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Wordly- Wise Wednesday!

Hello readers!

Time for a quick question for the wise!!!

Ta-da!

Are there any books from your favourite authors that you never knew existed till you came across them ?

Hands down, the book for me is ” THE CASUAL VACANCY ” by J.K Rowling! Man, how did I ever miss it?!🤨

Tell me in the comments section how surprised were you when you came across such books! I would love to read them.

Until the next time,

Cheers!

WORDLY – WISE WEDNESDAY!!!

Hello people! It’s time for our weekly segment “Wordly- Wise Wednesday”!

Winter has officially begun and I am so looking forward to cozy readings in bed with steaming cups of coffee…who else is loves this?

Before we start discussing our varied opinions on today’s question, I have some news to share with you guys. From this month onwards, I have decided to schedule this segment to be posted twice a month, in the span of two alternative weeks. Along with this, I have decided to infuse a monthly segment in my blog posts where I will be talking to fellow bloggers about the nitty-gritty of blogging. Stay tuned for further updates on this segment.😄

Disclaimer: today’s question might make you drop all the work and rush to a nearby library/bookstore!

How would you describe your dream library/ bookstore?

A huge floor-to-ceiling window opening to a serene view with cushions and mattresses scattered around it along with ample reseves of books, bookmarks, coffee and amazing people to discuss books with, would be my idea of an ideal library/ bookstore.

I would be waiting to hear your answers in the comments section.

Until the next time,

Cheers!

In conversation with a Blogger

Hello, beautiful readers!

I am back with another post for this week! Today’s post is a *little* different from my other posts, I am sure you can guess why, judging from the title. Patrick W. Marsh from the amazing What the Monster Said agreed to collaborate for this segment with me, in which we would be talking about the nitty-gritty of blogging. . He is an author, blogger, screenwriter and consultant who charms his readers with an intriguing writing style. He has achieved milestones in his life and will continue to do so.

Here’s the excerpt from our conversation

Hello Patrick! Thank you for agreeing to do this. Before we begin, I would like to know about blogging journey.

P- Hello! My blogging journey really started in 2012 when I started writing a fictional journal online called the Greenland Diaries. I was going back to college to study creative writing and I wanted to practice the past-tense voice, so I started writing this apocalyptic journal online. Putting the narrative on the internet was a way of holding myself accountable to it, even though nobody read the thing, including my friends and family. Doing this project though taught me the value of a blog and consistently updating it. As an impatient person, this instant publishing format really suited my personality, for better or worse. Since then I created a personal blog to use as a website for my writing. It has evolved multiple times since I started out, sort of like a Pokemon. The latest version is “What the Monster Said” which functions as both my author page and a blogging outlet for my flash fiction.  

How would you describe you blog in just three words?

P- Musings, monsters, and me would be the three words to describe my blog. Musings are something I’ve grown to like that I publish every Monday. They’re sort of a snapshot of my thinking for the week, on a creative and personal level. Monsters are what I focus on as a writer. I create them in fiction to understand what it is to be human. I explore this in multiple genres of fiction; Steampunk, science fiction, fantasy, horror and Cyberpunk to name a few. I publish new bits of flash fiction weekly on my blog, so I’m always exploring monsters with new content. Many of the stories are continuous, yet, stand alone. As far as me is considered, the blog is also about me. Who I am, where I came from, and what my books are about. I also publish posts about what events I’ll be attending in the future.

 You writing style infuses monsters to portray human emotions. That is a bold and interesting theme. Could you throw light on what inspired you carve upon this theme.

P- My writing style focuses on monsters because growing up when I would watch, read, or interpret any narrative media, the most interesting part of these stories was the monster. I always loved the suspense of finding out what a monster was, or how a villain grew into their identity. Most of the time as the audience I was disappointed at how these abominations were explained, so I became resolved to change this perception, and to write stories where the presence of monsters was a product of the human environment, and not an aberration. I create monsters to understand what it is to be human. They represent the truth in the story. 

Do you remember any comment from your readers that made you laugh?

P- That’s a tough one. I don’t get a ton of comments, but I did write a nonfiction post one about compulsively buying video games and then reselling them. I would buy them because I love video games, but sell them because if felt like society was trying to make me grow-up so to speak. A few people commented about how they did this as well, how they felt this societal pressure to “grow-up” and purge their lives of these enjoyments from their younger days. This made me laugh that other people had done this relatively strange and masochistic action as well. 

Blogging is a commitment that demands great dedication, diligence and a constant variety and regularity of content. Some bloggers who are unable to meet these demands, quit within the first year. Your take on this. Any tips for the bloggers who experience this?

P- Ugh. Yeah, I’ve come pretty close to quitting many times, but I’ve learned from other professionals in the creative industry that you have to be stubborn to survive. Consistently tricking yourself into writing about things that interest you is key. It took me years before I started to actually make my Monday Musings work for me as writer. That would be my biggest tip as a blogger. Write about what interests you, and explain why it interests you. Both are a post in itself if you think about it. Also, as bloggers you’re not really required to write giant posts or anything. As a modern society our attention span is frighteningly short, especially when on the internet. Don’t stress yourself out with giant pieces of writing, but more so tidbits that can be binged at the audience’s leisure. 

 Have you ever experienced a bloggers block? If yes, how did you overcome It?

P- I have experienced Blogger’s Block many times in my life. I have no doubt it will return as well. There is never a complete cure for it, but there are treatments. One strategy I’ve sort of begun practicing is changing the style of my blog posts to mention what I’m going to say, or tailor the format to include some thoughts that I find interesting. For example, with my Monday Musings that I publish weekly I’ve got one of the talking points strictly devoted to my weekly Existential Crisis, which to be honest happens to me on a nearly hourly basis. I sort of engineer things on my blog to match my interests, but to keep the structure intact so they audience knows I’m relatively reliable.

You have a huge reader base. Any secrets behind achieving this milestone?

P- Well, I guess my own secret is pretty much the traditional answer, which is producing content. Continuously publishing stuff is the easiest method. However, that material must be of some baseline quality, not just posts to get views if that makes sense. I also follow many other people, so my news feed is jammed. Communicating with your readers when they ask you questions is also a must. People knowing you update and interact frequently is very important. We’re very lucky in this day and age to be able to publish, communicate, and interact at the push of a button, but that doesn’t always mean what you want to say requires a blog post. Walking that fine line is always difficult, but you can do it.

 Would you like to share some advice for new bloggers?

