A Walk Through Nostalgia April 3, 2012
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Feelings, Happiness, Life.Tags: Nostalgia
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I see stainless white, crease less pleats, ironed shirts, nifty ties and belts, and ribbons ‘blue’, trotting, in hurry, past me. The buses, yellow and white, honking their horns; the cabs, brimming with enthused kids, gushing through the narrow lanes as if airplane torrentially taking off for its journey across the globe.
I see a feeling that I long used to see. Fourth of April, it always used to be.
My new pink bag, shining with the nascent Sun, depicting the puerile Summer; my new white uniform, spotless, proudly swathing my body; my new books, fresh and neatly covered, orderly placed in the bag, waiting for the D-day when they would first get a chance to see the world through me; my lustrous new shoes, waiting for their first steps into my school.
I see a new me standing behind the bus window, waving excitedly to the people around, waiting eagerly for my school to come. Grade second, it was; and ‘shugar‘ was my sweetest blunder. When I looked at the world with a welcoming insight; when I looked at the people with a sanguine, faithful sight.
A similar feeling is faced by me, nostalgia – a yearning for the past, is what I feel, when I see the children, primly dressed in variegated colors, ready to go to their lairs, as it is the season of reopening of the schools; as it is the season of change.
P.S. – Written after ages, felt and expressed after an overturning of thousands of pages; hope I get to see you soon, it’s my blog that I was calling through my cocoon.
Fear -> Happiness -> Love -> Fear March 16, 2012
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Fear, Feelings, Fiction, Happiness, Life, Love, Sad.11 comments
·•♦ तीजा तेरा रंग था मैं तो
तीजा तेरा रंग था मैं तो
जिया तेरे ढंग से मैं तो
तू ही था मौला तू ही आन
मौला मेरे ले ले मेरी जान | ♦•·
***
What is fear?
You say fear is the unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat. Very well agreed. I know I experience fear every night when I hear eerie voices coming from the other room, which is in fact, empty. When I see abrupt moving figures or a glimmer of light in the deceased hours of the night. When I’m inches away from being hit by a car, only because I couldn’t gather my thoughts fast enough, as someone *threatened* to slay me.
Well, but can’t fear be innocuous? Or maybe engendered due to love for someone? Moreover, can’t fear be titled as a precursor for surfeit of emotions? (And I mean positive and happy emotions.)
With this, my definition for fear differs a little. I say fear is the feeling that a little child has at the incipience of his stepping out, feeling that he will lose his mother. And this fear engenders true emotions, when it is proven wrong each time he returns. Fear is the feeling that a girl about losing her love, and maybe, fear is also the feeling that the guys feel at the very reference of commitment. (Okay, well, I have no more examples. Period.)
What is real happiness?
You say happiness is a state of mind or feeling characterized by contentment, love, satisfaction, pleasure, or joy. Well then, you got me wrong. I asked about *real* happiness. I think *real* happiness is the feeling when you see some other person smiling because of you. When you put your incubuses aside only because someone else needs to have a smile. When you’re altruistic enough to do so.
So, according to me real happiness is the feeling characterized by the *real* happiness of another person, and his satisfaction leads to your contentment, satisfaction, pleasure and joy.
But, can this happiness be pernicious or the cause of ruin? Yes, it can. Because in this suspicious world, selfless means fishy and caring about someone means meddlesome.
What is love?
Google tells me, love is an emotion of strong affection and personal attachment. I think Google too has no lucid explanations for it. You say love is… What? You tell me? Because for this one, I too have no definition.
Should I swagger, or just move like Jagger ? March 14, 2012
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Excitement, Happiness, Life, Love, Mother, Satisfaction.Tags: Fun
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Toothsome
Feels the time as one can say,
Smelling
The nostalgic days up here, time and again.
Peaceful
Seems the Sunlight shining in the day.
Excitement
Is the new companion that always finds its way.
Oh!
Ambrosia
Makes its way.
Teasing
The olfactory glands through the hallway.
Melting
Softly into the palate leaving a trace of its reign.
Now, should I jabber more,
Or just directly swagger my score? (*Wink*)
And I can't believe I could actually make this cake!
