Adi Shakti

She is enormous power, she is strength,
She is a protector yet she can cause immense destruction,
She is Anaadi, she is Nitya,
She is Adi Shakti, the Supreme Being!!


Writer’s Note
As we celebrate the 9 days long holy and auspicious festival of Navaratri, I decided to dedicate a piece of art to Goddess Adi Shakti, the First Supreme Power.


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Words – Cast of Your Mind

Have you ever felt you don’t belong to this space,
Or perhaps this isn’t your place.
Have you ever felt lost in this town,
Or perhaps it’s the crowd that turns you down.
Have you ever felt despondent by the mentality people hold,
Or perhaps they have turned stone cold.
Have you ever seen their duality,
Portraying to be nice but nasty is their reality.

Have you ever pondered what makes you distinctive,
Is it the luxury you own or perhaps the richness you flaunt.
Have you underrated the power of words,
Darling it’s the most expensive thing one can show off.
Some bitterly cold words numb your soul,
Creating a void, it’s hard to thole.
Words are a reflector of what you think,
Choose them wisely for your mentality is what they showcase
.


Writer’s Note

Your words speak tons about you. It depicts the psychological frame of your mind. It says what sort of a person you are!
Learn to use your words wise for they can make you a better person or they can make you regret for the rest of your life.


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Stories

Once again she opens the ‘Book of Life’,
Gazing at it with an invincible smile,
Glory, mystery, ambition, which tale will she recite this time.

She is made up of stories,
Stories that leave them awestruck,
Stories that float in her blood,
Stories as beautiful as petals,
Stories as ghastly as devils,
Her soul is the mosaic of every story the ‘Book of Life’ stores,
She is the blend of flavors, decorated by the experiences she holds.

When everything seemed haphazard and out of line,
Her stories helped her sail through the deadliest tempest of her life.
All those things that once mattered,
All the confusions and disquiets, will be over and done with time,
She savors each story she has lived by,
For she knows each being is built by different escapades in their life.

Writer’s Note:

What are we made of? Is it bones and blood?
No, we are made of experiences,
The learning we get each day makes us who we are!
But at the end it is upto us who we ought to become,
What you infer from these incidences can make you a different person altogether!

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Masked

Ring up the curtain, Shine some light,
You have been placed under the spotlight,
The stage is set, Remember the characters are always live.
There isn’t any script, You’ll never know what scene is next,
No edits, no retakes,
In this
theatre called ‘Life’.

No sooner did I realize,
I am a marionette puppet, life is my marionettist.
My power and strength are my phantasm,
The astral influence is not under my control,
Here time directs and karma rules.

I am not an artist,
Yet strolling through this
theatre I have learned to impersonate.
With my dazzling smile,
I can mask my emotions so perfect.
I have learnt to mimic my fears for my strengths,
My darkness hidden behind others sunshine.
Lost in this world of imitation,
Few shed their mask each night while the others have forgotten what their real self looks like.

Writer’s Note:

Life is full of experiences driven by uncontrollable situations. Here your real emotions are least valued, so to survive in this pretentious world we tend to become a part of this masked force. We hide our feelings and self behind fake appearances in order to gain those acceptances. Learn to wear out your mask before it’s too late, before you and your dear ones fail to recognize ‘You’.


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WHY??

Prologue
You know Ayisha I believe there is always a reason behind every person you meet. Either they come in your life to teach you or to learn from you or to bring the best out of you.

Krutika you and your philosophies!! Why don’t you write a book. “Krutika’s Philosophies.”

Ahaan!! Not a bad idea!!
*Laughters*
Buzzz!!! (Krutika’s Phone)
Hello!! Yes coming, on my way.
I’ll take your leave Ayisha. Got to go! See you soon sweety.
*Text*
I’ll see you in 15 mins Mayank.

Introduction
“A car collusion”
The most dramatic manner people can meet and that’s how Mayank and Krutika met.
Ohh! What a huge fight they had but at the end they were destined to be friends.

During these 4 years Krutika had witnessed Mayank’s highs and lows. She became his confidant. He would tell her everything about, his past, his secrets and about all the new girls he went on date with.

There was something about Mayank that always intrigued Krutika. She realized Mayank hides his past and his insecurities beneath his sybarite attitude.
And so she decided to bring his friend out of this obscureness.

Coffee Shop
It’s always a great combination Mayank; a chilling winter evening and a hot cup of coffee.
Yes, absolutely! And a gorgeous lady like you.
Mayank you know I hate your cheesy dialogues. Better you keep them for your Girlfriends.
Err!! Let’s go for a walk.

