Category Archives: journal of thoughts

Marvelling and Moaning 

“I stood there where wars flourished, I engraved the martyrs on my structural being, these names were heavy and forbidden ..when each soldier fought for hope they couldn’t  taste , for a light they failed to see, camouflaged jacketed men- their families and weapons their friends, bloodshed was the only vibrant shade familiar,  danger  and rivalry playing hide and seek,  awaiting their arrival so spirited. They hugged  the angels of death with open arms and saluted them with a smile so chivalrous and a presence so impactful, that tears were streaming down the eyes of death and let down a royal pour through those moaning clouds as a tribute to these men who gave up their lives , belongings and fought themselves to sleep without even thinking twice…The flag stood still in despair of these ;untimely departures.”

Everytime I visit India Gate, gratitude and pride is what  I feel for a creation so magnificent that whispers a million stories in my being…

#poetrywithapurpose

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These Words aren’t Mine…


These words aren’t mine,they are embedded imprints, of things I haven’t read and moments I crave visiting…
These words aren’t mine, they are harmless anecdotes of mighty intellects and the departed…

How I abstain from reading novels authored by numerous visionaries as, I fail to relive stories that have been misinterpreted and, slowly lost meaning…
These words come as images and dreams sometimes, transforming my mundane reality. I don’t write them, they write me…

They flow effortlessly, yet they resist my suggestions, as I’m bound to write their story and that’s, what I’ve been penning down all along…
These words aren’t mine, and I don’t bother, but rejoice being used as a chanel for transmitting infinite encounters…

Isn’t it complicated? Aren’t we frustrated with reading such monotonous flat tales of the unknown…
Where’s the substance? Where’s the content? Where’s the ability to create stories with cliché ends?
We are the meaningless, we are the misfits, we are the one’s merging opposites…

We are distorting the known,we are welcoming the unknown. This is madness, this is a mistake, this is a sadist breaking down the norms of the written language…
These mighty entities fear being labelled for expressing thoughts of a century fragrant with eternal passion…
When they cry, I sob intensely and their exuberances ignite one’s  forgotten childhood…

They are in me, we are in sync, as they demand, I shall implement…
There’s no guilt, no need for  approval as these are, simply instances that never happened…


So, I end my poem here as these words aren’t mine, nor, this is my story… 

-the girl in vogue

Beyond the Journey…

Every step taken cautiously,
fear rising within the gut of comfort…
Hesitation penetrating in, sedating all the cells of spontaneity…

Acclimatising to something new, something unfamiliar that, which wasn’t an accident but pure alignment and structure…

The structure of life, absolutely unstructured and everlasting…
No reverses, only memories of something perished into past… that , which mocks the present blinding it’s charming flow…
Why recall something that has been buried within the limitations of time?

Sheer negligence of the opportunity once awaited with open arms of delight…

My thoughts overlapping into substance less phrases that have lost their stability and fed with utmost curiosity…

Such impatience and restlessness haunting my quest for reason…
Reason that knows no boundaries, reason that knows no justification…

It is just that one missing piece of the puzzle that got separated by doubt…

Internalising this process, begins the journey of a seeker…
The journey of a will to forgive and reaching the destined crossroad burdens lighter…

– BY The Girl in Vogue

The Anonymous Idol🌹

I won’t worship,I won’t follow yet I will pray eternally witnessing joys and sorrows..
I am religious but not ritualistic,I shall aid the helpless without transacting  needs in an enclosed shrine of faith…

I won’t bow, I won’t garland
I won’t show, I won’t shine
I won’t devote but I shall deliver for this Noble cause to be completed..

I won’t please, I won’t plead
I won’t ask,neither will I compete to achieve my needs, yet I know you exist nurturing every planted seed…

I will practice, but I won’t preach…you will manifest the Mastery in me…
I will respect but I won’t pretend, you will walk, we will walk the road to non judgement …

If I can’t walk I shall wander,joining my soul to stroll in the presence of a  Mystic…

You are distinguished, you are in disguise, you are shaping forms through the formless skies..

I will express, but I won’t impress, I won’t blame, I won’t label,I might fall sometimes & stumble but I stay aware that the sequence of life is jumbled..

It’s  easy to point fingers , it’s very easy to lecture others.. it’s very easy to lay tall  claims but harder to follow such gestures…

Are we ready? Are we awake? Or are we just an aimless majority flocking for attentions sake?