Ain’t it *REAL HARDWORK* ? (Wink, wink again!)
Oh! She is Smiling! March 9, 2012
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Happiness, Love, Mother.14 comments
Days’ falling short
Time’s running out
Oh! I gotta make myself burn
Until the sparkle begins to churn.
It seems a hasty flow
Going nether,
Pulling me into the viscous floe.
Oh! I gotta make myself burn
‘Cause only then can I pull back up and run.
Yeah! And that’s until the sparkle begins to churn.
***
Even though it’s a huge chaos in their, it never forgets to remember the *most important* day of its life. The day which is owned, ruled and conquered by its *best friend*. The day that it cherishes more than any other day and ever can.
Escaping the clutter, today, was not a tough task, when you know you have your greatest support always sitting by your side.
When you know you have to tell her what she means to you. When you know you have to always make her happy because that’s when I am the happiest.
Happy Birthday Mom! Yes, you are and always will be my best friend. I love you!
As You Turn ‘One’ February 24, 2012
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Birthday, Feelings, Happiness, Love.Tags: Oreo
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·•♥ Veterans say time flows like the gale of storm
You look back and it’s a long, sturdy road look at you;
A traversed platform. ♥•·
It seems like yesterday when he was brought into my family, first. Yeah I remember it was Thursday, March 2011, that I saw him for the first time. Sitting there along with a man on the scooter, he seemed naughty even then. I saw him and the feelings irrepressibly escaped through my visage; it was surely love at first site.
I held him in my hands, his delicate and tender skin, and my gaiety could find no limits. That feeling, I still remember very clearly, it was one of the best I’ve ever felt.
My Baby- Oreo
The first day that I brought him to home, he lilliputian; he couldn’t open his eyes.
When he first tried to walk!
His legs so frail, and his bark so feeble when with shaking legs he tried to walk and stumbled down.
And, today he turned one. His very first BIRTHDAY!
All Grown Up!
He grew so big with the blink of an eye, but he still remains the sparkle of my eyes.
Oreo handshake!
Oreo Hi5!
Yeah, it seems like yesterday when he was brought into my family, first.
·•♥ Veterans say life’s most treasured happiness comes silently,
Entering your door through your alley.
But they stay in your life with a legato of laughter and cries
till
ETERNITY. ♥•·
Valentine’s Day 2012 2011
February 14, 2012
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Feelings, Happiness, hindi poem, Life, Peace.
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“It’s the day of Love!”
“It’s really important for me.”
Yeah, these were my words until this morning. Sounds cliche? Ya, I know.
Until today Valentine’s Day was something that was too much hyped inside my head. And all this while I had only been thinking about my last Valentine’s; how special it was and feeling miserable, obviously. But, that feeling just emended itself, all of a sudden, today.
Why only ‘Valentine’s Day – A special day of Love’, for the overrated term “LOVE”? Each day spent peacefully with your loved ones, then be it your family even, or even your pet dog, for that matter; every such day ♥ is a Valentine’s Day ♥.
Now, I can proudly say, without feeling even peewee amount of miserable, that I spent the whole day at home, dancing to trite songs, watching histrionic television shows, and eating loads of junk. Well, that’s how I celebrated my day. Sometimes, you just fall in love with your home.
Of course, in all this imbecility, I did one fruitful work.
My first hindi poem, which I began writing on 17/12/2011 but never managed to complete it; I finally consummated it today. Well then, I must say – Cheers to 2011, 17/12/2011!
That commenced my crooning:
मोर के मख़मली पंखों में,
रंगों की चादर ओढ़े
नाचे अपनी ही नई दुनिया में,
डरती दुबकती घबराती
छुपती और हिचक के पीछे हो जाती
बैठी है एक नन्ही सी चिड़िया |
कहती है छुपालो मुझे,
ये दुनिया |
मोर उसे समा लेता, अपने पंखों से छुपा लेता
थोड़ी सी राहत में, सुरक्षा के एहसास में
फिर भी वो बेचैन है,
कहती है
मुझे खोना है |
हाँ पूरी तरह से खोना है |
बाग़ की हरियाली में बैठी
वसंत की खूबसूरत फुलवारी को महसूस करती
बैठी है एक अकेली सी लड़की
किताब में लीन,
जैसे वही हो उसका सहारा |
देखे वो भी उस चिड़िया की ओर
सोचे,
तुमको तो ये मोर बचा लेगा
लेकिन मेरे लिए कौन आएगा ?