Some advice to bloggers is to find out what you want to say before you say it, if that makes any sense. Don’t just start blogging because you want to share your ideas, but figure out why you want to communicate them in the first place. I’m not saying make some ardent plan that can’t be flexible. Being able to adapt is a key trait you’ll need for this process. Just spend some time thinking, meditating, or ruminating about what you really want to say. For me, it is monsters and my fascination with them. For you it’ll be something different, and enjoy the process of finding out what it is. 

 I hope those are good. Thank you for doing this.

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Until the next time,

Cheers!


Book Review: To The Lighthouse

Hello readers!

A quick update before beginning today’s blog, I celebrated my blog’s six-month anniversary, two weeks ago! Isn’t that amazing? And being the forgetful nelly that I am becoming overburdened by the unending college assignments, I completely forgot to share this happy news with you guys! Well let me make it up to my readers with multiple posts this week.

It feels so good to be back doing book review posts, which beautifully combines my love for reading books and writing!

Alright then, here’s the review for today!

Book- To The Lighthouse

Author- Virginia Woolf

Rating- 4/5

Virginia Woolf had been an unexplored author on my TBR list, right from the time, I was introduced to her works in literature class, a few years back. From the excerpts of this book that I had read before, I felt that her writing had a story of its own. A story curated from fragments of her life, waiting to be told.

Plot

Experiences, perceptions, ambitions and emotions of the various members of the Ramsay family and their friends Lily Briscoe, Charles Tansley, August Charmichael and William Bankes form the crux of the story. The novel begins with James (the youngest son of the Ramsay family) expressing his desire to visit the lighthouse only to be demoralized by his father. The story is then moved forward by introducing life choices of other characters and how Mrs Ramsay directly or indirectly influences them. The book also encompasses how drastic global events affected the protagonists, ultimately helping them find the closure they had been seeking all their lives.

Writing Style

I found this novel quite intriguing because of that fact that it lacks a narrator of any sort. Instead, perspectives of the characters are used to spin the story. Extensive symbolism is used by the author for both her theme and characters. Each character in his/her own way depict an individual of the modern society, struggling to carve an identity to be remembered for eons, yet making peace with the fact that they are lacking in some or the other way seeking their true happiness. I have been a book geek since times immemorial, yet I had never come across a book, until now, in which I could relate to every character in one way of the other. Kudos to Miss Woolf for achieving such a feat!

Interesting Aspects

a) The novel offers an unique writing style.

b) The plot is layered in so many interesting themes, in such a beautiful manner, that you find it hard to put down the book before finishing it.

c) Instead of providing guidelines for the reader, the author weaves an intriguing web of words for the readers, to frame their own opinions and statements.

Review

To be honest, when I first began reading this novel, I felt that I would probably toss it down in my DNF shelf, for the narrative was running haywire in so many directions, leaving me utterly confused. But I am glad, I kept my eyes and mind glued to the text and kept on reading one of the finest pieces of literature I have ever laid my hands on. It has now become one of my favorite books!

Do you remember how I frequently write about a dearth of honest endings in novels? Well, I think I found my closure after reading this novel. It is a masterpiece which has an unique narrative style and a splendid ending which justifies all it characters.

One more aspect which makes the story, phenomenal, is the realistic portrayal of common people being affected by the drastic global events. While reading the novel, you never feel that the dimensions of common life and global phenomena dim each other, at any point.

This story has all the flavors of life from love, loss, betrayal, resentment, protest, deceit, loneliness, happiness, wrapped in the perspectives of common charterer arcs. All you need is a little patience to understand and enjoy this story.

I would totally recommend this book to everyone who is looking forward to enjoying an authentic piece of modern literature. And for book worms like me, there is an added advantage, it’s quite short, so can easily be finished in a day or two. 😛

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Until the nest time,

Cheers!

Wordly-wise Wednesday

Hello beautiful readers! I hope you are having a great time! I am still drowning in never ending college assignments, in case anyone wants to know.😥

So today’s question is a tad bit interesting. I had to think a lot about its answer! I am sure it would be a little tiresome for you guys as well.

Here’s the question for today.

If you had to choose a name for your autobiography/ biography, what would it be?

Too far-stretched right?😂

But what’s wrong in being hopeful, you never know when good fortune decides to endow your destiny.😂

Anyways, on a serious note, I would name my biography/ autobiography “A ‘short’ story “.

Let me know in the comments section your views. I would be waiting to read through those.😊

Until the next time,

Cheers!

WORDLY-WISE WEDNESDAY!!!!

Hello lovelies! Time for yet another segment of our “WORDLY-WISE WEDNESDAY “! *Drumrolls*

Alright then, I have an interesting question for you guys today.

If you own your library someday, what would be the rules that you would expect the people to follow?

I would have three rules.

1. Don’t even dare to think about borrowing my precious books.

2. You are allowed to only see the books. No touching!

3. Finally, never forget the two rules above mentioned.🤓

Tell me in the comments section which rules would you create and pray that one day, we finally get to own our personal libraries!

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Until the next time,

Cheers!

“Wordly-wise Wednesday”

Hello people! Happy Wednesday!

I love interacting with my fellow bloggers and engaging in interesting conversations, so I have decided to start a new weekly segment called “WORDLY-WISE WEDNESDAY” from this day. In this segment, we’ll be talking about books, poetry, novellas and anything and everything related to words. I will post a question with my answers and opinions each Wednesday and you will have to respond to my question in the comments section. If you wish, you can also nominate other bloggers to do the same.😊

So let’s start this segment with a bang!

As we are battling with mid-week blues today, let’s cheer everyone with a dose of laughter and joy!

Question 1 for “Wordly-wise Wednesday ” is

Which are the top five books that made you laugh?

1) Born a crime by Trevor Noah

2) Battle hymn of a tiger mother by Amy Chua

3) Pollyana by Eleanor H. Porter

4) Talkative Man by R.K Narayan

5) Diary of a Wimpy Kid series by Jeff Kinney ( alright, these are graphic novels, I agree, but these are hilarious)

I will be waiting to hear from you guys! Let’s see whether we share the same interest in books.🤔

Cheers!

When I dreaded the weekend….

#funny #humour #life

Hello readers! I hope you all are basking in the happy weekend-ish sunshine!

I have an enlightening insight regarding college, which I have learned the hard way; it surely is TOUGH!!!! 😥

This is probably the first time in my life when I dreaded the weekend. The reason? I had so much work piled up to be submitted in the next week. Trust me, I have never prayed harder before, than this one time, where I prayed for Sunday to be extended a few hours more…it never worked though, Monday morning is just a few hours away now.🤤🤤

Anyways, something happened over the course of these twenty hours, which made me drop my work and start punching the keyboard keys.

