2012: The Year Of LIFE December 31, 2011
Posted by Akriti Bahal in 2012, Excitement, Feelings, Happiness, Life, Love.16 comments
♥
Pied
Dancing lights
Fill the dark night bright.
Amidst the winter breeze humming
Chic dresses and pricey tuxedoes come gumming
Swanky places inundating with exhilarating faces hands-down
Spirited beats and raps; merry and jolly; wild music roaring filling the town.
~♣ ~But, when these plastic faces, lost in some races and graces; crack~ ♣~
Emerges a cherubic little kid; far from this flaunt and backslid.
Behind the sparkling lights and the thundering music
Resides a tender heart obtaining bliss
In the smiles of the family
And its loving
Kiss.
♥
Metamorphosing from teenager to adult, 2011 surely marked for change; yeah transformation is the word. Another Shanghai Twister is stepping towards its end, stashing away all the priceless memories into the locker of my heart; I call for a new head start.
But, before my recollections are ensconced in their place; warm and into the core, let me make a quick jotter of what the year had planned for me in its own way.
January– As the temperature continued to dip with force, this month brought in a new Sunshine; a new breeze of acceptance and understanding, into my life. Getting up from each chagrined fall; I tag January as the month of new consciousnesses and new bonds.
February– Growing up, is the appellation that this month brings along. From completing a circle of love to making new moulds for life to fit in; it was one of my best months of the year. Support and care; its connotation is what I still remember distinctly about this month.
March–As the heat began to sneak into our pores; my Mom and Dad’s birthday dropped by and we celebrated them with utmost joy and elation.
April– This month was one of the many times of the year which I call as banal, because the exams were approaching fast and anxiety seemed to be percolating through our pores with even more swiftness.
May– Hatred is the word for this month. And each time I am reminded of it, all that does pour out are the stories of antipathy towards it. Yeah, exam times are the ones with which we all have always had a strange enmity.
June– The heated resistance; as the Earth raged in fire and the places sweltered in their own way; anger was the devil that had to break out at every step of this month, oh actually that was a thing that never stopped to mark its existence throughout the twelve month year.
July– The month of the irrevocable transition. 20 seemed to knock on the door so abruptly; it was the one that told me, birthdays are not the only days to celebrate, you have an entire lifetime with each new day marking as a new beginning to each fallen yesterday.
August– A step towards the future, is how I will remember this clammy month. Endeavour and survival of the fittest, is what I learnt from this month.
September– As much as it was for the monsoons casting its spell; this month brought in a breeze of new thrival and never to look back.
October– The Northeast beauty stood by its name; and Atithi Devo Bhava, they always followed this in their heart. This month brought me some solace along; away from the concretes and the pollution-coated Delhi, it was surely a pleasant experience to keep in my bag.
November– Dull-ly and sluggishly is how the eleventh month came into my reign. Scare and anxiety rose to its maximum domain. Yeah, exams had again poured it rain.
December– Heartbreaks were the misfortunes of this month; why did it come, I should have sensed it with its odour that stunk. And now I sit here seeking peace; yeah I called this the best time with Christmas acting as the adorned frosting. But, this time it just worked its black magic, merry was left to a mere word and ‘I’ always stood alone, very tragic.
But, with 2012 ready to knock the door, I look towards it with an optimistic hope. The year would be eventful, that- We all know; but making it among the best, that- We have to work on and not let it go.
• ~A very Happy New Year~ •
A Peep Through The Window December 29, 2011
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Feelings, Fiction, Mother, Nature, Struggle.Tags: flavour of the month
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The world is a place filled with variety, where seasons change; the covers range, but the expressions are left to a mere commonality. Where is the gaiety that we have always looked for? The life for which you get up after every fall?
The world is a place where stealing a smile has become the hardest task to achieve. Bland is the flavour of the month that we all receive; oh I’d rather say– flavour of the year before December decides to impute me with biased deceive.
Where are the times when smiles weren’t an extinction? Where the seasons changed; the covers ranged, but this glow always found its connection. Where are the times when this smile was the bridge of every relation, when you smiled at the stranger across the road just to diminish his invocation?
