Give their hearts a break

We want so much

As much as we value ourselves

And give ourselves

But we forget

Only We can give ourselves the most

And love and worth.

Other can’t !

They have a heart

Like yours too

So give them the space

And love they want.

Listen before you speak

Ask before you speak

Break is what their hearts want,

That we hesitate to nourish them with.

You love yourself best, Own yourself

And let them own themselves too-

In their own peculiar ways.

RUNNING WILD

Pic Credits: Uncaved

Flickering cold grasses

Touch my arms and feet, 

As I lay outside 

With my running thoughts,

And eyes open into 

Misty breezy music.

A voice in my mind,

A breezy crystal voice 

Sings inside.

Songs of pain and sorrows 

As the crystal cuts through 

The flesh and bones,

And pierces my mind. 

I feel the soft grasses and cold sand,

The grass tickles my ears

Howling for my thoughts.

I watch the white flowers

Calling my breezy voice outside

While it runs wild 

With the rushing waters.

The golden warmth 

Kisses me,

And my eyes,

Forgetting the mists of

My mind

Which Stares at this

Warmth, seeping in

Little by little

Through the curtains.

It lays there

Touched by the warmth,

The mist starts fading, with

My crystal voice running wild 

And I run with it.

MUST READ TRAVELOGUE DURING QUARANTINE

The Travelogue I have been reading very recently.

We all like to travel our hearts out. Either we have travelled enough to know that, or we are yet to explore that side of ourselves. Nonetheless, there’s a traveller in each one of us. The traveller inside always craves; for new places, old places, the touching breeze, the silent roads, the thoughtful and lyrical rain, the crackling sound of leaves, the busy shopping streets, the cloudy hills, the warm-shiny beach, the boozed evening, excursions with strangers; and there is always more on everyone’s bucket list.

A lot of you must have plans before pandemic struck the globe and started taking people’s lives. Well at least I did! We come across news of the rising pandemic (in India, UK, Russia, Brazil, USA and many other nations ) everyday. We hope and pray for the hospital staff and essential services (irrespective of our blood relations with them) who have been putting their lives on line. A lot of people have been having a hard time managing with mood swings, anxieties and variety of stresses. However, this article is not about the pandemic and its impact on people.

This article is about willingness to travel or explore yourself but not being able to do so because of the crisis. It is about the mental urgency and craving to go out to places and live. It hurts us, at times, for not being able to go with our set plans or make new ones right now apart from another harsh fact that a lot of us are unable to meet our dear friends, or are away from family, or are with family and having a hard time adjusting with the dysfunctional or patriarchal familial structures. In such (hard) times, we only look for escapes from our locked-in, non-productive and monotonous lives. However, after more than 3 months of such time, we find ourselves out of options to keep ourselves active, entertained and productive.

If you love to travel (or dream to travel) and love to read (or looking forward to read), Bucket List of a Traveloholic by Sarika Pandit, published in 2014 by FingerPrint Publishers is a must read for you. It has also got a rating of 3.73 on Goodreads. I must also mention for your better judgement that this is the second travelogue but first good travelogue I am reading; the first one being The Shooting Star by Shivya Nath, published in 2018 by Penguin. Although, the book has a rating of 4.09 on Goodreads, I did not like the book for its writing style and experiences (perhaps) which compelled me to leave the book midway. I found the book to be complexed in writing style, and unnecessarily or uninterestingly detailed. In addition to that, I found the book very non-relatable because of the style of storytelling of the author. However, for your better judgement, that was the experience of a beginner with travelogue reading; though I have read a varied genre of books- including classics, thrillers, fictions, non-fictions, poetries, philosophical books, etc.- apart from travelogues. So The Shooting Star did not meet my expectation for right now, because I wanted a book which has intriguing experiences and is simple to read, and I found another wonderful and engaging book, Bucket List of a Traveloholic.

While I downloaded the book only last night, I couldn’t go to sleep without reading even a bit of it. So I started reading it early morning around 4.45 AM and I kept reading it till 7.45 AM in the morning with my breaks and morning talks with parents of course. I’ll quickly give away some insights on what made me love this book so much that I am eager to write about this even before finishing it and while I am still in the middle of reading it. (also, my apologies that this isn’t a book review but just a descriptive book suggestion.) Also that this book is successfully satisfying my craving to travel.

  1. A MYTH BREAKER:

One insight that the Bucket List of a Traveloholic gives you while reading it is that it breaks your myth of the binary concepts of reading and travelling. Often we think that a person is either capable of only reading books or just capable of only travelling. We think that a quiet, calm person might want to read only books and not be very enthusiastic about travels. In contrary to this, we think that a restless person can only wish to travel and explore the outside world, and definitely not dive into books.