Alright then, let the saga begin!

I woke up to the pitter-patter of raindrops pounding on my window pane,this morning. As I opened the door and went outside to collect the morning paper, a light object landed right on the top of my head and began traversing its journey downwards. Woohhh, when I think about it now, it was one of the scariest moments of my life.

As the object was taking its dear time to land on the ground, I was attracting attention, seeking for help. You cannot even imagine the myriad of possible names and shapes for the unidentified object, that were going on in my head. Hearing the pandemonium that I was creating outside, my four birdies, Simba, Sarah, Coco and Rio started fluttering around the cage in terror, unsettling all the ornaments and swings in there.

After a few minutes of the terrified screeching from the five of us, which earned us dirty looks from the neighbors and some laughs from the children, I decided to look directly at the source of my distress. With my body arched backwards to launch an instant attack on my attacker and a little caution, I opened my eyes to find a shiny, green object lying next to my foot. It was a long lost (and forgotten) shuttlecock. A SHUTTLECOCK!!!!

Flashes from a friendly game, last week came rushing back. Something had happened to the shuttlecock…Oh yes, a powerful shot from my opponent in the direction of the wind and it landed right on the inaccessible roof. And the game ended there! So how did it plan to give me a surprise visit this weekend? Blame the rainwater. As the streams of water flowed downwards, it carried with it, its new friend which landed right on my head, giving me the fright of my life.

Being the warrior that I am, with great zeal and zest I collected the morning paper and shuttlecock, and headed to solve the other problem; the one with my birds.

Staying alone in the peaceful environment, would have been a good idea, though. As I entered the house, I screamed once more, out of horror this time. My seemingly peace-loving birds had upturned their entire cage somehow and were fluttering happily around their spilled food. It took me about an hour to sweep and mop the floor spotless.

However my saga doesn’t end here. It has a few more acts before the curtains close…

A few hours more into the day and I find myself battling another T-Rex.I couldn’t measure and draw the contours of relief features, because some dim-wit thought it would be a good idea to eat chocolate in class, using my textbook as a protective shield for their dress! For protecting their dress!!! I hope from the bottom of my heart, the don’t have the fortune to meet husky book lovers. Seriously, someone is in great peril, when I meet them in college on Monday.

With a little help from the Internet and other sources, I completed one assignment of mine and decided to take a short break by walking around my building. Little did I know, the rainwater was in no mood to spare me either. A cyclist going the opposite way, decided to take a little detour and started peddling towards me. Before I could react to what was happening, I found myself drenched head-to-toe in the freezing water from puddles. Who knew, I would get to attend a rain dance session, sans passes?

The rude cyclist, did not even stop to apologize and cycled the rest of his journey, laughing along the way. However, he didn’t get to go very far, without having to shed a few tears either. He *accidentally* cycled on some stray dog’s tail who chased him along the block , finally jumping on his cycle and sprinkling him with the same puddle water, he drenched me with, in the first place! Thank you, universe! That was exceedingly satisfying! 🙂

However, all of this is nothing compared to the big shock that was awaiting to greet me when I reached back home. I had been locked out with no spare key. If somebody was keeping a record for bad days, I am sure, this one is qualified to make the cut.

With a disheveled appearance and piles of work to complete, I had to wait for two hours outside my house, with chilly winds to accompany me for my mother to rescue me out of this situation. I wonder how cold Jack must have been feeling all the time he was protecting Rose!😧 No matter what happens, now I am always carrying a spare key, some extra clothing and towels with me, wherever I go.

Thankfully I completed all my work, before night had fallen and I got to enjoy a peaceful family dinner, where my “adventures” for the day, were discussed and laughed at thoroughly. I have some stone-hearted family members, I found out today! Lol!

I hope laughing at my misery uplifted your weekend moods, if you guys also had to cancel some plans. I wonder what the universe has in store for me, next weekend!

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I am a big girl now, mother…

Image result for mother daughter strength picture

Hello readers! Finally,I am out with a poem I had been wanting to compose for a really long time, but was never really satisfied with the result until now.This piece of poetry revolves around the relationship of a mother-daughter duo and how they find their strength to face the cruel, male dominated world. I know, it’s pretty long (well actually, the longest I’ve ever written), excuse me, for that, but knowing I am writing this, it is justified, right?

I hope you enjoy reading the poem as much as I enjoyed writing it! Here it goes…

I am a big girl now, mother…

I remember the first time, the day, a man eyed me hungrily,

You said breathe, look away, walk faster and move on steadily,

I had been a child of five, ready, eager to explore and create,

You said by the time, I turned into a ‘big girl’, I should wait,

Wait for the viciousness and hunger to completely clear away,

And keep my beauty, my identity hidden under a veil till that day.

I grew up believing those stares were a route to that time,

I did what you taught me and kept hiding from the crime.

I was smiling and laughing at my tenth birthday party that night,

Forgotten were the horrors of the past in the present ,so bright,

Suddenly a hand groped me from behind, despite my protests,

Mom, he was one among the long list of civilized guests,

 Hurt, angry I came running to you, out of shock, out of fear,

You laughed it off as a mishap and began to wipe my sorrowful tear.

I thought another hurdle was added to that right path,

And once more, I had to hold back and bury my wrath.

Time flew by, and I started  turning into a young lady,

I was shrouded into long, dull clothes to blend with the shady,

Surroundings and protected from the hunters lurking around,

You asked me again to look away and make no sound,

The wolf-whistles started to be engraved in my ears,

But looking away and walking faster helped all through the years.

Surrounded by my trusted people, I spent the early years of my life,

Before I knew it you pushed me to become someone’s ideal wife,

From that day onwards I remember him never asking for my consent,

I don’t think he understands what the word ‘NO’ meant,

The ornaments of my face have given way to red, blotchy scars,

But didn’t this arrangement called marriage raise bars,

Of cruelty and strangling my ideas, thoughts and opinions,

I believed I would never face this, for I am not among the millions.

 After all those years, I am a big girl now mother,

Still waiting for the dawn you promised me mother,

As I lay on the floor stripped naked of my existence,

Even when I followed all your words with persistence.

Lying on the floor surrounded by blood and dirt,

I question myself, what did I ever do to be hurt?

