Sunshine & Me

Poetry, Writer life

Birds sing their happy tunes,
And flowers do their happy dance,
Everyone is so happy,
The world is filled with jolly vibes.
Do you know the reason why?
It’s the beautiful sunshine.

Glorified by poets of every eon,
Sign of happiness, symbol of hope,
Loved by children who loves to play,
Oh, how happy are the surfers too!
While everyone switches to outdoor mode,
As I stay hidden and happy indoor.

I like seeing the sunshine,
And all the beautiful things it does.
But I don’t like the scorching heat,
So, from a distance, I appreciate it.
Also, I really hate the crowd,
 And sunshine brings people out.

But if you think I’m an indoor person,
You couldn’t be more wrong.
It’s when the moon rise, I come alive,
I step out for a stroll, enjoy the cool breeze.
It’s when the sun goes down,
Moon and I, own the town.

For Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Sunshine”

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Never Falling In Love Again

Poetry, Writer life

You made a vow to yourself,
To fall in love, never again.
Tending to your broken heart,
You believed love is a myth.

But then a miracle happened,
Sky was pink once again.
You broke the vow you made.
There were red roses everywhere.

It was all so perfectly perfect,
You dreamed of forever and always.
Only to be shattered once again,
Broken and battered once again.

Then, you vowed to yourself again,
To never fall in love again.
But I know that vow shall last,
Just until, the sky is pink again.

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Trash Comments

Poetry, Writer life

Isn’t it super-duper easy,
To hide behind your device,
As your use a pseudonym,
Fear giving out your name,
Or reveal your true face?

Passing random comments,
To random people,
Who are living their life,
Cause you don’t have your own.
Isn’t it super-duper easy?

Does it make you feel cool?
Or that you are superior?
Who do you think you are?
Will I be scared of you?
Nay, you’re just cowardly fool.

Hey guys, How do you deal with trash commenters? Your inputs would mean a lot to me.

The Lost Friend

Poetry, Writer life

Oh, dear boy, you had such a beautiful smile,
One that shone bright through your eyes.
Oh, dear boy, you were such a kind soul,
Wild, free and out of control.
You were so carefree, I envied you
Always surrounded by jolly hues.
But then, tragedy stuck you like lightening,
Stole that smile, so bright and heart-warming.
Rivers and rivers of tears were spilt,
But, nothing healed your heart that split.
Now you smile, a smile so formal,
Your dark eyes, make my heart shudder.
It’s all gone and forgotten you say,
But it’s that tragedy running you every day.
What happened was cruel, I wish them upon none,
But what you’ve become makes my heart burn.
A shell of a man, that once was so jolly,
A living dead, faking smiles so dolly.
Cry your eyes out, break down once again,
Fix yourself back to what used to be my friend.
I shall stay by you side, take all the time you need,
That jolly friend is the one who I dearly miss.

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Don’t Fade My Friend, Just Go

Poetry, Writer life

“I’ll fade slow,” you promised,
And that sliced my heart in two.
It felt like you pulled a bow,
And the sharpest arrow pierced my core.

While lies are sour and truth bitter,
This honesty of yours has me shaken.
Don’t take me wrong dear friend,
I truly appreciate the upfront truth.

Dear friend, I don’t need your mercy,
Don’t fade slow, just go.
I don’t think I can ever bear,
Losing you in bits in pieces.

So, sever the ties and fly high,
I wish you all the joy.
And if you want to return,
My heart stays open.

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Shhh… You might be next.

Poetry, Writer life

Life isn’t a horror movie,
It’s so much more worse.
A cross can’t protect you,
Neither can the holy thread.
They might be the very thing that kills,
And we have no idea what heals.

We are all safe and sound,
Until we open our eyes,
To horrors this world hold.
Then, there’s no going back.
Either you zip you mouth, kill your soul,
Or you stand and fight, be killed.

You see all the crimes in the world,
All that you have seen and read,
They not all that bad,
Compared to what’s hidden inside.
The organized crimes by powerful people,
Open your mouth, you’re below the ground.

Male guardianship in Saudi Arabia,
Child prostitution in Asia,
Gun law in the States,
And all the stuff we don’t know yet.
The very people who appear to be fighting it,
Could be the ones keeping it alive.

So, close your eyes tight, don’t open.
You see it and you’re doomed.
So many activists, so many reporters,
Have vanished without a trace.
So, shut your mouth and hide,
Shhh… you might be next.

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Story of Curd and Rice

Poetry, Writer life

Curd and rice are my favorite things,
Oh! How I love both of them.

Curd is like an apology from the Gods,
For making milk taste so bland.
It’s silky-smooth texture,
Paired with sweet, milky-acidic taste,
Makes for a perfect treat.

I love it with Gulab jamoon,
And with fruits  even more.
Oh, how amazing is lassi!
Curd is indeed a boon.

Then comes the rice,
A carbohydrate paradise.
I need it every single day,
Paired with dal and curry.

I like it fried too,
And in my burrito.
I’m not a fan of Sushi,
But, rice makes it okay.

Then people get creative,
Mix the two together,
To create abomination of flavors.
Oh, how I hate curd rice!