Well, this book gives you an interesting insight through the thoughts and travels of the author that reading and traveling are not binary. One is capable of loving both books and travel, and perhaps also capable of being lazy about the both. The writer is very enthusiastic about travel and even being independent into choosing travel partners than to procrastinating on making travel plans.

While on the other hand, she is also very well read and enthusiastic about books. Personally, I have never felt more related into listening someone’s stories or reading about travels. So the book excites me personally very much on this particular note. There’s a quote from the book which paused me only to brood upon the myth of exclusive perceptions of the two hobbies, and think in the line of non binary perception of these, and has indeed left radical impression on me. The quote is-

"Given a choice between living inside our own heads and living in the world outside, we’d [the author and her sister]  choose the former any day of the week and twice on the weekend…. That if there is one thing that has kept the world inside our heads alive, it is the living, breathing world of books."  

Here, The author and her sister take a memorable trip together before the sister’s wedding. I had never imagined how an author or a traveller could think of the internal philosophical world of minds and a world of books when she’s on, perhaps, one of the most memorable and loveliest trip of hers. I thought maybe all that one can think of is roads, rivers, people, markets, food and more exquisitic stuff, but not living inside one’s head. (I know though this might sound stupid and overwhelming.)

2. SIMPLE BUT ENGAGING WRITING STYLE:

Her writing style is simple to read and complex enough to ponder upon. She has used very simple writing style to convey deep and profound emotions. However, it is not too simple to feel shallow and disgusted by reading it; nor it is complex enough to tire yourself reading. (It has exactly the amount of balance in simple writing and depth that I was looking for; so, found perfect for myself.) Therefore, this book made me so eager to keep reading it. Not even once I got bored or felt like dropping it in between, a quality in books worth looking for! Her writing and words are so engaging that I couldn’t stop myself before finishing almost two chapters in single read. (And I am a slow reader, simply because I like to feel and process my emotional journey with the book.) 

3. PERSONALLY FELT VERY RELATABLE:

When I started reading it, I jumped right to the chapter I wanted to read first since the chapters are not interlinked with each other and can be read separately. The entire chapter was devoted to Sarika Pandit’s trip to United Kingdom which is also a place I want to visit ardently. While I was reading her trip to UK, I was quite literally lost into my own memory-trip to Kasauli (Himachal Pradesh, India) where I lived in boarding school. I have wanted to visit Kasauli ever since I have graduated, with more of my dreams to travel which are far from fulfilling and living right now, during quarantine. If a travelogue can make you trip like that while you are bored to death at home, then it is definitely a worth read!

While the writer tells us about her visit to the United Kingdom, she tell us about all the streets and museums which take us to all the phenomenal and beloved writers like William Shakespeare, Charles Dickens, Jane Austen (my personal very favourite, I am a big fan) and the Bronte sisters. She goes on to giving us the account of her days of reading these writers, which is very beautiful and relatable. She is both a traveller and a diverse reader, as we come to know from her travels and experiences.

Having studied English Literature during my bachelors, I have an inexplicable bond with writers and the country United Kingdom, specifically. Her journey made me feel like I was travelling the country and the streets, watching all the graves of beloved writers myself. It also gave me the places I must visit when I visit there in distant future.

4. TRIP WITH YOUR FEMINIST SPIRIT:

While I was reading the book I also got a glimpse of a well bonded and beautiful relation between the writer and her sister. One gets a glimpse of their planning a trip together and enjoying it together. We get to feel their shared memories, and tours to the countries together. What a feminist way of spending time with your sister that a lot of us only dream of! But dreams exist only to make them come true! So while I was enjoying my reading, I could not stop thinking about my own sister since we have spent both our entire teenage and our ‘coming-of-age’ adulthood together in same cities. We have shared so many fun stories, sufferings, pain, dreams and desires, and more of lively stories together. Our bond is truly cherished one. Altogether, it gave me a very beautiful, lovely and a very heartwarming experience of sisterhood as I read and wandered in my mind, making acquaintance of these sisters- ‘Radhika- Sarika‘, ‘Cassandra- Austen‘ (a lovely bond if you have seen the movie “Jane Austen” or read about her) and ‘Poonam- Itika‘.  