Darkness has started to crowd and envelope my eyes,

Probably this is where I die, after living the promised lies,

In spite of the defeats, I don’t wish to be dead so soon,

Is this ending in disguise a long-awaited blessed boon?

With this moment I wish to fight, till my shackles are cut off,

And I explore the world in the way, the little girl dreamt of.

I see the open window and hope it carries my voice outside,

The voice of a bruised but not broken child, lady and now a bride,

I scream and scream till there is no voice left in my throat,

I raise my voice for me and for millions like me to be afloat,

From the misery and helpless reflections from the mirrors,

And break free once and for all from the ruthless killers.

I truly understand, today what the ‘big girl’ signified,

Months after losing you, my protector, by my side,

You wanted me to find my voice, my strength, my power,

To fight for myself in the face of hardships and not cower,

You made me strong enough to take a staunch stand,

I feel proud and loved at how you never let go off my hand.

I remember reading the diary you left behind for me,

And realizing how many battles you fought for me,

Alone you pushed the man, who dared to raise his eye,

And harboured intentions of making your daughter cry,

The hand that groped me, years ago, was cut off brutally,

You fought all hardships for me always smiling beautifully,

 Till your last day my husband was not spared from your fire,

To always protect me was your heart’s deepest desire.

You protected me till your last gasp of breath,

Till the time I found chivalry in the face of death.

Nothing can bruise, taint and shatter me to pieces now,

I have tolerated enough abuse and humiliation, I avow,

My soul breathes the bravery lingered by you, my dear,

From the courage you taught me by giving in, to fear.

I have turned into the big girl now mother,

Who will not tolerate injustice another,

I have turned into the big girl you were mother,

Ready to face the world, your big girl mother…

Bhagyashree 31.7.19

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A big shout-out to all the ‘big girls’ out there and a bigger shout out to their mothers for making them who there are today. #gogirlpower

Don’t you think it’s cruel that the innocent little girls become their courageous big counterparts only after losing everything? How I wish, life had been a bit merciful by providing another alternative…

Let me know in the comments section what you thought about the poem. If you liked my piece don’t forget to like, comment, reblog and follow my blog.

Until the next time.

Cheers!

A walk by the fields

Image result for people in fields at night

#poem #poetryaboutlife #storiesinpoetrt

Hello people!

After a long time, finally, I am out with a post. Today’s post narrates a story of a father discovering the meaning of life after the death of his beloved wife. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Overwhelmed by the canopy of stars under the night sky,

I sit by the fields like any other day, waiting for her to pass by,

Her dazzling smile, her sweet fragrance, her graceful stride,

Reminds me of that special day, when my girl became my bride,

The chapel was lit, tearful parents seated on the sides of the aisle,

With the nervous groom, struggling to recall his vows all the while,

Which flowed like poetry, once he lifted her, glittering, pristine veil,

And they promised each other oneness in their matrimonial trail.

He counted two decades elapsed since he visited the church again,

For instead of happiness, that place now bestowed him with pain,

A loud noise was heard and a devastating rumble followed suit,

Letting go of her gloved hand was all that he remembered en route,

To the hospital, where he woke up after ten torment full days,

To hear, he lost his family in the church which in riots was ablaze,

Only his newly wedded wife was fortunate enough to survive,

Although now she needed machines to help her breathe and thrive,

Days turned into months waiting in the hospital, by her bedside,

Hoping one day, she would rise, leaving her lifeless trance, aside,

After months of waiting, she breathed her last and bid goodbye,

And bequeathed a girl to make him smile, whenever he would cry.

However, he pushed the baby girl away, in pain, in raging anger,

” Her life is cursed”, he kept repeating feverishly with a clangor,

He’d send her to be raised in a home for orphans he decided,

She would bring nothing but sorrow, was the reason he provided,

With a stone heart, he left the baby at the house, sans any concern,

For her well-being and happiness and decided never to return.

With changing moons,the crying baby blossomed into a wise lady,

Believing, one day she would finally be able to meet her family,

Probably when she would be roaming freely around the fields,

Or happily running haywire amidst the colorful,dense yields,

Or someday riding a bus while going to the neighboring town,

Maybe they’ll meet while she was shopping for her wedding gown.

Like his lover, he roamed around the fields every now and then,

Hoping in some way or the other, he could be with her again,

On one of these somber, hopeful walks, she came back into his life,

With the same smile, warm face, she was a replica of his late wife,

In an instant he realized where she came from, who she was,

For her unhappy childhood and misery, he was the cause,

Unable to face his young girl, whom he had harmed,

He scurried away shamefully, making her scared and alarmed.

Since then he had been visiting those fields every day,

To talk to her,to seek her forgiveness in every possible way,

Every time she casts a glance at me, she melts away my heart,

With her kind, nurturing aura and a pristine soul and heart,

With time she has started considering me her trustworthy friend,

If I told her truth, will she turn away and would our bond also end?

Afraid of this, I could never muster courage to talk to her,

Until today when I would reveal the cold truth in front of her,

I know her love for the fields will make her sneak out of her room,

For she finds these walks as a means of averting the gloom,

Tonight come what may, I will chose the path of atoning for my sin,

I ‘ll promise to never go and stay with her through thick and thin,

A low thud and rustling of leaves, made me look around,

My sweetheart was sprawled near the fallen Oak leaves, I found,

I lovingly helped her get to her feet and dusted her dress,

And around the twinkling stars, twirled the playful tigress.

Before I could utter a word, I could feel myself weeping,

For injuring a heart, which would probably never stop bleeding,

She bent down and pressed something in my hand,

A bright red rose, which had crumpled a little in her hand,

She embraced me and said something, changing my life forever,

“I know you went away before, but I know you’d do it never,

Again and we’ll be together till the world falls apart,

A new life,sans agony, united and strong, we’ll start”.

Seeing our footprints together, I was sure she had returned to me,

Years later, reminiscing , the moments of our youthful spree,

When he had hurt her selfishly, she had smiled and revealed,

He was forgiven,by asking him to walk with her by the field.

© Bhagyashree, 19.9.2019

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Left(-over) Love

#poem #lifepoetry

Hello fellow bloggers and beloved readers!

Some love stories are never endowed with the happy ending they deserve. Today’s post is about a modern couple who are hesitant to make take the first step on the path of their left(-over) love and lead their lives choosing happiness over misery.

Her phone beeped once.

She lept to her feet,

As of waiting for his reply.

Her phone had beeped only once.

It was him.

With a smiley for the birthday wish,

She had sent.

It was definitely him.

She smiled.

Unable to contain her excitement,

Over his usual reply.