A peep through the window and I see, the raging Sun; the scorching flames, cascading over the entire expanse as if shooting bullets in its reign. I see exhaustion, I see fatigue, I see the skins drying up to their sultry fate, each falling into the plastered league. The chaotic winds, then, cast their spell, my sight shifts to the jam-packed roads hooting and honking, demons shouting.
Demons shouting aloud at the old-wrinkled skin; staggering and shaking his way on the fervent road, fighting against his will. Withering even more with each roar, I see the sweat-lets fill his forehead and fear fills to his core. As I began to unlock my talk to question the times, just then a kindergartner walks by and says, “Sir, hold my hand; let me make you safe before the beginning of any crimes.” The seasons change; and the covers range, but innocence never leaves for any exchange.
A peep through the window and I see, solid droplets of water pouring down with the speed of the light, bringing an uneasy chill more than the glee. Soon the concretes vanish under the cover of nature, there is water, water and water; that’s what I see. The peacocks cover the roof tops, and dance through their bright colors as the rain pops. But what I also see, is a callow baby-pigeon who lost his way; unable to understand the alien shower. Yes, it is its first encounter this way. I see it struggle; I see it restlessly move in circles. Just then a peacock hops in, to embrace it with some cover. The pied wings act as shield against the severely falling water; the tiny tot is now safe, out of his dreadful cluster. The seasons change; and the covers range, but motherhood never looks for mine or yours; it always remains.
A peep through the window and I see, snow flakes covering the window pane; the white falling over the trees. Yeah, white calls for peace, but this brings in another battle. One which cannot be traversed without your teeth’s rattle. I see the shivering bodies curling due to the cold, rushing into their cozy homes where they can soak into the heat. I see a different struggle, which is rather untold. The newly born pup-family on the street; coiling and sticking together, fighting against the frost, when they haven’t even opened their eyes, to look at the real mistreat. But I also see a mother, no actually two mothers. One which drops a shawl over the new mum dog, and the other which immediately clutches it with her mouth and takes it to her little ones; to veil them from the frigid fog. The seasons change; and the covers range, but love and humanity can never be estranged.
A peep through the window and we might see, that this world might seem an aged place, where seasons have been changing; covers have been ranging, but selfless lives have never stopped existing; they have never lost their grace. Where the orphaned newborns find their families even in the strangers they open their eyes to; where a petty word– care builds new relations, it doesn’t require questions of why and what to do.
They Haunt Me December 24, 2011
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Breakup, Heartbreaks, Love, Sad.7 comments
They annoy me
They terrify me
They bring in alarm.
They suffocate me
They depress me
They agonize my charm.
They haunt me when the world is asleep
The haunt me when the places call for a keep.
My sketching!
They rip me apart
When smile begins to take a start
They hit me hard
When teardrops roll down
Because of the piercing shard.
They haunt me in the bright daylight
They haunt me in the murk of the night.
Impostor; they are
Con; is their favorite time pass.
Double-crossing; is what they believe in
Flattery; is how they proceed with this sin.
Selfish; they be throughout
Obscurity; they bring in without any doubt.
Hideous; is their thinking
They screw your life without any blinking.
Obsequious; they are to boundless heights
They twist n’ turn, they squeeze n’ burn;
With this they squash your little soul, tight.
Success; is what they dwell for
Love; is their game
In the name of which; they mentor.
Manipulative; they are by birth
Treachery; they learn to unearth.
They rob your dreams
They steal your sight
While they call you their life.
They fool you
They break you
They cease you from your own life.
They shackle you
They murder you
While they enjoy with their second-life.
They haunt me under the flames of Sun
They haunt me in the frost of gun.
They haunt me when seasons change
They haunt me when festivities pour their rain.
They haunt me not because they made me cry,
While they laughed in frolic like the monsoons of July.
They haunt me because they snatched n’ slayed;
They made me hate Love,
When it was the only thing I did rely.
>> A girlfriend to her boyfriend- “Tu chahe toh tu mujhe apna password dede, shayad mere laptop se login hojaye, pta chal jayga ki tere laptop mein problem hai ya your account is hacked.”
Boyfriend- “Terko lagta hai main tujhe apna password dunga?!”
And that was a relationship!