Secondly, the writer talks about a very real fact about travelling, that is, if one wants to travel then one has to actively seek out people with similar interests. One has to put a lot of whines and emotional connections to the back of their minds, and have an independent persona of their own. Not every time you’ll get the privilege to go with your bestie or your constant group (which is my own understanding of her words). So you’ll have to be willing to bring aboard just a good friend with similar interests and enthusiasm. One has to be willing to take risks and trust herself to be capable of managing situations.

Thirdly, it’s a good travelogue by womyn!! You go girls!! You go boys! You go all!! For girls, definitely it is going to be very relatable and good experience getting to hear travel stories not from your dad or brothers, but a womyn writer. For the rest, wouldn’t it indeed be exciting to hear travel stories of a womyn for a change! 😀

5. ON READING ACTIVELY:

Luckily, the day I picked up this book, I was surrounded with pretty and extraordinarily- ordinary compassions of nature. I was sitting outside in my verandah (backyard) at around 5:15 in the morning as I mentioned earlier that I read it early from 4:45 am to 7:45 am. It was a very breezy and sweetly lively day. (Though it also drizzled for few minutes, as if trying to take my attention off the book.) There was certain serenity and silence with all childish noises of leaves and birds, as if there were some pixies and fairies with the breezing nature. While I was reading, I contemplated how silence can be enjoyed better when you do something creative. Sure, there are times when we just stand blank at the doors of all the breeze and childish noises, and enjoy the silence doing absolutely nothing. But that is a very short lived experience. Or, for some, that is just one way of feeling the profound emotions of silence! There are more ways like humming a song, painting, writing or reading- all- while the flowery and tinker-ly breeze kisses our faces.

Such creative ventures with nature act as both your muse and the confidante, and it’s a very rejuvenating emotion. It fills you up with even more pixies and spirits like emotions, and you wake up into being more conscious of yourself and your creative works.

Eventually, it is your own journey into reading the book, setting a convenient surrounding for reading, and living not just experiences of the writer herself, but also getting lost away in your dreams of adventures. 😀 ❤

I hope you keep experimenting with your reading styles and books, and enjoy this recommendation!

With Love. 😀


POST SCRIPT: I shall leave The Shooting Star for better and different times, and will surely review about it for this post perhaps does not do justice to this book. The post is not analytical review of these books. It simply concerns a decent insight on starting with a travelogue and which one I liked for initiation.

World Day for International Justice — Sapiens

Since August 2019, we have seen many controversial political changes- like the bifurcation of the state Jammu and Kashmir into Union Territories and the legislation of the Citizenship Amendment Act (CAA) which have made people contemplate about a range of social and political issues. There was a complete lockdown in the state J&K for several […]

World Day for International Justice — Sapiens

Even in the days of feeling distant from our university spaces and old regular lives, let’s keep in touch with our intellectual spaces and good spirits.

Let’s keep the arguments and dissents alive and going! Let’s be hopeful and grateful celebrating these days. Stay well and healthy!

Please like, comment and let me know your views.

Dated april, 2020

Self- Portrait

But who will listen to my story

Whether I sleep early

Or I wake up late enough

To drift away in my own thoughts.

Whether I run for sleep

Or sleep runs for me.

Whether I sit and brood over :

The windy breeze, wavy leaves,

Caterpillars and bugs walking

To, who knows, find their homes,

Or away from their homes ;

The strong breeze echoing

And a baby jumping down,

From the cliff of the house,

Floating as if it were the breeze.

Will anyone even listen,

If she sits and ponders upon it

Or is she lost in the seconds, tik-tok, tik-tok,

And now frets about this idea.

When there’s all chaos

Both the outside and inside ;

When people are stuck deadly

In their own loving homes

Where once they returned

For every comfort they craved ;

When people are confused

To even get out of their long-gone comforting beds

To do dishes, wash clothes,

To take a refreshing sip of their favourite tea

And read it all;

When people are struggling

With the simplest of dilemmas,

Will you dear, please

Listen to Your own people !


Post Script: Let’s take really good and heart warming care of ourselves and our loved ones around. Let’s listen better and connect better and even do better fo ourselves. ❤

Love is not a feeling

Image by Deflyne Coppens from Pixabay

Love is not just a feeling,

Not a haze

You’d dream to taste.

Not a light

You’d find in your darkest days.

It is not the hand you take

Which is but rather

A parasite on you.

Love is nowhere

But just in a fraction of time.

Naked love that

Touches your scaly self.

Love is that

Which not only makes you dream

But kicks you back in reality.

It is that

Which shows you

The touch of winter winds,

The smell of warm crimson fumes;

Which makes it bearable for you

To see the gaudy city lights.

