy to write in my scrapbook. I do not have the courage to tear those two pages you had written. Destroying would mean I was destroying the happiness those pages bring. I might never harm them.

I will never be over with you. Because:

You were and never will be my weakness.
You do not make me vulnerable.
You gave me strength to believe in myself.
You made me discover my potential.
You believed in me.
And this is why I miss you.

Who met you at crossroads

Let me also celebrate this 100th post. Happy. Content. Carry On.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Day 6: Letter to a Stranger

letter to a stranger

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Dear stranger,

I don’t “know” you but I see you every day. You are the one I see in bus, in auto, in train, the one who sits beside me during the travel, the one who walks beside me in the crowd or the one reading this. See, I don’t “know” you but still we meet every day. You are been observed by many don’t think you are been ignored. I look at you and try to guess what’s going on inside the head. Don’t worry I never judge you. 30 years on this earth have taught me, ‘Never judge anyone unless you walk in their shoes.”

You looked sad that day, wonder what made to upset? Other day you were smiling to self and I was happy for you. I notice the struggles you encounter and I might never help you but you will get through them. At the end, everything will be ok.

You seek love. There is nothing wrong in it but the society has twisted the term ‘love’.  I will not write about the contorted version of love but learn to hold back when the love becomes lust.

Time and again, we understood that love is ‘loving others’ and many have lost their mind in the search of it. You don’t fall for it. Get up in the morning; look in the mirror, smile and say “I love you.” Say it every single day. Do not wait for someone else say the three words to you. Self-love will help you grow. You will learn to accept the weakness and work on it. Make mistakes. Learn from them. You always struggle to make time for others. Sometimes take out time for self care.

People will tell you’re worthless. Do not listen to them. You are worthy, you have the strength to reach the goals, you can gain anything, just set the mind on it. Practice mindfulness. No one will come to your rescue except your own inner self. Be aware of your own strengths and weaknesses. Never wait to fall on the rock. Pick yourself up.

I might sound preachy but there are many great people who have done it. It was never easy for them. They failed many times and each time they rose with great inner strength. You can too. Three words and I will end this letter.

Believe in yourself!

A stranger you come across every day.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Day 5: Letter to My Dreams

I am starting again what I left back in the year 2014 30 Day Letter Challenge (Yes, height of procrastination). I will be at peace once I complete it and am all about challenges these days. Let's start.

letter writing challenge

Dear Dreams,

You write on my blank slate of sleep most of the times. Since many years you come in different form but the theme is same. It is as if the movie is repetitive only with different characters.  I stand helpless, defenseless every time. I feel raw and bare, covering myself but no one can see through me, no one can see my vulnerability. I walk in fear, absolute dreaded with each move. I am with strangers. I don’t blame you. Over the period I realized and analysed, you are my own subconscious state which I hide when I am awake. I stay silent with the fear people won’t understand me losing opportunities. I hide my emotions with the fear of breaking down. I put a veil of being happy sometimes when I am not. The rope is knotted tight around my waist and I am standing on the edge of the bridge. The whooshing sound of air thuds my ears. The furious waves down below roar and my heart beat aloud against the chest. I feel as if I have never been alive till now after the thudding heart beats. I am standing still breathing heavily.  There is no one with me only the tight rope of fear. I struggle and want to be free from it but I don’t know how to swim. The rope is actually aiding me to be alive. But you know what? The rope is only around my waist leaving the other end free. No one is holding it, it isn't tied to anything.It isn’t helping me rather poisoning me with my own fear. The waves are my dreams, my goals. One step and I will be near them. The only thing is to overcome my fear and jump.

Yours’ truly and deeply,

The one who will seize you soon. 

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Mumbai Rains and Music

Pen touched the paper, struck the first chord
Ink flowed, the rhythm paced
Lyrics came alive, Music freed the soul
From its own darkness, from its own self-doubt

I love rains of Mumbai as long as it doesn’t stop the life. What better than the company of music to enjoy rains! I am sharing my rainy day playlist playing on loop.

rainy day songs, ed sheeran songs

         Shape of You by Ed Sheeran

There is no surprise this song is on top of my list. It is trending everywhere. I love the tempo, the beats and how the song makes me tap every time I listen to it.

