I wrote this piece when I was extremely depressed about my uncle's death...if you have ever lost someone, you loved dearly then you'll know what I mean...
A life of physical existence comes to an end,
but mortality is not where the journey ends,
your life runs through each of us,
and will continue tell we exist-
You are alive in us..
Disillusioned,
Is how,we may feel at first,
not knowing why You left us,
But,
as things get clearer and we get stronger,
We'll know it was,the best that could happen,
because along the way,
we'll cherish your love,much more than we did till now,
It runs through our veins.
Your laughter will continue to echo with our own,
Things you have told us,
Times you would scold us,
all remain as fresh as ever,
like the fresh flowers which you loved,
and the freshness in your voice,you contained.
You are alive in us,
as the force within us,
as the light shining in darkness
growing more with time and never less.
We still have You around us,
You are still here.....
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Teenage musings..
Hey all,
This is the article which I wrote for a leading newspaper in the city(The Hindu).It is yet to be published,just thought I'd post it here. :)
I’m your regular teenager, no don’t mistake me, I’m not an outlandish sort of one-I haven’t pierced my belly-button or coloured my hair to match the rainbow. I’m a normal teenage girl, with interests just like anyone else my age. So it came as no shock to my mother when I announced that I wanted to join theatre. I could see what was running in her head, “Oh no, there she goes again!” I received a long winding lecture about how I must not give in to peer pressure and how theatre can be very harmful to a young girl like me!! How ever, I put my foot down and did what I wanted to do- I joined theatre! The best one I could find! I must have been the most enthusiastic kid in the block. (Grin) I jumped at every opportunity I could lay my hands on and boy did I lay it big!
My first job was to give out flyers for the company at one of the biggest bookstores in town. I was over the moon when I came to know of it. But when it came to the real deal, I was so going to have a tough time. This is for all you people who thought that promotion was easy- well it’s not! It is probably the toughest job for a teenager like me who has done nothing but grab those flyers, glance at them and then crush the glossed paper and throw it in the bin. Being that person who hands out those flyers is a sad sad job. It’s really heartbreaking, when you see that piece of paper being used to throw away gum or crushed in the most merciless manner. Ah! But it’s a fact of life, they say. While one works their backside off, another saunters in and out of the store with not even something as small as a smile or a sympathetic ear to hear what you are rambling on for hours together. So as I try my best to be a good promoter, and try my best to impress you with my permanent smile, please do be good to me and my fellow promoters and not walk away like we never existed and please FOR GOD’S SAKE LISTEN TO WHAT WE ARE TRYING TO SAY INSTEAD OF PRETENDING!
Thank you for your endurance!
This is the article which I wrote for a leading newspaper in the city(The Hindu).It is yet to be published,just thought I'd post it here. :)
I’m your regular teenager, no don’t mistake me, I’m not an outlandish sort of one-I haven’t pierced my belly-button or coloured my hair to match the rainbow. I’m a normal teenage girl, with interests just like anyone else my age. So it came as no shock to my mother when I announced that I wanted to join theatre. I could see what was running in her head, “Oh no, there she goes again!” I received a long winding lecture about how I must not give in to peer pressure and how theatre can be very harmful to a young girl like me!! How ever, I put my foot down and did what I wanted to do- I joined theatre! The best one I could find! I must have been the most enthusiastic kid in the block. (Grin) I jumped at every opportunity I could lay my hands on and boy did I lay it big!
My first job was to give out flyers for the company at one of the biggest bookstores in town. I was over the moon when I came to know of it. But when it came to the real deal, I was so going to have a tough time. This is for all you people who thought that promotion was easy- well it’s not! It is probably the toughest job for a teenager like me who has done nothing but grab those flyers, glance at them and then crush the glossed paper and throw it in the bin. Being that person who hands out those flyers is a sad sad job. It’s really heartbreaking, when you see that piece of paper being used to throw away gum or crushed in the most merciless manner. Ah! But it’s a fact of life, they say. While one works their backside off, another saunters in and out of the store with not even something as small as a smile or a sympathetic ear to hear what you are rambling on for hours together. So as I try my best to be a good promoter, and try my best to impress you with my permanent smile, please do be good to me and my fellow promoters and not walk away like we never existed and please FOR GOD’S SAKE LISTEN TO WHAT WE ARE TRYING TO SAY INSTEAD OF PRETENDING!
Thank you for your endurance!
Waiting in vain...
Like I told you before,this is absolutely amateur. I wrote this poem for a guy who I thought was my soulmate,and I wondered what he found wrong in me. I loved him dearly but after a long wait of 4 years,I think it's finally gone...
Letters in the back of my book,
Addressed to you-dating back two years,
I've given them more than just a look,
While controlling emotions and fighting back tears,
I just can't seem to get over you,
I have no idea why,
Though the days we spent as one were few,
They all couldn't be a lie.
So many questions unanswered,and poems untold,
Letters undelivered-all waiting for you,
I can't help but break down when memories unfold,
Please come back,please tell me it's still true.
Maybe your life for now,belongs to another,
Maybe you thought,ours was never meant to be,
But let me tell you this,My best friend's brother,
My hearts all locked up,and only you have the key...
Beginning to begin...
Hey,
So this is my first attempt at blogging, and I give all the credit to my friends, without whose constant persuation to blog,I wouldn't have been here.So,thanks! I'm pretty amateur with writing prose or poetry,so u got to bear with me!The first poem I wrote was when I was absolutely heart-broken, so I'd be delighted if you could weigh down a little on the comments:) That's all for now.Do read my future posts!
So this is my first attempt at blogging, and I give all the credit to my friends, without whose constant persuation to blog,I wouldn't have been here.So,thanks! I'm pretty amateur with writing prose or poetry,so u got to bear with me!The first poem I wrote was when I was absolutely heart-broken, so I'd be delighted if you could weigh down a little on the comments:) That's all for now.Do read my future posts!
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