(~Stupid imaginary friends~)
When World Seems A Clone December 23, 2011
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Earth, Feelings, Happiness, Heartbreaks, Love, Mother, Sad.Tags: countenance
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Is this world really our own, or it is merely something that we loan? I don’t know about the rest, but for me, this world is a clone. When I ramble in this look-alike space, my thoughts compile in their own way, and they too have their say -
Problems might overflow,
Anxieties might give you a blow
Cries from deep inside
Calling
“No life! No life! Please let me go,
Don’t keep me tied.”
Would cover you up like a viscid dough.
But believe me just go with the flow
Let life be at its low
Let the little red devils fill the gauze
Coz..
Suddenly, I implode
I’m standing there on the fast moving road;
Alone
Trying to recognize the place
When the world seems nothing but a clone.
Oh! I see a face in the unfamiliar crowd,
She is my childhood best,
She would not let me rest
In the daunting nest, I vowed.
I go up to her, I hug her tight
Feeling relieved in the unknown light.
She frees herself from my rind
Quizzical countenance filling her reign
“Who are you? Have you lost your mind?”
She walks past me
And I am left alone, yet again.
We might not realize the show
But, sometimes the person living inside you
Is your biggest foe.
It’s your own voice,
The voice of your soul
Clogging you up like a big black mole.
Hauling you down the airflow
But believe me just go with the flow
Let life be at its low
Let the little red devils fill the gauze
Coz..
I try to look around, panic filling the ground.
As I’m standing there at the freezing Pole
Shivering with its effect, skidding into the icy hole
Where the world seems nothing but a clone.
Uneasiness lowers, unrest halts its shower
When I see a face fastening a pullover.
Oh! I gasp.
He is my adolescent love,
Whistling there in rasp.
Hesitating my steps, I give myself a shove.
We share a short glance with a lifeless injustice
Stolid in his sense, he brushes past me unnoticed.
I remember the day, I remember the time
When you promised to never let me fade
In your lifetime.
Looking below in the frozen glass
I find myself alas, then
And I am left alone, yet again.
We call our life unfair,
We say it with complete despair.
We cry out loud
Because we think it is all a black hollow cloud.
But believe me just go with the flow
Let life be at its low
Let the little red devils fill the gauze
Coz..
Breaking into my thread once again, I see
I’m standing there at the bucolic countryside
That we called as beauty.
Cars pass by, but fail to see me
As if I was a puny fly.
It is all a hefty stone
Where the world seems nothing but a clone.
Tears roll down my eyes
When I see my mother far from the sight.
Fearing the chance
Believing that she would too give me the same stance.
But,
She smiles
She smiles at me
She smiles at me with the warmth of affection
She smiles at me with the balm of reflection.
Am I sane? Or is it just a delusive remain?
No! This time, I am not left alone, again.
My mom and me!
So,
Believe me just go with the flow
Let life be at its low
Let the little red devils fill the gauze
Coz..
When the world seems a clone
Your mother would still stand by you
As your supporting backbone.
And when it overturns,
It brings life with its own return.
Call for living with great divine, like a magnificent dive.
Let your soul ask you for its own life.
From A Daughter To A Father December 16, 2011
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Feelings, Fiction, Sad, Uncategorized.Tags: frock
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In the fast-paced modern world, even the families that claim to be up-to-date with their pearls; minor parochial thinking still persists, as if it was all a huge mist. Oblivious of the rules of life, or I should say the unfairities that we see yet fail to sight; holding her frock in surging tide, looking eagerly at the doll-house that sat by her side, a daughter pours her innocent jewels of feelings; asking her father, the reason for these ailings.
Unable to answer her daughter’s guileless questions, the little girl sees water filling his rims of emotion.
Did it only bring tears in his eyes, or did he actually realize?
I look at the world around
And see myself standing aback
Without even making a sound.
I look left! I look right!
Trying to find a place where I can hide.
No I’m not afraid! No I’m not scared!
But I feel small in front of the world
That calls me living in the backward air.
I see the world driving their way through
Cutting through the clouds of traffic
As if expertly sailing on the ocean blue.
I look down; my heart shrinks.
Each time I watch a person
Driving through the road with ear rings.
I feel deprived, I feel sad
That is one thing I will never forget.
Your words,
They still pour in my ear as hay
“I have done my duty. Now when you earn
You make your own way.”
