Tumhi Se

तुम्ही से होती सुबह मेरी,

तुम्ही से शाम,

ना देखूं तुम्हे तो, होता न मेरे दिन का विराम I

With you my day starts,

With you it ends,

The days I can't see you,  
it-- never ends.

Alleviating dark thoughts

Bitterness melts in my mouth like the dark sensations. As the bitter-sweet pieces drowns the taste-buds in its unusual sweetness, I hope for the agitated thoughts to settle down. They say dark chocolate is good for health but I eat it for my heart. They also say that chocolates keep depressing thoughts away. Don't know how true it is but this modern myth provides me with enough reasons to indulge in my dark cravings and silence my silly mind from stopping me from such indulgences. Only gloomy moments will be able to testify whether this modern myth has any truth in it or if these bitter-sweet dark pieces have any dark powers to drive away the darkness that afflicts my heart.

Lost forever

     I can't express in words how awful I am feeling right now on making a wonderful discovery. I wish, just writing about it could lessen that terrible feeling. Last Sunday my computer had crashed and my PC had to go for a complete makeover. The computer guy had assured me that he would take care of the data and transfer all of it onto my new harddisk. Despite that assurance gradually, I am learning that some of my valuable files are missing and today, I realized that out of all those files, the one where I had saved all my poems and fictions that were half-way in progress is gone and there is no way that I can retrieve them. I know, it is not equivalent to any sort of tragedy and I shouldn't be wailing like this but I also know that I will never be able to write it the way I had written. Ah! the loss is irreparable. I am not a prolific writer. I find writing pretty tough. Hats off to all those who can write with ease. Each time I lift my pen or begin to fiddle with the keyboard, I struggle to put down my thoughts, to get the right words, expressions and phrases that would evoke just the right kind of emotion or that which would convey the exact picture that my mind had conceived. There have been times when I have woken up in the middle of night and scribbled on a scrap of paper or chocolate wrappers or in a restaurant on paper napkins, afraid that I might just lose the word or the thought. Crazy it may sound though but its true.

     Feeling as if sea waves have washed all that I had written with a single sweep and I am standing on the shore watching the waves retreat, snatching my words away from me and my memory, too, along with it. My memory is weak as far as my creativity is concerned so it will be hard retrieving it from my mental log. I should be careful next time and have a backup file stored somewhere else or better to get back to good old pen and paper. Life is so strange, all that we want to forget never leaves us and all that we try to remember or recall never comes back. 

     Goodbye to my lost poems and stories, you have taken not just the words that I wrote but bits and pieces of me that was fused in them. I have lost wonderful memories of the lands that I had travelled and the highs and lows of emotions that I had underwent when I had written each of them. It will be an exaggeration (and may even sound dramatic) but it was almost as if I had written each of them with my own blood.

Q. Are you lonesome tonight?

Q2. Do you miss me tonight?

The original one by Elvis Presley...



A tribute to Elvis by Norah Jones



Ans2. Yes, I do miss you.

Ans. Can it be lonesome with Elvis around.
        What about you?

P. S. : Loved both the versions. Discovered these two amazing pieces tonight so just sharing with you all.
Wish you all Happy Lohri and Makarsankranti !
Have a melodious night!

This is how I want to go...

First post of the year and I should begin with a bang, thats what I had thought and everybody did. Well! I am making my silent and late entry as I come with this post like a student who is late for his/her class and squeamishly enters the classroom. 

There is something that I have been thinking for a while (me the pondering fool). Silent has been my entry, how silent will my exit be? (I am not being suicidal simply thinking of the end that someday each one of has to face and there is nothing wrong in thinking about it and living your life keeping the 'end' in perspective). Will I go with a bang or with just a whimper? Well, only time will tell how my exit shall be but before I sleep for the last time, there's lots that I have to do and finish the unfinished tasks, live the many dreams that I have dreamt and be there for my parents till their last breath. I was listening to Robbie Williams "My Way" and I wished if this song could become my swan song, too. I wonder, if I will be able to say like him, 'I did it my way'. I hope so and this is how I want to go.... (no not the concert and all but I should be able to utter each word of the song with much delight when the 'end comes').   

With this 'End', I want to begin my New Beginning. Thinking all the way, this is how I want to go...