They walked a distance when Krutika felt something gripping her waist and before she could understand Mayank grabbed her face and force a kiss. Krutika struggled, pushed him away and ran straight to her car.

The Forced
Krutika couldn’t get over the memory of that night. She was traumatised.
She constantly questioned herself.
Was it my mistake? Did I over-reacted?
Mayank crossed that line. She trusted him but her trust was now shaken.
Buzzz!!
50 missed calls and 100 messages.
Should she call him back? Does he deserve that forgiveness?
Mayank constantly pleaded Krutika for forgiveness and so she decided to give him a second chance.

Gradually she got over the incidence. It now became a faded bad memory. There conversations and giggles began again.

17th July, Mayank’s birthday, when Krutika decided to pay him a surprise home visit. The meeting felt like good old times. Gossips and laughters filled the room.
When suddenly Mayank grabbed her hand. Puzzled Krutika restrained. He forced her towards the wall. This time it was stronger than before. He slipped his hands in her t-shirt. She resisted, refused but he continued to molest her. He didn’t rape her that night YET SHE WAS RAPED.

Writer’s Note
It takes days, months or even years to get over sexual abuse, molestation, eve-teasing. When will they understand it is no fun. It is a trauma, a deep scar, sleepless nights, degraded self-confidence, lost self-love. Nothing can ever justify your malignity.


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Demon

Her darkness resonated the gloomy moonless nights,
Her hollow heart mirrored in her cavernous eyes,
She is apathetic, an emotional void,
A floating ghost, noting how the living live their life.
Is she a zombie?
Oh!! Beware she might be possessed!!

They performed exorcism,
Tortured her with elaborated ritualised ceremonies,
But none could succeed,
For the destruction was far beyond ones deadliest dream.

“A Sardonic Laugh,”
A voice that pierced the human ear,
Horror struck!! Each being was trembling with fear!

I am the Demon,
Born from her frights,
I feed on her terrors,

Nourished and flourished on her apprehensions,
Protected her from all you ghastly phantoms,
Your mockeries, your vicious assaults,
Your duality, your mendacity,
Have buried her in abyssal depths.

I am the Demon,
She loves me to the core,
For none can separate us, because she has surrendered her soul!


Writer’s Note

The demon in this poem symbolises our deep laden fears, that multiply if we nurture them. We always have two ways either to fight or to resign.
We judge others, ridicule them but do we have that right? Are we even aware about their state of mind or what all they might have suffered in their life?
Reach out to them and help them fight
.


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Liebster Award 🥇

liebster-award

Hello bloggers, Hope you all are keeping healthy and positive during this unique time.

Thank you so much Sidharth for nominating me for this exciting award, where you get a chance to know the fellow bloggers. Sidharth weaves all his post magically, do visit his blog and let him enthrall you by his words.

Rules:

Thank the blogger who nominated you, and provide a link to their blog.

Share 11 facts about yourself.

Answer the 11 questions given to you.

Nominate 5-11 other bloggers.

Ask your nominees 11 questions.

Notify your nominees once you have uploaded your post.

Facts:

1) My sister’s daughter is my little sunshine. She can always make me smile.

2) You’ll always find me swaying to good music. I have an unconditional love for music and dancing.

3) I’m an overthinker, which ultimately gives me tension headaches and anxiety attacks.

4) I have an art of stumbling on anything and everything, so I’m often decorated with bruises.

5) I’m a keen observer therefore I like to listen rather than speaking.

6) I am creative person, you’ll often find me indulged in some creative project.

7) Sometimes all we need is someone who can listen to us without judging, so I like to listen to people, help them and counsel them.

8) Half the troubles in my life are self invited, irrespective of my intentions that are always good.

9) I love eating fruits.

10) You’ll never find me sitting ideal. I like to keep myself occupied.

11) I like long walks, keep my mind and body relaxed.

Questions & Answers:

What’s the one word that describes you the best? – Learner (for life).

Who are some of your most favorite writers? – Nicholas Sparks, Dan Brown, Sidney Sheldon (many more…).

Tell me about one of the most memorable moments of your life. – Happy and proud face of my parents after I had cleared a professional exam.

What’s your outlook/ motto in life? – I want to do something good in life, so at the end when I look back, I can proudly say, I have added meaning to the world.

A thing that you aim to convey through your blog? – Positivity and happiness. I like connecting with others and striking their heartstrings.