Hold On by Chord Overstreet

I discovered the song while watching an episode of The Vampire diaries featuring Stefan and Caroline.

Despacito by Daddy Yankee, Luis Fonsi

Ok, it is in Spanish but you don’t need to know the lyrics by-heart for the waltz. Translate the lyrics in English, understand it and simply savor!

Hurt by The Lady Antebellum

I drool on their songs and this song is so perfect. Listen it, If you're reckless with your love just to take it back You could hurt somebody like that

Another song from The Vampire Diaries during wedding reception of Stefan and Caroline slow dancing; Damon comforts Bonnie; Bonnie dances with the soul of Enzo. I will love you till the world stops turning and ever after when it comes...

That's it from me. Do share any of yours. The link will take you to the lyrics.

Monday, July 10, 2017

Don't Love Me 2.1

He took away the muse. She couldn’t write a single line of her true emotions. She struggled to hold the pen. The blank page haunted her day and night. It was turning her crazy. Her thoughts were scattered inside her head but she couldn’t spill those on a piece of paper. The paper mocked at her each time she looked at it. Her insides bled like the ink spilled from the pot she splashed on the paper. She was struggling to find the right words. She crumpled the paper and kept it alive. The fight with own emotions did not end here. She was on the verge of insanity.

She put on the headphones and blasted on the music that brought back ecstasy in her. Music filled her emptiness, her hollowness. She got a reason to mend her broken heart. Music fixed it. Music became her drug. The addiction brought back her life to her. It destroyed the parasitic thoughts. Yes she was high but this was the only way to keep her sane.

The hypnotic music made the words to spill out releasing the vacuum of emotions. This time the emotions did not come out of her eyes but on the crumpled paper where she wrote:

Your love,
Ain’t the cure for the broken heart.
Your love,
A  poison, kills a part every day.
Don’t love me,
I ain’t thirsty for it.
Don’t love me,
I ain’t a slave of it. Anymore.

broken heart
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Tuesday, July 4, 2017

A Letter to You

Dear reader,

I need a friend, a confidante. There’s a lot going on in my life and more over inside my head. I tried to write them on a paper, but the paper can’t listen. I need a listener. Can I ask you something? What have you done or what you do during overwhelming emotions? I plug in the headphones and put on some peppy and loud music, that’s bad for the ears (I know), take deep breathes, strong deep breathing and release all the wicked emotions out of the cage of my mind. Have you done this before? Try it, it is better than those depressing, wishing for death thoughts.

Man is a social animal. Irony, isn’t it? Why do I say so? Because this social animal lets the wickedness of the society (I mean the bad ones) to affect him so much so that he starts hiding from the society. He wishes to be alone yet he wants ‘someone’ to listen to him. You must have been several times in a mall. Have you ever tried to ‘observe’ the crowd passing around you? If you are reading this while in a mall, I suggest just sit alone on a bench or stand in a corner and actually observe the fellow Homo sapiens around you. By observing I do not mean their branded clothes and makeup. Observe their emotions! Yes, you might be amazed by the varying emotions flooding around you. Not everyone is happy because they are in a mall. Did you notice the nervous one? Oh yes there are many. Notice the hopeful ones? Their face says it all. Did you observe the angry, fighting couple and the old ones, some fearful, some happy and oh the flirty ones? There must be many babies around. They are the best ones to learn from as they do not hide their real self. Do not stare at one person for long time, you might get in trouble. The amazing part of this is observing random people with a fast pace and not staring only one.

Why am I saying this? Because you are not alone who is suffering. I shouldn’t say the word ‘suffering’ but that’s how we feel when loneliness hugs us. Waking up every morning and facing this world with our suffering is a big task and let me tell you, if you are doing this, it is appreciable. Giving up is never a solution. Thank your creator, if you do not believe in ‘God’, thank your own life giving you the opportunities. Be grateful for this life. You are blessed if you are reading this because you are reading on a laptop or smart phone with an internet connection and guess what? Not every single one on this planet has it. There might be seven life’s for us, but who knows? What we are aware of is, this very life.

