Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum

"Starry starry night"s and flying hearts,

moving buses and honking cars.

Droplets of rain and foggy foggy roads,

freezing winters and romance galore!

"He loves me, he loves me not"s

hot brownie fudge,

Lemonades and cherry tops,

brain-freezers and shots!

Crackles and puzzles,

puddings and strewdles,

Custards and muffins

and strawberry oodles!

Quacking ducks,

and groaning toads,

to tell a tale and sell a tale,

tete-a-tete, and more.

Rockstars and Superstars,

Starstruck again,

Know-Ye-Not, Know-Ye-Not,

how to end the game.

Each Peach Play Plum !

My fingers fell on the strings of a guitar,

and a musical journey began.

I had a new friend,

my best-est friend,

one who was an angel in disguise.

She brought me fame, and love and power,

then confidence followed soon after.

She walked with me, gave me company,

was with me along life's narrow ways.

I knew I could always turn to her,

share my sorrows and dismays.

 She's a friend who brings out the best in me,

she is a friend to who i can show my immaturity,

she is a friend for life long,

she is my guitar, christened, Valerie!

As sweet as her name sounds to the ear,

so does she herself,

the musical journey that she has made possible to me,

I cannot be thankful for it, even if I had an eternity.

Blessed are those,

who understand the importance of music in life.

Blessed are those who do not understand it,

and do not miss it,

but unfortunate are those who know what they are missing,

because they know they would have enjoyed it.

Music is the blessing of my life,

Valerie is the gift in it,

the Journey is a necessity for my life,

and I am traveling it with fondness, love and matured immaturity.

She...an image I see.

 She peeped out the bathroom door,

and came out of the shower, smelling of fresh lavender.

She waltzed to her room,

took the towel off her head,

and she started to dry her hair.

What beautiful long black locks of hair she had...Oh!

...her dusky complexion fairly complementing them.

She sat in front of the mirror, looking at herself,

at the several expressions she had worn on her face.

She took out a stunning black dress,

she put it on to try it out.
"Will I look good in this?" she thought.

As one thought lead to another,

she was trapped amidst a chain of thoughts.

She entered a different world of her own,

a world she built readily...

A world where she was happy to be,

happier than presently.

She wore a smile,

that could steal a million hearts,

but modesty dripping off her face.

 Who was she?

Just another girl,

one, who lives in all our hearts.

We love to be pretty, but we often forget simplicity,

the most important asset of all.

The girl, she lives inside all of us,

all we need to do is to find her...

preserve her,

nurture her,

and let her imaginations run free.

Shaking my head...

Today is: Just. Not. The. Day.

I thought there'd be so much to write.

In fact, there was a lot going on, on my mind.

Yet, here I am,

sitting with a writer's block,

knowing not, what else to write.

Shaking my head from left to right,

in disbelief,

i have nothing to say!

Started 3 new posts, could not complete either,

irking feelings creep in slowly.

It feels as if death were near,

crawling, literally, slowly, but surely,

and quite clumsily, I must say.

What am I to do now?

What do I say?

Am I creative enough to go on talking about nothing,

yet go on filling a whole blank page?

Or am I daring enough,

to just post online, my total randomness?

Shaking my head, from left to right,

undefined actions I have, i realise.

Clueless I am, as always, 

as you can see,

yet here I am just scribbling away,

nothing but thoughts that are plain empty.

I feel like I'm sleeping, but wide awake,

my eyes seem to be, to me,

and simple words I use,

feels now like over simplicity.

I like over simplicity,

I love acts of total randomness,

I don't think there's anything weird about it,

it's just plain and simple madness.

So, I shake my head and say,

"let's forget the qualms and pains of today,

instead, feel the happiness around,

tomorrow will be a brand new day."

At last I made some sense,

in the end!

Maturing...with Time.

People say,

"Home is where the heart is".

Calcutta! Oh! My city of Joy...you have held my heart for too long.

And I do not blame you.
You were, are, and will always be,

my FAVORITE city in the whole wide world.

You are my home, my first love,

and shall forever be!

About three months ago,

I had moved into a new city.
Places, people, everything was unknown.

Yes, it's my country.

Yes, its my people.

Yet everything seemed so distant,

as distant as the lands untraveled by man.

Culture, food, language

nothing made me feel like it was "home, away from home".

Although I had good friends.
Made plenty of new ones.

Adjusted in a slow pace,

but hardly ever complained.

Missed my family back home every single day.

Ever since my parents dropped me here,

there's hardly been a day when I haven't missed them.

Can't remember one single week which i passed without crying.

But I'm lucky, I had my friends beside.

Food sucked. But now I am used to that too.

Although now I think it's been too much.

Adjusting to everything is boring too.

I feel I need new drama,

some action,

an end to too much boredom.

Simplicity would not spice up my life.
Yes, I AM trying hard to stay involved, but there is a limit to how much I can try.

I will not give up.
I need to carry on...for me, my parents, my entire family back home.
I need to make them proud.
Today I promise, I will try and move on...

Not from my parents,

not from my brothers and sisters,

not from my childhood friends,

Oh no...not at all!
I will move on from "trying" to be strong.
I am an independent individual.
I will move on from the weaknesses which tie me down.
I will be courageous and headstrong.

I am a woman.
A strong independent woman.
I will work hard for my loved ones.
I will be strong.

Tears help none...I shall only smile.

I know it within me,

I will be strong.

My FIRST Blog Post

 

When I had first thought of taking up English as a core subject in my Bachelors degree,
I was more prone towards writing journals.
I wrote to myself, exclusively FOR myself.
"Scribbling", if I may call it so, was the best time I gave "Me".
3 months back, circumstances changed,
almost at a go...
The world around me turned its tables and made me think hard,
"is it enough?", the little voice inside me asked.
Soon, I started running out of answers.
Explanations weren't good enough.
Who was I kidding?
I needed to do something more,
something realistic,

something that I could show the world,
share my thoughts, and my dreams.

So here is an attempt to share my views and experience,
with the known, and the unknown in my life...
Here's my step towards a little more of hard work and perseverance.
I'll do my best, I'll try.