What makes you truly happy in life? – When someone appreciate and respect my work and seeing my confidant smile.

What all are you doing in this lockdown phase to keep up the positive vibes?- Keeping myself busy with work and my hobbies. Trying to learn something new to make the most out of this time. (but we all have those grey days).

Name one of your all-time favorite movies & why do you enjoy it so much?- Harry Potter (the feeling only a Potterhead will understand).

One aspect of your life that you intend to improve upon? – My overthinking.

If you could have a superpower then what would it be & why? – Travelling places by just snapping my fingers.

What do you like the most about my blog/writings & any suggestions for me to improve as a blogger? – You are an amazing blogger Sidharth. You have the capability to write professionally. Start with some freelancing and you will outshine the others.

My Questions:

Q1) A quote that has always inspired you.

Q2) Tell me about a day you want to relive again.

Q3) Books/novels you will recommend others to read.

Q4) Things you are blessed to have in your life?

Q5) How did you start blogging?

Q6) Your best childhood memory?

Q7) One thing you’ll do straight away after lockdown is lifted?

Q8) That one wish you want to fulfill in your life?

Q9) Which is your dream travel destination?

Q10) Things that automatically makes you smile?

Q11) What are your views about my blog/writings and any suggestions for me?

My Nominees:

  1. Ishaan Sharma
  2. Vijay
  3. Ana
  4. Malavika
  5. Ruchiabhisikta
  6. Abhin

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Rendezvous with Nature

From the bed of clouds, the sun peeps out,

Awakening the world from it’s deepest sleep,

Illuminating the Earth, It spread the word,

It’s time to celebrate the return of an old mate.

From the nadir to the zenith the nature sings,

The golden harp of meadows dance to the swirling wind,

The rustling sea give the nightingales song a new beat,

The seedling sprout on the thaw ground,

Bloom and blossom all around,

Fluttering and flapping the birds playing,

Colours so bright, giving birth to new life,

Nature sways in perfect harmony,

A sight so exquisite,

Rejoice the Spring has begun.

The Last Letter – Part 4

Introduction

Sia loved everything about the letters, from the anxiety, to the warmth, from the yearning, to the magic those words brought. Their bond had grown with each letter and with this another year went by.

The Conflict

Sia was in a delimma. She wanted to confess her feelings to Sameer, but she was afraid of loosing a friend. She felt a profound connection with him. Two years ago destiny had planned their sudden meeting and now those letters bind them together.

No 2nd Chance

She decided, her birthday was the best occasion to tell Sameer that she has fallen for him, but sometimes we shouldn’t wait, rather should grab that chance before it’s too late.

The Blank

It was Sia’s birthday month and as she decided, she had to confess her feelings, but there was something very strange. It was more than a month and she haven’t received Sameer’s letter.

Sia grew impatient and wrote another letter.

2 months had passed but no new letter arrived. She checked with the area post office, but no luck. Her concerns were now soaring new heights.

Present Day

With teary eyes, she read the letter.

Writer’s Note

This story is a tribute to all our warriors. Yes, they too have a heart that beats with love, but the exceptional love for their nation know no boundaries. They sacrifice everything with a smile to save and serve their motherland.

P.S. – Grab each moment and fill it with infinite memories. Don’t hide your feelings, remember to love and appreciation or else you might miss your chance.

Read Part 3 here:

https://shivaniarora04.wordpress.com/2020/05/03/the-last-letter-part-3/

The Last Letter – Part 3

Introduction

Sia’s instinct would tell her that Sameer will reply, but with each passing day she lost track of time.

It was almost a month now.

Waiting for Ages

It was a busy Monday morning and Sia had an important lecture to attend. She was rushing towards her college, when she spotted the postman, and that was the day. Her wait was over.

Personal Warmth

Emails and texting are fine, but there is something more personal and beautiful when it comes to a handwritten letter.

Sia was filled with excitement to open the envelope.

The Reply

Sia immediately started to think of options, which book she should send to Sameer?

Short Conversations

The letters filled Sia with euphoric pleasure. She would wait eagerly for Mondays.

Sameer’s letter would come once a fortnight or once a month. And this became a new normal in Sia’s life.

Sia would tell Sameer about her college advancements, Sameer would tell her about the Kashmir valley. They discussed about books and an year passed by.

To be Continued….

Check out Part 2 here:

https://shivaniarora04.wordpress.com/2020/04/29/the-last-letter-part-2/