If you can’t give,then don’t take and if you have to give, don’t be a fake…

It’s time to realise what we are made of.. It isn’t ordinary  when we are lightened with the Truth…

We were walking, but now we are joining hands .., leaving behind those false entities and never looking back…

Forging a new morrow, defining a new space..
treading this path to  heavenly Grace !!

-The Girl in Vogue

 

The scent of wrinkles, the scent of an age that has crossed the youthful pleasures of life…

The scent of wrinkles, the scent of time that revives itself making those tender arms dependent once again…

The scent of wrinkles, the scent of all those thoughts decomposing into past… her hair black and white just like a transition from day to night…

The scent of wrinkles, the scent of might that once lasted in those steady eyes, touching her old worn out knits that smelt of soap and gentle memories…, wearing them gave warmth and satisfaction with a tinge of aged maturity…

The scent of wrinkles, the scent of the relics that were few in number but symbolized simplicity…, every time she used them they gained antiqueness and tranquility…

The scent of wrinkles, the scent of a room for guiding the vociferous and the confused…, through her ancient stories of when she was young and vulnerable, too naive to understand what is discernment…

Running to her mother facing teenage complexes, crying silently with a broken heart due to the suppression’s of her old world kins…

Now she wants to relive those times, when she was charming and attractive, protected under her father’s shadow…

All the self-made games, and secrets with a wild streak, gossiping with friends wearing long pleated silk skirts…

I say, her fragrance is better than the scent from a branded store, her thin black and white locks tied into a neat bun, and her old pallor with wrinkles that tell a story…

A story of the life she lived, a story of a life that is yet to be lived…

-NITYA BHATIA

 

 

 

A thousand unlit candles…

You were radiance and charm under that sorrowful corpse,
Because you could feel, but couldn’t see of course…
You’re trembling behind bars for some unfaithful scandals,
Yet you glisten amongst a thousand unlit candles..
You reach out for a hand with a helpless puckered face, and all you lay hands is on a melting candle,you feel displaced…
The warmth of the wax reminds you of those unfaithful scandals, yet you glisten amongst a thousand unlit candles…
Where are the saviours and the mighty nobles?who will rescue me from this inanimate world of dearth..
Such pain and discomfort has left me in shambles, as I have been conveniently blamed for these unfaithful scandals..
And yet I continue to glisten amongst a thousand unlit candles..
I shine and sparkle dangerously bright, because every deed I did was willingly right..
And these non -living creatures will always remain a witness, staying with me through health and sickness…
Not one, not two but a thousand candles, they are many in number symbolising the number of scandals..
Though the light of my eyes faded which is something I can’t handle,
I continue to glisten amongst a thousand unlit candles…
These candles remain unlit and shy, of lighting up and bidding me goodbye…
As now they get my love and in their presence I’m idle, with my thoughts lingering towards those unhealthy scandals, with all of that I glisten amongst a thousand unlit candles…
They can’t see me in bliss as they are a part of my scandals, seeing and being through all my darkest hours…
They refuse to shine as now it’s the light I fail to handle, you dig deep down inside and I’m constricted within the mantle,
So now I decide to get buried amongst my thousand unlit candles…
– the girl in vogue

The Motherly Touch

Her loving hands held me passionately,

Comforting me faced by worries and scary dreams

Her gentle touch and presence made me feel nurtured and secure, when my head rested on her cozy tummy

Nothing can ever replace those feelings dear grandmother…

However much ever I write, or say isn’t enough to thank you for your unconditional love

Your humble deeds and your ever-readiness to assist anyone with needs made me count my blessings of having you…

Cannot express in words how much you matter, but can cherish those beautiful memories and relish your delicious treats…

You’ve filled my life with colour and touched several hearts deep down inside…

You asked for nothing in return and still continued to give and contribute wherever possible…

Whenever this world seems like a cold and crude place your goodness reminds me of exceptions like you and cheers my world..

You are more than a mother, a friend, a guide, and my support system.