She smiled ruefully.

His fingers trembled.

Hesitant to ask her how she was,

After leaving years ago.

His fingers trembled uncontrollably.

She struggled.

To string the words together,

Asking him, could they meet again?

She struggled.

There was love left. It still hurt.

Both the screens were swiped shut,

As their moments drew on with,

Unspoken feelings and unfinished conversations.

There was love left. It still hurt.

Bhagyashree 4.9.19

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” Together”

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Hi fellow bloggers and beloved readers!

Isn’t it surreal how one line, one quote, sometimes inspires you to no bounds and you surrender yourself to the beautiful process of creating something new! (Let me know if it is otherwise for you guys)

” More than mother and son,
They were accomplices in solitude”.

Gabriel Gracia Marquez



When I finished reading this quote, I was sure about one thing, is the inspiration for my next poem. And lo, here it is! A poem dedicated to the angelic journey of a mother-son duo pitted against the cruel world. However, this poem would have made more sense on the occasion of Mothers’ Day 😛 Never mind, enjoy my piece!

Stumbling her way through the old building alone,

The young girl maneuvered to search for that stone,

From her childhood, bearing the innocent imprints,

Of ruling the world, someday, with her artistic prints.

Crossing the forgotten alley, she recalled that night,

Which left her miserable and drowning in contrite,

“It was a mistake, a grave blunder”, he kept repeating,

“Let’s stifle the tiny heart, that’s inside you, beating”.

A scared, but firm ‘no’ was her strong, ultimate reply,

After which, her loved faded, painfully bidding goodbye,

Determined to fight back for herself and now,for him,

A part of her soul, which would never leave her grim.

Abandoned by her parents, seeking solace in solitude,

She realized, a change was needed, in her attitude,

From a meek, frightened and helpless single mother,

To a strong, brave, loving and self-sufficient mother.

She decided to rekindle her love for the vibrant paints,

And learn to live life to the fullest, sans constraints,

Seeking inspirations from the scribbles of the past,

She vowed to lay an example, forever which would last.

Her left hand, carrying the stone with cracked paint,

The other promised the child, ” You’ll never be a taint,

You are my precious, precious blessing to be prized.

Seeing the wonder you’ll be, the would will be surprised”.

“We are not alone from now, we are together in this,

And together we’ll make our lives an ethereal bliss”,

Promising this, she walked with her head held high,

With her little treasure she was ready to soar the skies.

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Twenty, long, years later, she remembered her old days,

Seeing the cluster of canvases, bather by golden rays,

Where a young man, spoke about spreading joy through art,

An innocent, pure joy, keeping the evil and cruelty apart.

Smiling he walked up to an old lady, delicate and elegant,

Taking her hand, he whispered in a manner, eloquent,

” We were not alone, mother, we were together in this,

Mother, together we made our lives, an ethereal bliss”.

Bhagyashree, 30.8.19

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Did this quote impact you in the same way, like me?

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“Hurt”

In the circle of life (yeah, yeah I am a big Lion King fan😂), you meet strangers who turn into friends and friends who turn into strangers. However, it the journey of a friend turning into a stranger that hurts the most. Today’s post is about that one journey that leaves you pained and scarred, yet gives you the courage to try again and find your happiness.

It is not the goodbye that hurt,

It is the recurring flashback, that does,

It is not the empty room that pinches,

It is the engraved echoing conversation, that does.

It is not the short talks that squeeze my heart,

It is that abrupt ending adieu, that does.

It is not the distance between us that hurts,

Is is the increasing emotional gap, that does.

Is is not our dwindling friendship that hurts,

Is is your fake attempt at rekindling, that does.

It is not letting you go that pinches,

It is remembering old memories alone , that does.

It is not ending things that squeeze my heart,

It is starting all over again and again, that does.

Bhagyashree, 27.8.19

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Just Breathe

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Hello fellow bloggers and readers!

Success is all about failing and learning. It takes courage to bravely face all the hurdles, fail, learn from them and continue on the strenuous path you have chosen to carve your success. Today’s post is dedicated to all the amazing people who had decided to follow the same path, yet, for some reason, are on the verge of giving up. Trust me, all of you are brave enough to undertake the rest of the journey, and emerge victorious, just don’t lose courage now. You have come a long way since the moment you decided to fight and a new life awaits you at the end of the next step you have to take…

As you sit at the uncomfortable foot of the stairwell,

Overthinking the zillion ways, life did not treat you well,

Or the times, you did not live up to the expectations,

Yours, theirs, seeking solace in dearth of inspirations.

Pondering the reasons you should stop mid-way,

Drowning yourself in regret retreat, where alone you’ll stay,

Or probably the bliss of escaping, when you had time,

Or just one more push and you reach the ultimate paradigm.

You see others succeeding rapidly at a faster pace,

Doubting yourself, if you belong here, in the first place,

Suddenly, you stand up, determined to quit once and for all,

Promising yourself, to not feel pangs of guilt, big or small.

The confident footsteps stagger to walk on their new way,

Until a small voice whispers; “Just breathe and let it go away,

Just breathe and enjoy a day relaxing, smiling, savoring,

Enjoying the laurels you have been so far, achieving.

You are meant for this, for a reason, you choose this path,

However, scary it seems, you are treading on the right path,

Quitting now, is a blunder, you’ll be horrified to commit,

Later on, realizing, at the next step was the desired summit.

Just breathe and cling tightly on the thin thread of hope,

Keep climbing high until this thread becomes the thick rope,

Of your dreams, wishes, desires, joys and silent success,

Agreed, it is strenuous and hard, keep trying, nonetheless.

Just breathe and climb the stairwell, you left behind,

Just breathe and follow your heart, instead of your mind,

Doubting and impulsive quitting are just a part of life,

Which make you even more determined to win this strife.

Just breathe, relax, smile, muster courage, try again,

Harder and harder till the time, it is no pain and only gain,

Just breathe and let all the doubt slowly get away,

The footsteps will then confidently walk on their old way.”

Bhagyashree, 24.8.19

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I would love to hear your story of overcoming the impulsive decision of quitting and emblazoning success over it. Let’s chat about it in the comments section.

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Happy weekend!

Life Update Post

Hello beautiful rays of sunshine!

Today’s post is about something special! Something which makes me feel responsible, loved, happy and emotionally invested at the same time. This new experience is so blissfully beautiful and I want to enjoy each moment to the fullest. I know these little guys are going to be excited each time I get home, show their happiness whenever I strum my guitar sitting near them, make me clean up after them a LOT (trust me, my first time was extremely unpleasant), chirp my pensive mood away, teach me many things, scientific things to be specific, and most importantly love me unconditionally! Ohh…I am so touched. Lol.