It came as a shock, it came as a bump
For a heart that had always dreamed of driving
Through the wind without even a lump.
I feel deprived, I feel sad
That is one thing I will never forget.
You create a divide
Between male and female
And that, you cannot hide.
Each time I look around the world
And see myself; I wish I never was a girl
Or, I rather was hurled.
For once, would you look around
The people, the modern times,
The shrinking pennies
But the growing dimes?
For once would you look around the world
For me?
The communities have grown, the surroundings have changed
Even though we still live in the mud clay buildings that we named.
Try looking around for once
It might seem a place in a dire need,
Asking for your approval, begging for a chance.
You want us to flourish, I know
But, you need to open up your mind and let go.
There is no place for orthodox gestures,
If you want us to top all charts
That the world can ever fetch for us.
We will be good, we will make you proud
That, I promise.
Just try and understand us- ‘The today’s youth’
Please don’t let us diminish.
I want a day when
I look around the world
And I don’t feel deprived, I don’t feel small
But,
I am standing behind the podium
And referring to the world
As if it was all a mere song.
The Cries of My Mother December 5, 2011
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Earth, Environment, Nature.6 comments
Walking past the road full of black concrete, I wonder how it would have been. I wonder jam-packed forests brimming with tigers and monkeys and deers of all rare kinds. I wonder mountains covered with vegetation of blossoms and hue; sloshing with mighty waterfalls of crystal blue. I wonder fresh grassy lawns outside every house exuberating with reds, yellows and oranges, and a lively green to take my eyes for a complete round. I wonder stalwart trees on the sidewalks, margined with shrubs of bliss, instead of trash that we fling just like this.
My site goes left and I see a woman far at the stretch, covered in rugs scurrying haphazardly in search of some tugs. Her mud-caked face looks at me, we share a short gaze and she rushes towards me. Her tenuous hands trembles to reach my head band; and she blesses me. Sable tears of smoke and filth roll down her eyes, and she says as she cries-
“I need your help”, she moans
“Save me from the welt”, she groans.
There isn’t much breath
When you merrily walk me
To my raven death.
You know I roar
You know I sore
With each passing minute that I loan.
You saunter over me
Your hands interweave
Laughing with your kind
Overlooking my lifeless rind
You look at the stream on the crossing line.
Suffocated with junk
Choked with a never ending punk
I try to breathe.
I try to breathe amidst the toxic wastes
I try to breathe through the black waters of disgrace.
But it’s all waste.
I used to be a sparkling blue
Sun rays percolating
Through my gentle glue.
Bringing together groups of life
As the time took its sway.
I witnessed them cheerfully play.
Sitting along side my grassy clay
I used to be their favourite place
to shatter dismay.
But soon after the things changed, my master!
Their picnic ended with a garbage of disaster
And my existence, a withering plaster.
You move on and call it lame
But, you tell me, where am I to blame?
Engrossed in the savor of chocolates and sweets
Freshly found their place through your craving teeth
You look left! You look right!
Suddenly forgetting your duty to make me upright
You toss the wrappers on the soil by your side.
“Who cares!” You murmur with another bite.
A trammel appears amid your path
It makes you toggle straight on the lath.
You curse, you swear, you call me unfair!
You heatedly turn around,
To find the villain behind your impair.
A plastic bottle majestically lay on the dirt
Sweeping with the wind, whenever it could skirt.
Was it the one that you hurled,
Or your companions landed it curled?
You thump it! You smash it! You crush it hard.
Your blood-shot eyes enough to act as a pointed dart.
You walk away mourning for your lesioned part
But did you know, there, yes right there, was my heart?
I see you in pain
My existence falls apart to be in vain.
Your bruised knees,
Your blemished hands
My eyes inundate with saline strands.
You grieve in agony, I cry
Seeing you in distress, I try to pry
Austere complications is when I even spy.
But, do you even look around for when I try?
My trunk covered with the over-grown vegetation of polythene
And that’s how I dry.
You move on and call it lame
But, you tell me, where am I to blame?
Only that you are my little angels
And I am your Mother,
Does this mean you will throttle me
With your poisonous gutter?
My life is ceasing because of your callous mask
Earth, I am
And
Please love me, that is all I ask.