Curd is a dessert, and rice a staple.
You don’t mix the two together.
It’s like whipped cream with pasta.
Would you like to try that?

For its awesome health benefits,
I do swallow it sometimes.
But people like to get more creative,
And mess it up even further.

Tadka and pomegranate to uplift it?
That’s like adding cereals and sprinkles,
To a mess of whipped cream and pasta.
Oh, why do people do that?!

Curd and rice are both my favorites,
But together, that’s an abomination!

All the lovers of Curd Rice, don’t hate me. Just click here!

Deflecting Appreciation

Poetry, Writer life

I told her she’s amazing,
She told me she’s not,
I told it to her again,
“Not as amazing as you,” she replied.

And I wondered,
Why does she not
Accept she truly really is
Such an amazing person?

“When it comes to writing about love,
You’re the king,”
That’s what I told him.
“You’re way better,” he replied.

And I wondered,
Why does he not
Accept the title
He truly deserves?

But then I realized,
Many a times, I do the same.
Deflecting appreciation,
Shying away from praise.

You see, we grew up that way.
Where calling ourselves amazing,
Is seen as being too proud,
And deflecting it, is the norm.

And many of us, along the way,
Deflecting all the appreciation,
We’ve truly forgotten,
How amazing we really are.

So, please, do yourself a favor,
Embrace all the appreciations,
With head held high and bright smile.
Cause dear, you truly deserve them.

Inspired by: Anushka, Srijan and Bharath

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Real Neat Blog Award

Awards, Writer life

I was nominated for Real Neat Blog Award by SnowHearT, H. R Phoenix and Nabeela. I’m so thankful to all of you that you thought me worthy of your nomination. I truly appreciate it . This means a loooooot to me. Love you loads and loads.

For those who have already read this, you can directly scroll down to Nabeela‘s questions. That’s the only thing new here.

So, before we begin, Rules!!

1. Put the award logo on your blog.

2. Answer 7 questions asked by the person who nominated you.

3. Thank the people who nominated you, linking to their blogs.

4. Nominate any number of bloggers you like, linking to their blogs; and asking them seven questions.

5. Let them know you nominated them (by commenting on their blog etc.)

SnowHearT’s Questions:

1. Where do most visits to your blog come from?

*Most of bloggers who visit my blog are from United States and India.

2. What is your favourite sport?

*I’m lazy. I don’t like sports. But if it’s on TV, I can watch everything.

3. What has been a special moment for you so far in 2020?

*Let’s not think about future it’s yet to come, and the past is gone. So, the only special moment I have is this, right now! Being nominated by you and writing this.

4. What is your favourite quote?

*Don’t call me a gem or treat me like a gem. I’m a star, meant to be in the sky, not bound to your finger ring or crown. -Me.

5. What was your favourite class when still at school?

*Science/ English/ Maths

6. Anything you had wished to have learned earlier?

*Nayy, everything has it’s own time.

7. What musical instrument have you tried to play?

*I play guitar, but you might have to close you ears while I play.

H. R Phoenix’s Questions:

  1. What is your favourite cuisine of food?

Pizza! Pizza always!

2. Why did you take up blogging?

Many reasons, one of them being how much I love to write.

3. What was the scariest moment of your life?


4. What would be your reaction if you were told that the law is no devices?


5. Tell us 10 fun facts about yourself?

Number game is not my thing and if you read my blog you know me better than most people.

6. Describe your dream house

Tiny hut in the clouds, with lots of books and all the other stuff I adore.

7. What book do you wish you wrote? And why?

The one that’s yet to be written.

Nabeela’s Questions:

  1. When did something start out badly for you but in the end, it was great?

Life keeps giving bad and good, it’s a continuous process… and I guess, I haven’t reached the end yet. 😛

2. What food is delicious but a pain to eat?

Every food. The very process of chewing is so tedious!

3. What is the most amazing slow motion video you’ve seen?

A film that my friend made. The slow-mo scene made me cry!

4. What makes you roll your eyes every time you hear it?


5. What movie quotes do you use on a regular basis?

Zindagi lambi nahi badi honi chaiye.

6. What was cool when you were young but isn’t cool now?

Growing up.

7. One word that describes you?


As always, my questions remain the same, so choose any questions from the list. And nominees are everyone who read.

Loads of love. Thank you so much!

“Be Practical”, they say.

Poetry, Writer life

Up in the clouds I live,
Along with the birds I fly,
I wink at the twinkling stars,
As I twirl on the moon.
In my dreams I live,
Towards my goal I run

“Be practical”, they say.

You’re destined to fail,
You’re on the dooms way.
Are you foolish or are you crazy?
Why don’t you understand?
Dreams don’t fill your tummy,
You’ll end up in road hungry.
Don’t be so impractical!
World doesn’t work that way.

“Be practical”, they say.

But there a flame in my heart,
And a vision in my mind.
Even when I’m directionless,
I’ve my destination in my mind,
I’ve dreams to accomplish.
So, I unhear all their fake concern.

“Be practical”, they say.

My attempt at Bop Poem. Inspiration: Whittled Words by Brad, as always!

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