Alright then, let me unravel the mystery about this post now. Although I think, I have given you guys some hints already…

I have got four birds as pets!

Meet SIMBA, SARAH, COCO and RIO!

The first day at their new home!
L-R; Simba, Sarah, Coco, Rio.

Well judging by their names you can guess how much I adore Disney movies! I wanted to name one after Po, but, unfortunately got vetoed out of it. It still hurts. *wink* *wink*

So I am now a proud pet parent of two pairs of birds belonging to breeds Zebra Finch and White Finch each. Unfortunately, Coco had been poked in the eye by some bird while at the pet store, so she had faced a bit more trouble in adjusting, than the others. Thankfully, she is all better now and keeps frolicking around with her bestie, Sarah.

This is how the four friends bid goodnight! Although I think Rio is angry with me for clicking a pre-bedtime shot:P

I love their snowy coat of feathers and res shiny beaks! Nature sure has its own way of embellishing beauty.

I observed that both Simba and Sarah (Zebra Finches) are both gregarious and fun-loving and on the other hand it seems, Rio and Coco (White Finches) keep having tiffs over issues I am clearly not aware of. It is hard to see them all huddled up next to each other, but I guess I got lucky tonight!

Since they are adults, it will be hard for them to learn to sit on my shoulder or be comfortable with human touch. Although I am pretty sure, I will be getting loads of pictures clicked with their offspring. Care to suggest me some names for the future generation? I have already exhausted my favorite names supply.

I am eagerly waiting for the time, they’ll be comfortable and well adjusted enough, to fly freely around my house. How fun, that would be! And of course, when their little tree house is ready for them to reside in, I’ll throw another house warming party for them, that day.

I would love to hear suggestions and advice on how to rear these birds and their offspring. Please feel free to share your views in the comments section. Also, tell me about your experiences of being a pet parent for the first time.

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Love,

Simba, Sarah, Coco and Rio

Favorite Agatha Christie Novels

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Mystery novels and I have a long, long history between us!Even the first novel that I ever read belonged to mystery genre ;The Three Investigators Series; The Mystery of the Talking Skull. My entire childhood can be summed up in two words; mystery novels. Later on I was introduced to and embraced in the spell binding world created by Agatha Christie and thus there was no turning back. So I have decided to pay tribute to the queen of Detective novels by listing six of my all time favorite Agatha Christie novels.

6. The ABC Murders

A classic Herclue Poirot mystery which consists of drama, family feud, romance, action, adventure and an ending which signifies the detective’s eureka moment that finally solved the case.

Poirot receives a mysterious letter signed by “A.B.C”, hinting some act of crime is going to be committed very soon. Soon two murders take place in an alphabetical order with an ABC Railway Guide present at both the crime scenes. The little Belgian detective must race against time to stop the murderer from striking his third victim and save an innocent man from meeting with an unfortunate fate.

P.S. You’ll be surprised to know who turns out to be the actual culprit and applaud Christie for her art of weaving stories by linking all the hidden hints (ooooh, alliteration!) together. That’s what I did, at least 😛

5. Death comes as the End

Quite a strong title, no?

The novel set in Ancient Egypt, unlike the other contemporary novels by the author boasts of a story as strong as the title. A revered priest’s life turns upside down after he marries a woman much younger than him. Certain incidents find his newly wedded wife to be a victim of raging angst from his family members. Soon she is found dead and it seems her vengeful spirit is back to settle old scores…

One more thing that distinguishes this novel from the others is that, the narrative is presented in a first person perspective as opposed to the other third person perspective approaches.

You would love reading the gripping tale about a ghost who has crossed the realms of the dead to avenge her murder or is it another mystery all together? No spoilers ahead!

4. Death on the Nile

A masterpiece of a novel which showcases a melange of human emotions including bittersweet love, sympathy, greed, selfishness and of course Poirot’s brilliance.

A young woman approaches the detective to assist her in distress. She and her husband are being stalked by her husband’s ex-lover. Poirot, however, refuses to accept the case. The couple, then boards a cruise steamer to escape the stalker. It is then despite all efforts to avert it, a murder is committed; the young woman seeking Poirot’s help breathes her last. It is time for the Belgian’s grey cells to actively work, to solve the mystery, before the murderer strikes again.

I recommend you read this novel carefully and pay attention to all the characters, as this string of people are repeated once again in a different setting, but pointing to the same motive hidden beneath the veil of crime.

3. The Mystery of the Blue Train

Herclue Poirot boards the uneventful Le Train Bleu in hopes of undertaking a peaceful journey. However, his plans are interrupted as one of the passengers is found to murdered and a world famous jewel is missing from her possession. With a train full of passengers as suspects and two cases to solve, Poirot has to rack his brains to distinguish the truth and lie from the water tight alibi that point to real murderer.

P.S. This was the first Agatha Christie novel I read! I loved reading about how the author made the detective solve two cases that appeared to stem from a single act of crime and saved the innocent from meeting with an unfortunate fate. Having difficulty in choosing a book for the upcoming weekend? Just take a deep breath and unravel the mysterious murder with Agatha Christie.

2. Appointment with Death

The author narrates a story about a dominating ex-prison warden and her family who are travelling for a vacation, together. The matriarch influences her children heavily and never allows them to think for themselves. While travelling, she leaves a queer remark to one of the passengers and is soon found to be dead. It now falls upon the able shoulders of Poirot to deduce the culprit and find meaning to the old lady’s quaint remark.

One factor which distinguishes the novel from others is that is that, it is written from the perspective of two vital characters in the novel and does not include a third-person perspective. It keeps you glued till the very end and leaves you satisfied as you finish the novel.

Finally, my favorite book! The best for the last…

1. Murder on the Orient Express

Ohh! One of the few novels that made me gasp at every page! It has so many topsy-turvy incidents that give the story a new depth. The best thing about this novel is that it never loses its narrative in the backdrop of various side stories and it includes character continuation, which is rare to find in Christie’s novels. Instead the author offers new elements, characters and plots to satisfy the thirst of her readers.

A mismatched group of passengers board the Orient Express with Poirot and witness the most bizarre murder of the century. A famous criminal on the run, seeks help from the detective to avert mortal peril and is found dead, the next morning, with inexplicable knife stabs. The detective treads on the journey of catching the culprit or is it a heist which is carried by a group of culprits?

