Amorphous Creativity

Being in the early 20s is not turning out to be what i imagined when i was a teenager or as a kid.All my life i have heard that change is the only constant and now the twenty's are proving it every minute. Teenage is all about your "Firsts" and in the 20s you bid goodbye to a lot of your "lasts".

I look around, i see no one.. Feeling scared and undone.. Just when the tears  were about to flow, You come ahead and  things change in a go... The dark clouds part, and the sun suddenly  comes out to shine.. As your fingers get in the spaces between mine...

Muffled screams amidst deafening silence, The world around spins zooms in and out of the fog dense. Struggling eyes looking, searching for some hope. The noose only tightens, weapon being a silken rope. Who do I call out to, do you hear me friend? Gasping for my last few breaths as the rope nears my end. I want to turn around, to face the killer, I think who could it be, remember, behind stands the mirror!

Dear pudgy naked toddler a.k.a. Cupid,        Yes, your time has come again.Bring out the rusty bow and quiver of arrows.Fly across the world and "hit" anyone you like.You don't have to worry about policing.Moral or otherwise!So just go poking. Is this you? Really? Now,to be really frank, You surprise me.You know its nothing personal(not too much at least) but when i imagined the messenger of love i didn't imagine a barely clothed only enough to save his dignity, notorious kid, hopping around with bows and arrows in hand and hitting anyone as per his whims.That is some imagination, whoever came up with you. Its not only the way you look that bothers me, that you can't help, except wear some clothes, for starters.And a bow and arrow, really?Isn't that a little outdated?Why would you still stick to it despite the fact that the whole world is on Facebook.Just poke.Its non violent.And equally effective.Seriously kid, you need to grow up.Times are ch

पंख फैलाये वह उड़ना चाहता है, आसमान की उदारता जानना चाहता है, थोडा चलता फिर रुक जाता है, पलट के तुम्हारी ओर देखता है, क्यूँ तुम हो नाराज़ उससे, तुम्हारी इच्छा  भी तो यही है, साहस बढाओ और उड़ने दो उसे, रास्ता नया पर मंजिल तो वही है, आखिर वह सिर्फ पंख फैलाये उड़ना चाहता है, आसमान की उदारता जानना चाहता है! P.S : This is my first ever Hindi poem.Rather an attempt at it! :-)

When i first read the name A calender too crowded by Sagarika Chakraborty, I didn't know what to expect.The description given by Blogadda didn't say too much.The name was intriguing, but that was it.When i finally got the book and started reading it.I couldn't stop. The book is a collection of short stories on womanhood.Every month in the calender has days devoted to woman, mostly real and some made up days as admitted by the author.The book has short stories based on these days.

A daughter is born and the family starts planning of saving for "gifts" (don't use the "D" word...its too passe! Besides, we are modern people who don't support societal taboos) for here marriage. The girl grows up.She is sent to the same school as her brother.She is allowed to play with boys.She chooses to go to college.Not too far from home.A course is chosen for her to study further.its assessed not according to her interest but the time it will take to complete. Akhir shaadi bhi toh karni hai.Bas iski shaadi ho jaye toh hum bhi apni zimmedaari se mukt!  By the time the girl is on the right side on 25, every relative who she didn't even know ,existed, starts to pop up.Everybody is worried about her marriage .Rishtas sare suggested by "wellwishers".Everybody jumps on the marriage bandwagon in full force.A little thing is forgotten, that she aspires to work after getting a degree.But its irrelevant.