The Balancing Act

Women Drops of perspiration adorned her brow She kept running fast behind the rainbow Her steps faltered and sight blinded By the multitude of colours that shimmered She stretched out her hands to touch it But it disappeared leaving behind nothing but mist She stood there looking at the sky And at the giant banyan tree with its branch rising high Far away she heard the song of some unknown bird Soulfully beckoning a mate and longing to be cared She stood mesmerized then turned around And walked, back to her home, her child, sleeping sound She looked at her and again found the rainbow This time on her little daughters serene white brow right from my heart ..

It's been weighing heavily on my mind for the past year and half. Now I am trying to attribute it to reasons all and sundry, latest one is 'bad feng shui' or better may be 'bad vaastu' of my house. I have realised now that any relation, however strong and sturdy and close knit, is guarnteed to go haywire. Now I have started doubting my self, i`s it `me? Am I so bad? my tongue so sharp and so insensitive that I have hurt people and their sentiments beyond any repair because I chose to say the truth as it is and did not resort to any nice words. Some very close relations have started playing hide and seek (because I am friendly with someone who is not in the good books of someone else who is close to her ) but I pursue her relentlessly because I feel that she has been a source of strength to me always, sometimes financial, sometimes moral but always a strength, and would always respect her. I want to cutt (extra 't' intentional) off my razor sharp tongu

Loneliness lingered on the empty fields I saw it Sitting by the train window, Bearing the blistering heat Of a sleepy ,dusty May afternoon It loomed large on the dry and barren lands, stretching out With little brown huts here and there. Naked little children playing around the dilapidated handpump, Their mothers sitting around huddled in groups, Some gossiping, some bickering It hovered around Puddles of water collected along some thorny trees Where Stray dogs rolled themselves in it and curled nearby, For wiling away the afternoon, sleeping. Some miles away it followed a bullock cart ,which dragged itself farther Towards the town, on the other side of the parched river. As night descended and hot winds blew again Loneliness sat, wearily, on a wooden bench, under a cracked, dim tubelight In a dark and lonely railway station. Right from my heart

I gave birth to my second daughter after going through a lot of struggle with my health, I suffered from gestational diabetes, I was totally upset mentally and physically , diabetes had taken a toll on my body and mind. I was handed over a long list by my doctor, this list contained the names of all the food that ‘I should not have’, unfortunately the diabetes was deducted rather late when I was in the middle of my 7th month and ideally I should have eaten as much as I can, as during the initial four to five months I could not eat any thing much as I had incessant vomiting . In order to bring the sugar level in the blood under control I was put on a diet of methi seed subji, methi leaf subji, karela and 2 sookhi roti each in the morning, lunch and dinner. The result was that the net weight gain during this pregnancy was 5 kgs !!!. I was not supposed to take any medicine as it could harm my baby so I was advised by the Doctor to take insulin injections everyday. Initially I we

Hey, two invaluable comments on my blog ... and I am ready for a lifetime of writing my heart out. Thanks again for those sincere words,... if I would say that it is encouraging.. it would be an understatement.. it is much more than that. Since it has been quite sometime that I have not done any writing bit, apart from the usual business correspondence which is oh ! so boring and where one has to be very cautious, I am so happy to have found this place again for expressing myself. I have a problem and that is I am too lazy with the punctuation marks, when I am in the flow of words I do not care to put them and once I finish writing and start reading what I wrote it gives a raw appearance, I think I need to do some brushing up of my grip on punctuation marks. Long ago I used to write diary each day, I had more than 7 diaries with me at one point of time , but one emotional outburst had everything in flames. I regretted what I did for a long time, but one diary of mine was saved fro

It was exactly around a year back that I had created this blog , to vent out my post maternity blues, I had just joined back office and was looking out for a way to give vent to my brimming emotions. However, I could not pursue it due to work, lack of time etc. etc. Today I am going to actually start blogging with full passion and devotion, I am using these words becaus I had always wanted to write, to read and to write again and feel wonderful about writing and like a writer (I do not claim to be one) has always yearned for the opinion of others. But now I am not doing it out of these feelings , in blogs I have found a platform to give shape to my innermost feelings, to be honest and to be pure and be true to your self, I must mention Deepti 's blog which I read in one go and through her I could find the most memorable teacher of my life Mrs. Chandrika, Deepti I am indebted to you, coz its your blog which carried me over to hers and as usual she has done wonders to my sagg