Please, please readers read this novel once. I assure you, you won’t be disappointed!

Before signing off today, I have a question for my readers. What would you like to read my next review about;a stand-alone or a book series? I would be waiting for your replies.

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The Sun is also a Star: Nicola Yoon

Happy Friendship Day people! I couldn’t think of any other book to review than the one which celebrates friendship and love in their truest sense, on this day!

Rating : 4.1/5

Highlights

  1. A vibrant cover, which would make you fall in love with it at the first glance.
  2. An amazing title which leaves you confused and curious at the same time.
  3. An unconventional love story which spans over a period of ten years. The depth of the story makes it an interesting read.
  4. Multi-perspective novel, which provides the reader the POVs of each character, instead of a third-person perspective that novels usually seem to present.
  5. A fantastic ending, which you never would have expected. Don’t worry, no spoilers ahead!
  6. Paperback and pocket friendly 😛

Plot

Two teenagers, Natasha, an immigrant girl, who analyses everything scientifically and Daniel, a free spirited boy, fond of literature and poetry, meet accidentally. Their encounter blossoms into a beautiful friendship and gradually they fall in love over the course of a series of adventures they share for a period of twenty-four hours. Their unconventional love story, changes course as the fate has other plans. Natasha has to leave the country on account of illegal immigration, leaving behind the most beautiful moments of her life behind…

Writing Style

The author beautifully presents the thoughts and incidents playing in the minds of the characters and weaves them into a story. As a reader you get immense satisfaction in reading the tale from each perspective, rather than a third-person perspective that novels usually provide. The content and character arcs are written in an intriguing manner with a sprinkle of realism that you instantly fall in love with the two awkward teenagers. You begin reading the story expecting it to be an usual love story, where you would find two characters madly in love with one another and the universe coming together to unite the star-crossed lovers. However, your stance changes completely after realizing how the characters are presented in a humble and grounded manner, dealing with far graver problems and discovering themselves in the face of understanding friendship in love and love in friendship. It’s truly a delightful real.

Review

First of all, let me bring to light, I am not a fan of reading love stories. This is the first love story I have read in my life and I feel amazed while admitting, I liked it…I never thought I would!

Coming to the review, it is one of the novels I felt satisfied after reading. Right from the beginning, to the various sub-plots and the ending, everything is perfect in an ethereal manner. You start living each emotion in the novel with the first word you read and continue to do so till the last page.

Just one tiny thing I felt, could have been better in the novel, is the pace of the ending. No doubt, the ending is unexpected and peaceful, the pace seems to be too fast. While reading you get used to a pleasant pace of the narrative and suddenly the author rushes us to the point where her characters reunite, the readers faces trouble adjusting to it.

Has this novel changed my perspective towards love stories? I think it’s too early to comment on that having read only a few novels. But definitely, I would like to read more of the author’s works.

Would I recommend it? Affirmative. I think it would make a perfect read for a weekend getaway or the gifted to a friend who loves love stories or otherwise. I think you should read it once, you will not be disappointed.

What are your favorite love stories to read? Tell me in the comments section and let’s see if your recommendations turn me into a hopeless romantic at heart. Lol.

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Favorite book quotes of all times



Hello readers and fellow book lovers! Have you come across lines/dialogues/quotes so well written, that you have to close the book and stare into nothingness for a while pondering about the words? Don’t even ask me how many times this happens to me…

In today’s blog, I bring you a compiled list of my favorite book quotes that might bring a smile on your faces. So, sit tight and be prepared to be blown over by awesomeness!

10. “Just live well. Just live.” Me before you by Jojo Moyes

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As if the entire story wasn’t heart wrenching enough, the author had to include an emotional letter ending with such powerful lines. Reading these lines fill me with much zest to live and explore no matter whenever or wherever, I happen to skim through these. Ever having a bad day? Just remember these two lines by Will to Lou and you’ll be good to go!

9. “ You is kind. You is smart. You is important.” The Help by Kathryn Stockett

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The book which captures women power and blurs racial differences in its truest sense, also captures the essence of self worth.Just the three words you need to remind yourself, every time you venture out to prove your worth.

8. ” You are mad. Bonkers. Off your head…But I’ll tell you a secret…All of the best people are.” Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Caroll

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Some deep thinking going on here. And in the novel. Some hard hitting words which leave you mesmerized and dazzled and craving for more.

7.” It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart”. Hunger Games by Suzzane Collins

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Mind blown! Such crude words which everyone feels but is too afraid to acknowledge. What can I say more about it?

6. ” No one can put a price on losing everything” The Sun is also a star by Nicola Yoon

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A girl on the verge of losing everything. A boy on the verge of changing everything. They meet, fall in love and are separated. How painful can their story be? And in midst of that this quote to suck the breath out of you! Why universe, why?

5. ” It’s wrong what they say about the past. I have learned about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out”. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

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Chills, right? Such powerful words that hit you right through the bones. I fell in love with the novel, I read it the first time and more so with its degree of depth and realism. Isn’t it amazing how you relate to these words at the first glance irrespective of age, race, nationality, gender etc. Please take a bow Mr Hosseini, for crafting such a masterpiece.

4. “ Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect” Harry Potter by J.K Rowling

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First of all. a belated happy birthday to the queen who made our childhood awesome! Whew! Words just fall short when I try explaining my euphoria whenever someone talks of Harry Potter. Its characters, its stories, its plots, everything is just magical. As magical as this quote which is filled with silent sadness and serene hope, enough to last a lifetime.

3. ” Survival is a state of mind”. Life of Pi by Yann Martel

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Just two words. MIND BLOWING!

2. ” Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation”. Eat. Pray. Love by Elizabeth Gilbert

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Who would have thought a true account of discovering one self would become would inspire a young girl, miles apart to begin anew? This is by far one of my favorite books and quotes.

Now time for the best one…

  1. ” This part of my life, this part right here. This is called happyness”. The Pursuit of Happyness by Chris Gardner

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A novel which tells the story of a father-son duo struggling to live the life of there dreams and teaching us to live in the moment. This quote is a treat to read, understand and live by as soon as you finish reading it.

What are your all-time favorite book quotes? Tell me in the comments section!

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Cheers!



I am a big girl now, mother…

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Hello readers! Finally,I am out with a poem I had been wanting to compose for a really long time, but was never really satisfied with the result until now.This piece of poetry revolves around the relationship of a mother-daughter duo and how they find their strength to face the cruel, male dominated world. I know, it’s pretty long (well actually, the longest I’ve ever written), excuse me, for that, but knowing I am writing this, it is justified, right?

