The Balancing Act

Wet Drops Rising tides washed away the sands, Stretching out on the cold sea shore Pale moonlight danced on silky hairstrands Weaving life and dreams galore A sprinkling of stars on the vast skies, Ushered the cool wind carrying wet drops Falling on to the embrace on the horizon, Of the sky , the sea and the orange sun Clouds cluttered and gathered might, slithering on to the vast skies brimming with winds and the rains Then lifted the heart ,on to a shimmering , loving , long night

The void has been deepening and widening and silence getting resonant. The abrasion is deepening taking the form of a wound. The lullabies and the study time, the hoards of secrets , unending heart to heart talk and the strong and supporting hand , everything has turned into the fading pale pages of past. Even relationships saturate and younger ones replace you in the family ! this never crossed the mind, such thoughts never occurred, was never prepared. The cocoon of warmth , the comfort of an advise , a shoulder to cry on.. has all of this been taken away .. slowly but surely.. yes. It is really difficult learning the lessons of life… but here also you are my teacher.. making me understand in your own unique way.. that I do not matter…not any more !!

Being anonymous…it’s fun.. its scary .. Only fellow bloggers and people who happen to read my blogs are the ones who are aware that I am a blogger…no body not my husband, not my mother, not my best friends know that I am doing this. They do not know that I am writing to the world my deepest darkest secrets.. my fears.. my feelings …sometimes I feel guilty and want to tell them. But then I do not know how they would react.. my husband starts fuming if I surf for anything apart from foodblogs.. especially ‘orkut’ irritates him to no end. I have also become sick of ‘Orkut’ in some ways.. people have started using it for flaunting.. show off… getting equal with others and what not.. I am sure it has its good side also like it has helped us to get back to some long lost good friends from College and School .. but I think some of the feelings of my hubby dear has rubbed on to me . I have sort of become obsessed of being a blogger… while going back home from office in the chartered bu...

It’s over ten years since I have met you. But I have never forgotten you, your name comes up in my thought often, when I was blessed with my first baby I wished I could meet you, how you would react seeing your crazy friend in her maternity clothes nursing a sweet little baby with care and poise, I remembered how I used to insist to you that I would deliver a baby only if you becomes my Gynae. I missed you all the time when I spent years without having a single soul in the name of friend, I was going through a very bad phase in life and needed to blurt out everything so badly, so many time my hands reached for the inland letter which we used to exchange over 5 years when I was pursuing my graduation, then Diploma and went on to work and meanwhile you were slogging hard to complete your MBBS course and finally got the title of ‘Dr. ‘ prefixed to your name. I missed you whenever I saw two girls giggling away on a bus, on the street or just roaming around the market… I missed all our ...

I have been going through a lot of blogs recently and I must say I have chickened out after seeing the quality of writing in all these blogs. It’s not as if I was critically analyzing them nor am I an authority on anybody’s writing prowess but it’s the amazing simplicity, sincerity, humor ( its just too good), the ability to laugh at yourself and the ability to touch the heart of those who read your blogs which makes these blogs really awesome. Hats off to all you women, some of whom I have noticed are home makers which means that they always have something or the other to look after, to set right etc. but they are still pursuing their interest, taking time out for themselves, to pour their heart out and hats off to them too who are working and who are constantly hard pressed for time yet they are taking time out to connect to the world, to their friends and more importantly to themselves. I also came across some male writers who were really striking with their writing, their abili...

Usually I don’t get time to go through the newspapers in the morning, because mornings are the most chaotic time at my house.. no time.. no time…no time, but today I managed to take a passing look at the front page, and since then I am down and out… I am angry, upset and very sad… There were two news items which contributed to my state of mind. One is the news which says that a young woman who seems to have been a victim of hit and run accident case and who had already died, her body had been run over several times by many vehicles on a busy Delhi –UP road , her body was so much mutilated by all this that the police had to pick up her body parts from several places in pieces … while I read this news I could not believe my eyes that Delhites have become so ruthless, they have lost their soul and heart and humanity … this is how they treated a fellow human being… she died the death of a street dog… which we see everyday on busy roads… I could not fathom the depth of n...

Colours of passion Sometime ago a splash of red on the pristine white turned the Cool blue breeze into a wild storm Turmoils on the warm brown hearth gave way to sprouting purple wings to paradise Unyielding emotions ran riot yearning to sail towards the unknown A flashing glimpse of strangeness, yet so familiar, Promised to sweep away towards an enchanting island Colours of vibrant hue speckled with exotic scents gave way to a moment of sinful ecstasy a gushing wave of guilt washed off the moment freezed on the horizon and brought back to the pristine white , to the warm embrace of yore, to today and forever till eternity… right from my heart