Many of us are unsatisfied even after working for nine or twelve hours of a job. How many times have you said, I need some change? And how many times have you actually tried to pursue that change? We are scared, scared to step out of our comfort zone, so am I. The 9 to 5 job is stressful, still I do not quit. Why, because it is my comfort zone. I fear failure. I fear that no one would be with me if I step out of it. What would happen if I actually do it? Trying is the toughest part rather than thinking of being abandoned during failure. I am a big sucker for quotes and the quote which screams, ‘It is better to fail than the regrets.’ It is so true.  Let me try and I shall keep you informed. Thank You for listening to me, dear reader. 

A writer inside You.

self help letter, self help is the best help

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Life is like...

poem on life, lifes poem, shooting star

Life is like loosen petals,
Camouflaged with beautiful colors,
Brimming with unforeseen struggles.

Life is like a crumpled paper ball,
Journey inscribed with indelible ink,
No one to pick and read the ailing calls.

Life is like unfinished lyrics,
Opened with words of love,
Lost the muse in the midst and hit the limits.

Life is like an unsolved puzzle,
Pieces fitted perfectly except one,
The diverse piece, forced life to reshuffle.

Life is like a barren land,
Tamed with tender and care,
Yet there is no helping hand.

Life is like an unread book,
Stacked neatly on the shelf,
Still no eyes to have a look.

Life is like a broken guitar,
Mend it, fix it, strike it,
One simple wish upon a shooting star.

©Beyond Horizon

Friday, January 27, 2017

Has a book ever changed your life? If so, which one and why?

There are many life changing books I have read. Speaking about the one book, it will always be, “Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets” by J K Rowling. I know, it may sound a bit naive but this is the book which struck the chord of passion for reading inside me.

I had always been studious (or made to be one) during high school. It was the long vacation after tenth grade I actually registered for a library subscription. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone- I had watched the movie before reading the book. It was fascinating but not as much as the book.

I still remember the day when my eyes first caught the attention of the second book in Harry Potter series. It was lying on the lowest shelf in the library stack. When I started reading, it was bit hazy as I wasn’t familiar with all the characters. What gripped me was the introduction of Dobby in Harry’s room. I couldn’t take my eyes away from reading- ‘the blue eyes’of Dobby was elaborated so explicitly. I had completely fallen in love with the J K Rowlings writing.

How did it a fictional book change my life? 

Fiction is nothing but a glimpse of non-fiction. I love the friendships, the Weasleys, Dumbledore, Snape and many others. I love them all. Dobby will always be remembered (even my mum knows who he is). I with my mum and sibling had watched Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets innumerable times.


I want to re-read the series but looking at the 100 books on my reading list I can’t dare to! I hope someday I read Harry Potter books (a happy memory of my childhood) to my kid. 

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Story of my life in five sentences

Write your life story in five sentences.

  1.  Life kicked my butt hard enough to fall flat on my face (count that-many times).
  2. I pulled myself up every time (Blaming God, why me?) but never cursing life and still believing- Life is Beautiful.
  3. I accepted others decisions for me (which they thought were good) just to keep them happy please and I was in soup.
  4. I believe in ‘karma’ which hasn’t restricted me from being cunning and selfish.

story of my life

5.  I have become courageous (not so much to stand before a lion-Mind it!) so much so that I can be upfront.

Friday, January 6, 2017

Her wait is over

She knew there was someone outside the door,
Her hand was on the door knob,
Something stopped her from opening it.
She closed her eyes,
rested both her hands on the door,
There was complete silence on the other side,
Still she sensed someone's presence,
She couldn't hear anything,
Except her own heart beats.
She was waiting for the knock,
Why is she waiting?
She was sure someone's out there,
Ever felt that feeling?
She couldn't wait anymore,
She snapped open her eyes,
Turned around the door knob,
Looked straight into it's eyes, and said
"Hey there, Opportunity!
Why didn't you knock?"
With it's classic wicked grin said,
"Sometimes you need to find me,
and pull me inside"