Sunset

My evenings are dreamy these days. While I’m on a break, I have all the time in the world to steal a sunset as I sip my evening coffee.

I remember, a month back I was deep into my office routine. I left early one day and it was then I realized that I hadn’t seen a sunset in a while.

Here is a picture of the sun setting behind the giant Gulmohar in my garden.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Rise/Set

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Certainty

Certainty.

Why do you crave for it so much? So bad?

Another day isn’t promised. You know that.

Don’t you?

You want to be certain about the next twenty years of your life.

Don’t you see it?

Life never sticks to the plan.

It has a tendency to wander; to stray.

Why are you up at 3 am? Again. Tell me.

Speculating your choices, over and over?

Cursing yourself, are you?

Those seeds of doubt you’ve been planting for years,

aren’t you afraid that you’d be lost in the dark wilderness that they’ll grow into?

You need the warmth of the sun.

Let the rays shine through.

Build, for sure. But live more.

Doubt when needed. But believe more.

Uncertainty is inevitable.

Why the fuss? the stars would say.

They’ll laugh out loud on your ways.

Give this universe a chance. Will you?

Maybe, it’s directionless too.

 

 

 

The reality of an idealist

Strong morals.

He was an idealist. A perfect one.

Won’t sway, won’t divert.

What’s the right thing to do? He’d ask himself all the time.

And that’d be it.

His morals rested on a cold boulder.

There was nothing he ached for so much, that it could corrupt him.

Such righteousness! Does it sound pitiful to you?

Do you doubt it’s existence? Like I do.

Is it human, to not feel love and desire so strong that you’d be ready to sway for its sake, if not more…once?

I wonder.

Star Ablaze

I veered off the trail. Just yesterday.

I’d been suffering, walking on it.

Following the dim star.

So I woke up and decided not to go after it anymore.

It scares me now, a little.

It’s gone. The star I never loved.

It’s dark and I can see tracks no more.

But I know I’ll keep walking.

There is more to belief than just light.

More to me than following a dying star.

I guess I’ll be my own light.

I’m ablaze within.

Enough to be my own dazzling star.

What Once was- now is not.

Outlined a square on the stone wall each day,

painted a different picture within.

Once a convict, now a painter.

Once a dead wall, now a window to his colorful soul.

 

#MICROFICTION In response to a prompt: #window

The Beginning…

Okay, so this is new. It’s November and like each year I see my reader flooding with so many amazing posts in response to the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). I’ve come across variants but this ‘post a blog each day’ sort of had me the very first time I read through it. It’s called the National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo). Seemed simpler than writing a novel yet this would get me in touch with my writing so much more.  I’ve decided to take the challenge and see how far I can go with it. I am running into it with all my heart and with bundles of hope that I’ll make it to the end.

2017 is almost coming to an end, I told myself that this would be a year of change- beginnings- listening to my heart more often.

You guessed it right! None of it happened.

Then some days ago I thought I’ll take up NaBloPoMo, maybe that’ll be my change.

This will be my beginning; beginning to do more of what soothes my soul; beginning to something that makes my dedication towards writing stronger.

Today, on my way back from work I was wondering what I’d write about. I was clueless and I still am. Also, I am clueless about the days to come. This is pure ranter with a curtained hope that it will blossom into meaningful sentences and beautiful phrases. Writing that talks to someone out there. Writing that talks to you.

I have my hopes mounted on the Everest! (fingers crossed)

Happy blogging you all. Let’s see if this end takes me to a new beginning.

NanoPoblano

Want to know more about it? Ra explained it pretty neat here!

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Why do I blog?

This week I crossed of 100 followers on Vanilla with Sprinkles!

When I saw the notification pop up on my phone, I couldn’t help but wonder how long it took me to get here…almost two years. I don’t know how to get followers, publicize or do something that draws more traffic to my blog and then I thought that’s completely okay. I never started my blog with an aim of gaining followers or recognition. It is something I started for myself and the purpose still remains the same. I write for myself and for everyone like me. Going by that, I think I’ve done pretty great so far (Pat on the back!)

Writing liberates me, my blog provides with a space where I can pen down all the things I want to say. When fellow bloggers like my posts or leave comments, it makes me feel peaceful…knowing that there are people who resonate. You always know there are people like you but they are so hard to find in this big…big world! Often you feel like nobody understands which in turn makes you feel alone and lost. My blog has been my happy place; it has given me the space to be crazy-happy-sad-angry all of it! It makes me feel that I have a voice and there are people who are listening.

The same applies when I follow blogs, I can’t simply follow a blog or like someone’s posts to get a follow back. I just don’t understand how that would satisfy me, I know it won’t. I want to read about people, their happy and sad stories. I want to look at beautiful pictures..pictures that talk to me. Read about fascinatingly ordinary experiences and live them alongside. I want to be there for other people and I want them to know that they’re being heard. I want them to know they are not alone.

So, this is a simple note of gratitude to all the people who choose to stay by my side. Thank you for listening and telling me everyday that I am not alone.

Much Love ❤