I hope you enjoy reading the poem as much as I enjoyed writing it! Here it goes…

I am a big girl now, mother…

I remember the first time, the day, a man eyed me hungrily,

You said breathe, look away, walk faster and move on steadily,

I had been a child of five, ready, eager to explore and create,

You said by the time, I turned into a ‘big girl’, I should wait,

Wait for the viciousness and hunger to completely clear away,

And keep my beauty, my identity hidden under a veil till that day.

I grew up believing those stares were a route to that time,

I did what you taught me and kept hiding from the crime.

I was smiling and laughing at my tenth birthday party that night,

Forgotten were the horrors of the past in the present ,so bright,

Suddenly a hand groped me from behind, despite my protests,

Mom, he was one among the long list of civilized guests,

 Hurt, angry I came running to you, out of shock, out of fear,

You laughed it off as a mishap and began to wipe my sorrowful tear.

I thought another hurdle was added to that right path,

And once more, I had to hold back and bury my wrath.

Time flew by, and I started  turning into a young lady,

I was shrouded into long, dull clothes to blend with the shady,

Surroundings and protected from the hunters lurking around,

You asked me again to look away and make no sound,

The wolf-whistles started to be engraved in my ears,

But looking away and walking faster helped all through the years.

Surrounded by my trusted people, I spent the early years of my life,

Before I knew it you pushed me to become someone’s ideal wife,

From that day onwards I remember him never asking for my consent,

I don’t think he understands what the word ‘NO’ meant,

The ornaments of my face have given way to red, blotchy scars,

But didn’t this arrangement called marriage raise bars,

Of cruelty and strangling my ideas, thoughts and opinions,

I believed I would never face this, for I am not among the millions.

 After all those years, I am a big girl now mother,

Still waiting for the dawn you promised me mother,

As I lay on the floor stripped naked of my existence,

Even when I followed all your words with persistence.

Lying on the floor surrounded by blood and dirt,

I question myself, what did I ever do to be hurt?

Darkness has started to crowd and envelope my eyes,

Probably this is where I die, after living the promised lies,

In spite of the defeats, I don’t wish to be dead so soon,

Is this ending in disguise a long-awaited blessed boon?

With this moment I wish to fight, till my shackles are cut off,

And I explore the world in the way, the little girl dreamt of.

I see the open window and hope it carries my voice outside,

The voice of a bruised but not broken child, lady and now a bride,

I scream and scream till there is no voice left in my throat,

I raise my voice for me and for millions like me to be afloat,

From the misery and helpless reflections from the mirrors,

And break free once and for all from the ruthless killers.

I truly understand, today what the ‘big girl’ signified,

Months after losing you, my protector, by my side,

You wanted me to find my voice, my strength, my power,

To fight for myself in the face of hardships and not cower,

You made me strong enough to take a staunch stand,

I feel proud and loved at how you never let go off my hand.

I remember reading the diary you left behind for me,

And realizing how many battles you fought for me,

Alone you pushed the man, who dared to raise his eye,

And harboured intentions of making your daughter cry,

The hand that groped me, years ago, was cut off brutally,

You fought all hardships for me always smiling beautifully,

 Till your last day my husband was not spared from your fire,

To always protect me was your heart’s deepest desire.

You protected me till your last gasp of breath,

Till the time I found chivalry in the face of death.

Nothing can bruise, taint and shatter me to pieces now,

I have tolerated enough abuse and humiliation, I avow,

My soul breathes the bravery lingered by you, my dear,

From the courage you taught me by giving in, to fear.

I have turned into the big girl now mother,

Who will not tolerate injustice another,

I have turned into the big girl you were mother,

Ready to face the world, your big girl mother…

Bhagyashree 31.7.19

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A big shout-out to all the ‘big girls’ out there and a bigger shout out to their mothers for making them who there are today. #gogirlpower

Don’t you think it’s cruel that the innocent little girls become their courageous big counterparts only after losing everything? How I wish, life had been a bit merciful by providing another alternative…

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Cheers!

Shall I Stay or Shall I Go – To Lands Unknown?

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Heelllloooo people! What’s up? Have you ever wondered what happens when two poets with different ideologies, two distinct writing styles, varying world views,different nationalities, come together and bond over one theme to write a poem? The result is intellectual (I mean hilarious *coughs*) squabbling, rigorous writing, frivolous editing and finally a well- crafted piece which both of them are proud of!

I would have never believed this to be true, had I not experienced it myself while collaborating with Mathew (Blog of the Wolf Boy) over this piece of poetry, depicting the dilemma of a young boy on the brink of making a life-affirming decision.

Out of a large, water-soaked windowpane,
I heard the horizons calling,
Calling me to a life full of quests,
With winds and hues of joys.
Where my heart won’t rip in pain,
And my soul will dance in spree.

Overjoyed, I turn around to find,
Souvenirs of my life to take along,
On a journey, conquering the world,
And to be away from one,
Which never accepted my body or mind,
To a place where I could truly belong.

But something holds me back,
As my legs walk towards my dream,
Stifling my neck as I try to breathe happiness,
Ghost of a smile etched on my face, glancing,
At a crumpled white sheet against a black,
Backdrop of responsibilities, acting as a seam.

The letter smiles at me, slyly,
Inviting me to a life of dutiful death,
Promising respect, money, power,
And a man worthy of success.
Realizing the cost, my eyes well up idly,
For an unfulfilled life which saps my breath.

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I think all these things and I wonder
What’s a worse fate to endure?
To be the one who’s tried and failed,
Or feed a life that’s lost its allure?

It seems to me, the remedy,
Is to do that which scares me most,
So, I’ll dry these eyes and pack my bags,
For I’ve more to lose, not far, but close.

I close my eyes and drift off to a warmer place,
Where a gentle breeze plays on my skin,
And foreign melodies permeate open space,
While I dance to the lands I’ve never been.

There’s something sweet about losing yourself,
In unique and distant discoveries.
There may be bitterness in hard farewells,
But I’ll take heart in exotic things of sundry.

I’m awake and aware that life had not begun,
Until this day when I grew brave,
And marched my way into the rising sun,
To find my peace and soul, before my grave.

If fortune favors courage, as they say,
My tomorrow is going to be a brighter day.
Walking down new paths I’ve paved,
Towards a life I’ve not, but only craved.

Bhagyashree and Matthew 23.7.19

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