Soul Departure of our Sun Conure

Cookie
Cookie with my Niece

Going through the evening kitchen chores a few days ago, my mum and I were chatting of the regular ‘how was your day stuff’ when she told me that my youngest sister had called during the day. Usually, it is a delightful topic to share but this time it brought sad news and I haven’t yet got over it so resorted to the writing therapy.

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A Little Writing Therapy

While half the Indians go preposterous about the Bihar Political scene and the other half binges on their favourite Indian TV shows, I sit here with a cup of hot chocolate to realise how mundane my life has become once more without that sought after TV channel- Zindagi I followed only recently…err…been two years or a little more I guess. The channel satiated my adventitious soul as life in Hisar isn’t as cool as it had been in Chandigarh, Delhi or Australia(ah!) Not that I don’t like living here but somedays…you know?! Continue reading

Ranting Ritual

Sometimes, I think I just don’t belong here. I have been an outsider(well, sort of) most of the times, I mean, I have lived a life away from home for many years. Many years until I got married. Yeah, marriage happened for whatever reasons and then separation and then finally a divorce and I finally started living at home. It wasn’t easy but today when I sit back and think how life has changed for me, afterwards – I actually pat myself.  I have with each year and a low-high phase become more acceptable and accommodating to my environs, more mature or maybe this is what I will like to think-write. Continue reading

The Words

It is a different kind of head ache!

I do not have the copyrights for the image but 'googled' it with no intentions of getting myself into a copyright issue Please!
I do not have the copyrights for the image but ‘googled’ it with no intentions of getting myself into a copyright issue Please!

Poem?

My head aches
and it is a different kind of head ache

It is bursting with words…
and
I am getting no sleep.

The remedy
I thought, was to write

rather than forcing myself

to sleep tight..uptight.

My head aches
and yes it is a different kind of head ache-

The words in my head are conflicting
there’s no use of resisting.

Yes, in my head,
they are forming thoughts..
good, bad and ugly,
fun, cheerful and bubbly.

These thoughts triggered by words-
they walk, jog, crawl, stroll,
run and swim…
Unquestionably,
come and go at their own whim.

It is probably

an odd head

that makes me sit up

in my bed.

And the fact is that
this headache
has no reason
or a rhyme
but the clock ticks
by its time.

Words break..brake

and I stay quite..quiet

Words make, words create

disappoint or appreciate

But I have got a head ache
and I can not sleep..

while these words
these mighty words
ponder at their ease, play sweep.

Words can drive you crazy
but they heal
and they seal…
Mind you,words are a big deal.

So,
let’s handle them with care
I want to share because
if you do not,
you too will have a headache

And yes, now you know..
it will be a different kind of headache!!

🙂

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And I am sleeping now.

That was some pill worked on me!!

 Last updated on February 7, 2012

Poem of me.

What would it be like being a Washing Machine?
What would it be like being a Washing Machine?

Flipping over my old notebooks to find a contact number, I found this poem penned in the City Library of Melbourne!

Those of you read me know that I have a habit of simply venting out the chaos in my mind, writing it down and sometimes share that here on the Snippets.

Actually I write.. release the emotions and then forget as I let them out on paper!
Amongst many phases in my life, this one’s quoted on 13th July 2009 being published on WP tonight. Strange & funny, I feel now, reading it but that’s the way it is. Enjoy the poetry while I try to figure out how it happened?

New to Melbourne then, i was trying to settle..and you will read below the impacts of being ‘not so’ settled!

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Fear – of the unknown,
it takes me over…

Why-I try to find out
and feel an emptiness, a hollow;
with-in
which needs a shower…

A shower
to wash off this intense feeling,
to rinse off the guilt
and need a thorough cleaning…

YES, spin-it on…and spin it off..
tread the path of self-healing…

Ah! Just a phase..I tell myself,
face it to let go of it!!

Wish..
I were a washing machine.
Switch ON
Turn to ‘Auto’ mode;
Dip,Wash,Rinse & Spin –

DRY.
Ready for another wash??

—————–This was scribbled inside my NB——————–
Washing Machine Spin --lol I am happy finding this poem in my notebook!