Some things that we forget

Have you ever wondered how the moon feels about itself????Lets consider it to be she as we often say "that girl is as beautiful as the moon"..I was wondering the other day how would she feel??She stays there all alone among the stars who are meagre compared to her.Are they jealous of her and her beauty??Do they even speak to her or just plot among themselves to outcast her???When the sun blazes people often complain,when it has a mild glow they bask in it and enjoy it...but just imagine the moon.! Except a few lovers, nocturnal creatures,some romantic poets and some insomniac,rest are peaucefully lying "In the arms of Morpheus"..Nobody is there to curse it or appreciate it.Even 20 years ago people had the time to appreciate its beauty and write stories and poetry about it ,but now in this Hi-tech world, we do not even stop for once and enjoy the luminiscence of the eternally beautiful moon.....

So my dear friends lets take some time out from our every day busy schedule and atleast for 5 mins enjoy the aura and the splendour of our nature's creation -our very own moon with our loved ones...
Till then enjoy my favourite poem by Walter de la mare-
Silver

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

A woman's note

Sometimes I wonder lonely as a cloud,
within the empty space of my own house.
Should it be called a home or a mere house.
Adorned with the splendour a human can crave
But does it really give me what I really pray?
A lonely soul,I walk about as a wandering ghost
From here to there and there to here alone almost
Until i got the news of your arrival
Which brings new hope of life's revival.
You are the joy in the entire dark life
As i wait for your arrival,my beautiful unborn child.

A lover's fear

If I had a dream,what would it be?
Would it be concerning you and me?
Or would it be about the trivialties of life which bothers only me?
Is it about you?
Or is it about the fear within me telling me you'll leave me for someone new.
I ask myself often,what is the thing that i most dread?
Is it you with someone or you being dead.
Then comes the reply within me
Its the fear of loosing you bcoz your the only one I can claim as mine.

Poetry

She knew she had to see him although it was raining,
She drove like a wild child
The pain of his betrayal all over her heart and mind.
She wondered as she drove
What exactly went wrong?
How the marriage of 30 yers come to so slowly die?

Just a thoght

Its been a long time since my last blog.I actually forgot that I used to blog once upon a time.Now as i sit to write I find myself facing what we better know as "writer's block".In the past oe year a lot of thing has changed in my life.I left my job,accompanied my hubby to USA,partied hard,had surgery,got bored, finished 12 american sitcoms,cooked and threw partied,watched a little over 89 movies and the never ending list goes on.But still I guess due to our nature I complain about my so called frustrating life.
Anyway, what i realise now is that how life changes and takes so different turns.Some good,some bad but the saddest part is it doesnt go back to the lanes once already travelled.As I sit alone often I try to figure out what in life I miss the most and the most important thing I miss is the scoldings of my parents and the thrill that I felt in doing things that parents had no idea off.Bunking college,afternoon movies,sitting in cafeterias for hours,damn..the thrill if not getting caught was so amazing.Even the ban on watching television and using mobile phones before exams which used to be so annoying then is something I crave for nowdays.
As some writer had once said that when you crave for something earnestly and you get it you dont value that thing anymore.Same thing happened with me.When my mom used to scold I often wondered when can I run away from this place which used to be my home.but when I finally got my independence It seems that I am craving to go back to that lane which I had left long time ago.
Thus i guess.........
Either I am mad or its just because i'm simply a human being
Damn!!!!...we the humans can never be happy in any circumstances.....
Anyway dear readers..if at all anyone is reading this...have a good night coz am sleepy...till my nxt blog stay well...n enjoy every moment of your life.......

frustration and me

For the last few days I was going through a phase of frustration.i felt like banging my head on the walls, tearing all the hair from my head breaking stuffs etc etc….. My husband was busy with his work and was coming home late, my granny was in hospital some 2500miles away in kolkata, my mom was busy with my granny, most of my friends are working and it was really disgusting to find myself as the sole soul on this earth who’s idle and has basically nothing to do to kill time. I’ve always been disgusted with studies but that’s what is expected of me because my masters’ finals are approaching. It’s really Disgusting.
But you know it’s actually bad if u r frustrated, coz we tend to become peevish, and annoying…. not only to yourself but to others as well and this is bad coz this affects others around you…so I found a very interesting way of getting rid of this stupid stupid feeling. I started doing things which I find interest in. I started experimenting various recipes, going through all the old albums of school and college days etc etc…sleeping, going out and making new friends….but the most interesting was writing….whether u jus scribble whatever comes to my mind or sharing my experiences or just sharing your thoughts with you’ll honestly helped me a lot…I don’t even know whether anyone’s going to read them but the thought that people may read it someday actually gives me immense pleasure………

But anyway I wont bore u’ll much with my blaa blaass…..stay well and happy…alwayzz…and when ur sad just remember do as you please.

raising a toast to all women

It’s really hard to be a woman. a woman is a multi faceted being. She’s beautiful, loving, caring, compassionate, and the most marvellous thing is that she alone can handle a thousand things together and with ease. She’s a perfect homemaker, a doting mother, a loving wife, a caring daughter, a dutiful daughter in law, a trustworthy friend, a confidante to her colleagues and the list of the role that she plays in the society goes on.

It’s really inspiring to observe a woman’s life. How her life changes with time. When she is young she’s her daddy’s darling. She grows up without any worries, knowing that her parents are always there for her, to take care of her, to protect her. But one day she grows up, and then her parents marry her off to someone not known to her that well. she is then asked to go and live with that man now called her husband, in his home and call his parents her own. I think it’s really too much to ask of a persons.

But why is that a woman is always asked or rather forced to do things against her wish??? Why can’t a man marry a woman and come to stay with her at her home??? I know you may think its really silly of me asking such questions. You may even say that’s what the rule is. But my question is who has set such ruled?? Nobody even bothers to question a man, his whereabouts, and his life beside office. But questioning a woman is compulsory. A woman does so much for her family, her contribution for her family and rather to the society is awe inspiring but still even nowadays when a son is born in a family it’s celebrated with pomp and grandeur while the birth of a girl child is not heartily welcome.

But still a woman accepts all the wrongs done to her without even complaining, because she knows that a man is incomplete without her and the society will stop progressing if she is not there. she even knows that no matter how strong a man is he needs her much more than anyone else because she provides the mental support that he needs.

And finally before ending my too long and boring to some blog let me share with u’ll a song celebrating womanhood by Tammy wynette (one of my favourite songs)


Sometimes it's hard to be a womanGiving all your love to just one manYou'll have bad timesAnd he'll have good timesDoin things that you don't understandBut if you love him You'll forgive himEven though he's hard to understandAnd if you love himOh, be proud of him Cause after all he's just a manStand by your man Give him two arms to cling to And something warm to come to when nights are cold and lonelyStand by your manAnd tell the world you love him Keep giving all the love you canStand by your manStand by your manAnd show the world you love him Keep giving all the love you canStand by your man.
Three cheers for all the women ………enjoy your womanhood.