जब अकेले दिल घबराएगा
तब मेरे लिए कौन आएगा ?
जब लोगों से ही डर सताएगा
तब मेरे लिए कौन आएगा ?
बचा नहीं अब किसी पर भी भरोसा है
इसलिए मुझे भी
अब बस खोना है |
जाने कहाँ से आई एक आवाज़
“में दुनिया से भले ही खुद छुपती हूँ,
बड़ी बड़ी चीज़ों से डरती हूँ,
भले ही में बहुत छोटी हूँ,
लेकिन
मैं आउंगी,
हाँ में यहीं हूँ |”
किताब के खयालों से बाहर निकल के
नज़रों का दायराना घुमाके
पाए वो
उस छोटी सी चिड़िया को
बैठी है उसके कंधे पर जो |
This Promise February 10, 2012
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Feelings, Happiness, Love, Peace.5 comments
This Promise
This promise
I keep making to myself
This promise
Reminds me of ourself,
When the Teddy Bear came, sat,
And is still sitting in the shelf.
For, with this promise
We jumped every cleft.
Life for me has been unexpected
When you least look for,
It jumps upon and leaves you surprised,
Out of your sopor.
Things began to fall into its place
Were floundering, but budging ahead in their own pace.
I saw the world, come together and then part
But, we are still there, from the very start.
Lucky I am,
To have found you by chance,
You made everything feel better,
With just your smile and a glance.
And this promise
I keep making to myself
This promise
Fills my life full of love in itself
For this promise
Is to smile and keep gifting you smiles
As wide as the tide,
· ♥ Always! ♥ ·
··♦ Thank you for everything,
Helping me find that true road,
I’m hoping you will join me always,
As the life’s treasures unfold. ♦··
Aged A Little January 12, 2012
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Crowd, Feelings, Fiction, Happiness, Peace, Satisfaction.Tags: Aged, Brittle, express
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I was juvenile when I stood into this thumping line.
The journey was slow 
With each step refusing to give an easy blow.
Sweat droplets; dripping
Heat and Sun; ripping
Deluging crowd, restless to make the first round
Yeah pushing, squashing and crushing;
I took my first-shaky-step
Too timid to make a pep.
Standing in the line
Managing to breathe in the filth, in the grime
Pushing back the crass throng
As if fighting in war time;
I aged a little
Maybe got even more brittle. 
I continued my sheepish-raw-steps
Though examples seemed rather inept.
But, in this course of tan
While the flooded line moved with its own plan
Stepping over you, suffocating you through;
I found a place to rant
To express; which I never could pant.
In this sluggish walk, tip-toeing my way through the flock
I, surely, aged a little
Maybe got even more brittle
But, I did find my piece-of-pax
Even though at the cost of a little tax. 
With the support of the side railings
Gradually entering the house of all ailings
Little by little, metamorphosing into someone more sensible
I regained my voice
Long lost in the miseries of choice.
Yeah, I must have aged a little
Maybe got even more brittle
But, I pulled a pour of my own
That I didn’t have to borrow or loan .
Shambling with endurance
Trying to grip a strenuous balance
Falling, bruising, treading and struggling
I finally reached the door step.
Now its my moment to knock it hard 
And exclaim, without any cowardly regard.
Coz I know I have aged a little
Maybe got even more brittle
But, I received a refuge from impertinence
Gained a shelter filled with breeze,
Away from any hindrance.
The journey will always continue
Just like my feelings will never subdue
And now with this prep,
I take my first step towards the door step.
** This post is dedicated to my blog, which just completed a year. It has been bearing and will keep on silently bearing my expectorates; trying hard to decode my jabberwockies.
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~ •
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.