You are a peace maker in dire circumstances and it leaves me astonished how you keep your calm…

Bringing a smile on every face in every way possible, filling my limited world with several mythical stories with various characters and morals, feeding me with variety of goodies that make my day…

Singing and joking like an innocent child, active and involved in every task, encouraging and motivating weak and perplexed students…

Thinking of your requirements after others, even praying for the people who never wished your good…

An angel in disguise I have realised, the secret was revealed when I saw your aura lighten and change a world of sorrow …

By The Girl in Vogue

Singing and joking like an innocent child, active and involved in every task, encouraging and motivating weak and perplexed students…

Thinking of your requirements after others, even praying for the people who never wished your good…

An angel in disguise I have realised, the secret was revealed when I saw your aura lighten and change a world of sorrow …

Belonging to Planet UNKNOWN…

5:30p.m, Tuesday, July 14 2015

Hello everyone! Hope you all have had a laidback Tuesday which sounds like a dream for all the workaholics. I skipped school today simply because let’s face it who doesn’t like to get some more sleep? Otherwise have to get up at 5:30 a.m,  five days a week. Already looking forward to the coming weekend which is just two short days and don’t know how they fly by so quickly! Somehow this routine of getting up early morning, wearing the same uniform, meeting the same uninspiring, irritable and unstable teachers and many students is exhausting… Have you ever told yourself that you deserve better than this? Many of us feel discontent with our current life status and situation and yes, some things really tire the life out of us especially when we aren’t understood by the people who are extremely close and matter a lot. Unfortunately complaining doesn’t help and it just lowers you down further reminding you what a burden life can be.

One thing I have learnt about life after having learnt some major life-lessons is that it’s all about perspective, how we take things and the way we interpret them, because many times our emotions tend to cloud our sense of decision-making and interpretations. I personally have started exploring and discovering a lot about myself when I started listening to my internal voice and realising the impact I have on others. We often unintentionally end up saying things we don’t mean and then regret it. We look for ways to mend it but by then the damage is done.

Even though I’m 17, I feel much older because wisdom is rarely determined by our chronological age. Infact let me tell you as time is flying by, day in and day out I’m feeling like one of those misfits who isn’t okay with an ordinary life.

I’m way too sensitive and ‘feel’ a lot, I sense people and their emotions and I believe in excellence not competition. Doing what one loves and judging a person on his abilities rather than just academic marks.

There’s a whole world out there waiting for us and a new way of living. One should share new ideas and explore other options because working all day and night at the cost of one’s health, family, happiness and peace of mind is not worth it. I know it is very important to earn a living but, why not earn well in something that makes you feel complete and blissful? If you do something that you love and are passionate about, every pay cheque you receive at the end of a month will leave you feeling thrilled and fulfilled… Life is meant to be enjoyed in each moment, in every little thing we do and if whatever I’m saying isn’t getting through to you trust me you’re living a life without meaning which will just give you temporary pleasure… Always remember whatever your current situation is, it is exactly what it’s meant to  be and couldn’t be anything else. There is a perfect plan for everybody if only we believe it.

Nothing is an accident. Being creative in whatever way and staying connected with one’s true self helps us in find out our actual life purpose which isn’t driven by anybody outside of us. It is so rare to find people who are liberal and tolerant nowadays…I feel blessed that I have extremely liberal and understanding parents who have supported me through most of my decisions and my varied way of thinking.

Even then I have had challenges and issues in my life because I had to learn so much about the world and the way people are… Sometimes I feel tolerant, compassionate open minded people are so difficult to come by these days! But if we are not comfortable living in a world which seems so insular, cold and competitive, it’s high time we create a reality of our own… Many times people   follow certain rules and traditions blindly just because they have been followed for several years and are socially accepted norms. Why would anybody want to ruin their reputation by questioning the authorities? That’s a lot of risk to take. Well, it’s high time we started listening to our inner truth and following it because that would be doing a favor to ourselves  and to  God, if you believe in one! I just want say that there is a limit to these so called limits that have bound us from doing anything dynamic or out of the box. I only have a few more months left in school and then I’m free to live, be and explore! It is never too late to spread our wings otherwise we’ll be forever making excuses for ourselves…

If you feel like a loner or get that feeling that you belong to some other non existent species, that’s the first sign of you being unique and someone who is here to change a pattern, push a boundary, redefine your own limits… This is a major reason to celebrate and enjoy your uniqueness and special capabilities. Just go with the flow of things and give yourself permission to LIVE.

If you feel your thoughts are way too abstract and vague, write them down in a diary. Sleep well, eat food that satisfies your taste buds as well supports your health, treat yourself, spend time with people who genuinely care and go for a holiday when possible. Be in Nature ‘cause she is the Greatest Healer !

Don’t think too much and just be spontaneous!

You don’t need anybody’s approval to be and do something different and most important thing is never lose yourself and your innocence…

Till then keep smiling and loving..

Signing Out

The Girl in Vogue…

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