I’ve been gone.

Now that I see my stats for January, they’re better than in December! I guess distance truly makes the blog-heart grow fonder too.

It has been almost two months since I posted something on the blog. These breaks have been more frequent and sporadic in the last few months. If I promise myself that I will post something big and fancy on the blog, I end up missing my deadlines and skip the normal light posts too. For some reason, time and life have been incredible in the last few days and that did not leave me much time to just sit down and write.

It is not like I don’t have time, I while it away! Haha. It really is not funny but it has been happening. For every two productive hours I have, I end up wasting the rest of that day. Youtube, people, and life’s chores are the culprits. I cannot skip the daily chores while living alone which means that I wasted my time on the phone scrolling aimlessly. Or by chatting and talking to an obscene number of people.

Something changed at the end of November, which altered my mood and general outlook towards a lot of things in life and I attribute it to my long time friend P. If it manifests into good things, I will give her all the due credit. But for now, it made me very happy and incredibly bubbly for all the days that I’ve lived since then. You could say that I started experiencing a lot, living a lot, and letting go of a lot. I opened myself up to new, exciting experiences which were a scary but fun rollercoaster. I cannot really share what she told me, or what was the direct consequence of it, but I lived a life that didn’t feel like mine for almost a month! And then I slowly got to normal.

I am not even myself anymore! I am a little bit changed after experiences and feelings, because those were ones that could alter your personality. Don’t get me wrong, I was on adrenaline and life-high! But it was new to me. We went travelling to Vienna, Budapest and Bratislava in December and I will be posting the pictures and blog for that soon. There was also a trip to Harz mountains in Germany that will be a well sought-for post, especially for my friends. I am not the trekking kind of girl, but I went there! It was one of the most transformative trips of my life, along with the other one in December. A shell was cracked, some stuff spilt out, some changed and the highest impact was on the mood and the general vibe of my personality.

Long story short, I will be back to posting, regularly I can hope. And since February is exam month, I will definitely be posting regularly 😀 I am hoping that it will keep on the groove for the next few months while I’m pumped and feeling creative.

So thanks for reading my rant and very vague life update. I don’t share much anyway, and this is a lot considering my habits. But then again, I went through a mini transformation. Nothing is off-limits anymore.

Ghost Feet

This little poem is about that moment when you long for your better half. In the morning, even when the bright sun has risen, it seems all grey because of their absence. Being habitual of their embrace, and their warmth, your feet feel alone in a bed for two. A little flashback Friday for fond memories and a lot of little things that I used to write!

Grey dawns this sunlight,

when it doesn’t seem so right

shuffling fervently two bedsheets,

your warm embrace doesn’t meet anymore,

doesn’t envelope my two cold, trembling feet.


Picture Credits: HiveMiner

 

Raging Battles (Flashback Friday)

A young girl walks bare feet,
Amongst the gunpowder and debris,
She looks at the bloody bodies, now covered,
She mourns deeply for her beloved.

The world was such an empty place before,
Then came her prince-on-the-white-horse to the fore,
They shared a bond that could last forevermore
The world wasn’t so empty anymore.

He was a soldier of the state,
Serving the country was his fate,
He loved his girl and his nation,
He was his country’s true citizen.

They walked the lush gardens hand-in-hand,
They scoured for shells in the golden sand,
They ran gleefully in the rain,
They were not aware of the upcoming pain.

One day, he got called for his duty,
He was called to serve at the front;
They were taught to show no pity,
The enemy had to face the brunt.

The girl was left alone to ponder,
The state of her lover she often wondered;
She passed her days lying in wait,
She couldn’t leave everything in the hands of fate.

She heard the radio day and night,
Heard the horrific results of the fight;
They often recounted the names of the dead,
With worry did her forehead always sweat.

He called one day, “How are you, my love?”
“Lying in your wait”, she only sobbed.
He told her of his friends’ death,
She only said that she was sitting with awaited breath.

He recounted the booms of the guns, the missiles, the bodies,
He told her how they had to live as a quarry;
He said he was proud to fight,
He said he was content he was right.
Though the barrels made him shiver,
He had always the strength-filled quiver.

She longed to see him day & night,
She heard from them one twilight,
He had been martyred by the enemy’s cannon,
“He was our bravest soldier”, said the Captain.

Her heart burst with paramount grief,
Battles raged in her heart as on the streets;
“How ironical”, she thought grimly of her loss,
That it should come at a time after their country had won.

She walked then between the gunpowder and debris,
She now only felt the thorns of the roses, on her feet;
Come and see the blood in the streets, her heart cried
Come and see the blood in the streets!
Come and see the
blood in the streets!!


In lieu of completing three years of blogging, today’s Flashback Friday is the first original poetry I posted on the blog. Raging Battles, this poem has won me two awards, lots of appreciation from family and tons of impressed/bewildered looks from my friends. In simple terms, I love it! And as it is Flashback Friday, I couldn’t wait for the opportunity to post it yet again 😛

 Image Credits: Wallpaper-House

Gone

Discovering your brown boots
And one by one
All the things you left behind
Books and keys
Clothes and receipts
Crumbs of us.
Some of you and some of me.


This was a surprise sort of short poem that just came to me because I was thinking about how it is the little things that remind us of the people we no longer have in our lives. It doesn’t always have to be a better half, these verses work for every relationship we’ve ever had that was so close to us. That we see the crumbs of a past frequently every day and we miss that person every single time that happens.

Flashback Friday: After You’re Gone

Discovering your brown boots
And one by one
All the things you left behind
Books and keys
Clothes and receipts
Crumbs of us.
Some of you and some of me.


I’ve started Flashback Friday to repost some posts because I have a lot more followers than I did last year. It is also a very simple way to reminisce about my state of mind from a year ago! This was a surprise sort of short poem that just came to be because I was thinking about how it is the little things that remind us of the people we no longer have in our lives. It doesn’t always have to be a better half, these verses work for every relationship we’ve ever had that was so close to us. That we see the crumbs of a past frequently every day and we miss that person every single time that happens.

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