Amorphous Creativity

Midst  the routine humdrum of life out of nowhere   a smile, word or gesture, gets the missing glint back in your eyes. Moments when someone  says they care,  relish these moments for they are rare. Days when you realize life is  much more than you thought ,  And you always had with you what you went out and sought. When you finally see that the best grades or that coveted job post, none were worth missing what matters most. When you find the meaning of life   is simple and pure as morning dew,  Pause and take some time out  to say a heartfelt thank you!

Dear Sirs/ Madams, I would like to take this opportunity to express my deepest gratitude towards you for enlightening us women as to why when we do certain things; we call upon ourselves the inevitable circumstance of getting raped. Had you not stepped upon the mantle to highlight what we dented and painted women do, we would have stayed in the darkness of ignorance and continued to get raped and hoped for justice only stemming out of the wrong belief that the rapist is the criminal and not us. Your efforts at highlighting our “mistakes” and “invitation for rape” are surely noteworthy. It’s only because of you that we have realized that staying out of the house late at night, having a male companion who is not a brother or husband, wearing skirts and other provocative clothing, not going home strait away from school or college, listening to western music, having a mobile phone, staying in India and not Bharat mean an invitation that reads “I have crossed the Lakshma...

WHY SHOULD I BE SCARED? Just because I am a woman? Am I not as much a citizen of free India as any male out there? Then why do I feel unsafe? Why do my parents have to worry about my safety every time I step out of my house? Is it not my right to live without fear? I don't expect answers to my questions. Do I want change to take place? Without a doubt. Do I think there will be changes? A very small voice in me says it will. How many more Nirbhayas/Amanats/Daminis do we need to bring about changes required to make it a safer place for women? I don't know. But I am guessing a lot. I say this, fully aware of the fact that the next victim could be me or someone I know. But does that make me anymore hopeful of change? No. But it does make me more fearful. I am asked to cover up if I don't want to be raped. I am asked to not drink at clubs so that I am not considered easy. I am asked to surrender when six men force themselves on me, only so that I can save my life. Di...

Dissatisfied and disheartened, due to failure and obstacles, We question everything, hoping for a miracle. Never taking a step back to ponder, Life, maybe, is what happens while we wonder! The situation, how should it be, and how it actually is, This expectation makes us feel, even in perfection, something is amiss. The difference always lies in how we label our lows and highs, Happy sorrows or sad smiles, because, Irony! That's what is life.

Taking little baby steps towards a huge flight, On the distant dream,  I have set my sights. Rejoicing the good and learning from the bad, Taking my own path,  not following the fad. My way ahead is filled  with tumbles and falls, But, to follow your heart,  isn't the easiest of all. The tiny little inner voice, makes me sure, That I am stronger than the troubles I shall endure. So flapping my wings,  I am ready to take the flight, Hoping to see in the dark,  the brightest star light!

" Same time and day, next week. My place." Aditya said while getting dressed. "Hmmm..." she said lost in her thoughts. Content and satisfied thoughts. He bent down and kissed her on her forehead. Naina loved it when he did that. A smile comes upon her face every time his lips touch her forehead. Off he went to work while she stayed back nursing the smile on her face. Last night played out in front of her eyes. He couldn't peel his eyes off her. In the short red dress, she was dressed to kill and he was her target. And going by the look on his face, she was having the desired effect. It was lust in its purest form in his eyes. Lust! That's what describes their relationship the best. No strings attached they called it. Attraction lead to sharing beds but not hearts. "The day you fall in love with me, this ends." she had told him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------...

Once upon a time A bright blue fly Crashed into my life. Noble and true So beautiful and cute, Such  a pretty butterfly, And he was mine. He loved and gave joy, I was all smiles, because he was my butterfly. Then came a day He bid me farewell. Shocked and aghast I wondered what went wrong? Such pretty and divine He was meant to be forever mine. But I couldn't hold him tight Or command and fight. To see his smile I set him free and sigh. Now he is gone My Beautiful life is bygones. Neither any butterfly has that charm Nor could provide that love & warmth. So now I simply wait, Hoping, blue butterfly crashes in again! This poem is written by a very good friend of mine, Nikitha, who happens to be a budding poetess and a newbie blogger. Beautiful thoughts brew in her mind and she serves them fresh at  Brewed and Served Hot.. Pay this little space a visit and be sure to be enthralled by gem...