Love is a drop

While we look for an ocean;

Or perhaps it is an ocean

While We

Only relish a drop of it.


Post Script: Apologies for using a heterosexual/ heteronormative picture for depicting the poem. The poem looks into over simplified idea of loving someone and looks into loopholes of such love. Even though such instances may exist even in homo-normative love, that would not be the first theme I would want to write about homo-normative love. I think this poem could not do justice to homosexual/ non heteronormative love in a society like ours which is predatorily looking for ONLY loopholes in it.

So, I promise to write a well themed poem about homo-normative and polyamorous love in latter days or months.

Until then enjoy reading and share your views in the comments. Contact me on twitter to get in touch.

Forced Inclusion

Such forced inclusion

Into this world

Both the real and virtual,

Esp the social 

But

One can’t deny it,

It’s necessity,

Here.

No matter 

What the personal choice is,

Because the personal

Was never personal anyway.

There are as many lenses

As one can think of.

Of different shades 

And shapes.

Might as well remove it 

And rejoice in this sightful blindness

Once in a while.

A memory, a song

Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

Every other minute passes by

Watching the light fade away

Going down somewhere

Into it’s own abyss

And you walk along looking for it

You walk

Watching all the latent cries

Crying together, resonating each other,

You go pleasantly following the music

Deeper into silenced streets

Not knowing where it goes

But following just one thought,

A memory! A song!

All you see is deep blue sea

And you swimming into in,

Following the fading light and the cries

Following the memories,

Nobody knows the real purpose

As it is unclear to you too

Nonetheless, walking into it

Relying on Nothing

But the memories, the songs and the cries

In a moment you realise

Your life is but just a memory

You live in a memory,

You ponder upon a memory

And maybe you’ll die in a memory too

But death is nowhere,

All there is is the neverending abyss.

Meanwhile an imposture wakes up

With all the tweeting and banging the spirited songs

Veiling all the popped up smiles and happiness.


Hey! Check out the song.

The song automatically comes to mind while I publish this poem, mostly because of its spellbinding music. Though the theme of the song is unique and it does not has any direct link to the poem at all.

More like a stream of consciousness. 😉


December Bleeding

I miss those December days when I could sink into my bed

All warm and cozy.

Nowhere else for my mind and myself to wander

But in myself or just in all the mist outside.

And I’d feel every drop or rush of blood,

With the outside cold and mist,

And sometimes it rained hard,

And I could easily find the symphony

In the blood rain

And water droplets outside.

Every bloody wave came with a newly intense emotion,

Emotion that I did not want to do away with.

Because come on! Those were my December days,

With the cold winter outside and this warm blood inside.

So with every new wave,

I’d pamper myself with all the love

I had for myself.

I felt this rush inside and outside…

How could I not

But just have care for myself.

Eeeeeeh! Bliss are the days of period, total bliss.

Only if it were December days again,

I’d sink into my bed

And sleep like a babe again.

PROFOUND LOWER LOVE

For She rarely dreamed
Of passion and accomplishment.
For her life was ruled with
Love and affection.

While He was one of the truly
Passionate people anyone would meet.
Always burning with hope and progressive ideas.

Maybe she couldn’t have flourished with him.
Maybe he wouldn’t respect her love and affection.
Maybe she couldn’t keep up with his burning fire.
Maybe they’ll both die in the same fire.

But they rised!
For she learnt the fire out of him.
And he learned the warm blood with her.

Profound as it may sound
For they burnt and rised
With each other’s strengths
Instead of sucking on each others weaknesses.

For She would talk and talk and talk
And He would stay mute and mute and mute.
For even when she was Fil-l-ed with all the weeds and mud,
She would talk.
And he would stand mute.
For when she grew tired of talking
His silence would provide some solace.

For when her words
Were thrown back at her
By The Elders,
He’d ask her to stop.

For she was better of a fighter than him.
But never would he leave her alone.
Silence and calmness is all
He could speak with.

For even if they were too embarrassed
Of the heat of love,
Their words
Were love enough!

She studied but had to stop.
He was a better qualified scholar
than Her.
Even if their standard qualifications differed,
Both,
Were the faces and voices
Of Struggles and Fights.
Just different spaces
And different ways,
Fighting for common rights.

Having no much time
To touch and behold
To feel each others arms
And fingers
And lips,
Their heat
Would still find solace
In the heat
Of their struggles and fights.

For such is the profound lower Love
With uncommon ways
Of humour and intellect
But only aligning fights.   

Stay liberated, Stay lovely

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