Defining myself…

“Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light.”
– Vera Nazarian

Stories have always been an integral part of human life. And reading, in mine!
I started reading story books at the age of 11 in my school library. A hall full of books has always been an escape from reality for me. Not feeling good? Go to the library. Had a fight? Go to the library. Feeling awesome? Go to the library. That room witnessed all my moods.

I was hushed as a child, so books gave me what every child needs. Friends!
Childhood introduced me to Gulliver, Aladdin, Akbar, Birbal, Humphrey, fairies and various princesses. Whereas, ‘Champak’ and ‘Goosebumps Horrorland’ became my best friends.

As I grew up, the library introduced me to a section containing novels. At this time I went crazy for Twilight, Harry Potter, Paulo Coelho and some Indian author. I was sure by now that paradise will be a kind of library where there will be every book ever written.

It was when I entered college that I got into literature and poetry. Those years of graduation changed my perspective and choices altogether. It amplified the connection I used to have with characters, it taught me to read between the lines and to see comedy in tragedy. But most importantly, it boosted my creative thinking.

College introduced me to the genres I never knew existed which further gave a boost to my already swollen interest in reading.

Reading makes me see stories in everything around me. It takes me into a world of imagination. Where I am standing by a character helping them win a war or solve mysteries or being happy or sad with them, for them. These are the worlds where it’s impossible to reach otherwise.

There’s always a book for every mood. Angry at someone? Let’s kill some people with Agatha Christie. Feeling sad? Let’s shed some tears with John Green. Need solace? Paulo Coelho is always there. Need motivation? Go on a ride with Norman Vincent Peale. Need Inspiration? We are blessed to have APJ Abdul Kalam with us. It’s raining? Well, then there are plenty of romance novels out there. Pick any!

“It is not true that we have only one life to live; if we can read, we can live as many more lives and as many kinds of lives as we wish.”
– S.I. Hayakawa

Now image something which not only interests you but also turns out to be a blessing for your career path!
That is what books do to me. They show me light whenever I am stuck. Each book helps me take a step towards success. Every book expands my imagination. They make me see things from a different perspective. They help me analyse life and everything within, in a better way.

They know me better than anyone. They held my hand and took care of me on this journey of becoming an expressive person from an introvert.

We start understanding ourselves when we read. We see things which were always there inside us, but we were blind or not open enough to recognise them.

Purpose of life, which path to choose, interests, etc becomes clearer. We start discovering ourselves when we read the right books.

Today I am a writer and a poet. I understand and feel the emotions of others. I can express. I can write. I can read lives. I can see things from a point, from where very few people can see. I can use words as a weapon and as a medicine.

Even now, when I’m no longer that quiet girl who used to think thrice before talking to her classmates and have some gems as friends, who stand with her in every situation, her best friends will always be books.

“When you learn to read you will be born again…and you will never be quite so alone again.”
– Rumer Godden

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To Jump or to retreat?

I see burning fire!
Fiercely calling upon me.
Gazing into my eyes,
Telling me to say goodbye,
Goodbye, to what lay hidden behind her.

What lies behind her?
My dreams?
My smile?
My glowing future?
Or pain?

World is evidence that people who had courage, who jumped, who didn’t look back, who didn’t listen to her, lived their dreams.
Did they really jump? Or it’s just a rumor?
Comprehending all these thoughts,
I took,
1 step forward,
“Ahh this tortures heat!”
I took,
3 steps backward…..

There’s only one way to know!
To find if it’s rumor.
It’s going to be tough.
Angry fire will be torturous.
Heat will burn my skin
I’ll cry and I’ll scream.
Alone I will have to stand
And promise myself never to turn my back.

But,
I believe.
I believe in me.
I believe that I’ll survive.
I believe that I’ll shine.
I believe that one fine day…I’ll fly.

[ Tell me what you think about it in comments. What lies behind the fire?]

और फिर, एक दिन आएगा…

बहती हवाओं की तरह यूँ ही निकल जाऐगा समय,
छोड़ा था जो तेरा हाथ उसने,
तू खुद ही थाम ले अब उसे।

थाम के रख खुद का हाथ,
और देख, खुदा भी देगा तेरा साथ,
समेट लेगा वो तुझे अपने आगोश में।

और फिर, एक दिन आएगा,
कि तू खुद ही संभल पाएगा,
और दर्द से जुदा हो जाएगा।

Finding love…

 

I started my journey to find love!
Visited parks, coffee houses, malls and even some clubs.
Fingers whined to intertwine,
When I saw a couple passing by.
Wanted to feel what love is,
What it is like to have stretched eye contacts,
Going on dates and chatting for hours.
Wanted to feel, what it’s like to forget all my scars.

Mornings turned into nights, nights into mornings,
Weeks into months and months into years.
Until one day, I met someone.
He flirted, I smiled.
He liked, I loved.
He laughed, I cried.
How easy it was to mock me!
How easy it was to deepen my scars.

My scars scream a thousand words,
They scream for help,
They scream for love.
They scream to be heard,
In this world of the deaf.

Glowing face bloomed on the land….

 

Glowing face bloomed on the land,
Growing up as a tall, muscular man.
Tapping foot on mud below, thinking,
‘Why everything good has to end?’

Rain and wind and trees are his raconteurs today,
Marking land with his heart-throbbing tale.
Rapprochement with pain was never a child’s play,
Walking down the aisle supporting his daughter who was in pain,
Reminded him of his mother who never lived to witness his fame.

Now he sat next to their grave,
When he heard an egg crack.
‘Life is not that bad’, he thought at last,
As he saw sparrow’s head emerge.
There came another beauty and yet another,
Glowing face bloomed on the land.

Let Falcon cry?

 

Failures are stepping stones of success they say.
But, failures break your esteem
They laugh, they make fun of you,
You hide in a corner of sorrow, crying
Thinking of ending this precious life
That’s when a falcon flies by.
Bringing a ray of light.

This falcon can be your sister, your mother, or even a friend.
All you need to do is to follow this ray of light,
All you choose is to close your eyes.

You cry, cry and cry a bit more
Tangled hair makes you look like a ghost.
You scream, scream and scream a bit more
Making yourselves a surly monster.

Then comes time when you revolt.
Some fight and conquer the world
Some let their fear to take over.
Giving up is the only memory they are left with
They make their falcon cry,
For it was one who tried to show them light.

You have to make your own choice.
Either you make your falcon cry or be someone’s falcon someday.
Choose wisely for you won’t get another try.
We get life once, so take your time.

Because I dream to ‘not’ be one of them!

 

Because I dream to ‘not’ be one of them,
Them, who lock themselves with fear.
Because I am different, I am a Gem,
One day I will make the world cheer.

Them, who lock themselves with fear,
Will also stand and look up at the sky.
One day I will make the world cheer,
Oh yes, Oh yes one day I will fly.

Will also stand and look up at the sky,
That’s when universe will be my crown.
Oh yes, Oh yes one day I will fly,
And that day my crippled leg won’t let me down.

That’s when universe will be my crown,
Because I am different, I am a Gem.
And that day my crippled leg won’t let me down,
Because I dream to ‘not’ be one of them.

Dear Bestfriend….

 

Lucky are those who know what friendship is,
To find a soulmate in a friend makes us whole.
Not everyone is blessed enough to find one though,
Oh Thank God I found one, years ago.

She’s the one who made me who I am today,
She taught me how to love myself.
She embraced my scars as her own,
She taught me to laugh.

I don’t say it often,
Let my pen speak to you though,
I am no one if it weren’t for you,
You pick me whenever I fall,
You are my light, my spell, my alcohol.

They say that I am an extrovert,
Tell them please how big of an introvert I am.
For people, I might be a beast,
But you know the real me.
Me no one else know or will ever know,
Because you are special and always will be.

Please bear me for some 100 years or so,
For I don’t know my life without you dumbo.
I am there with you until we’re grey and cold.

Author’s Note:
[“Meri zindagi sawaari mujhko gale laga ke,
Baitha diya falak pe mujhe khaak se utha ke.
Mere dil ki ye dua hai, kabhi dur tu na jaaye,
Tere bina ho jeena, vo din kabhi na aaye.”

I dedicate every syllable of this song to you. Every word is true when I think of you.
You make me whole.
I love you Shivani.]

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