Personal Blog and Poetry about Life and Its Antics!
Are there no new thoughts? except these repetitive ones? Don’t you ever wonder? Wonder at these wonders! Step out of the shadows of your self and look around. Please look around. Listen. Different music. Different words. The stars that silently play some music. Deeply listen. Watch the flowers, the bees, the water that flows in… Continue reading Have you seen the wonders?
Have you ever noticed watched a stream of flowing water and wondered, 'Where does it come from? What are its roots? Why does it flow like the invisible sky?' Have you ever marveled and pondered how the stream comes into being how it springs into existence? Wonder, wonder. Ponder. The surprising and awe-inspiring magical answer… Continue reading how do the streams flow out of the earth?
So many things require our attention every day. One moment we are doing something and within a few moments, we run with our minds to do other things. To do lists don’t even begin to attend the way our minds run in countless different directions. We lose our attention, our focus, our awareness and go… Continue reading Attention, attention, attention!
Have you ever had these kind of days? Long hectic ones, tiresome — where so much happened, where you spoke so much, talked to your heart’s content, but still at night, you can’t just go off to sleep. So, you think, wonder, ponder, listening to the pitter-patter of rain in the midst of May. For… Continue reading What becomes of it all?
The struggle persisted because I lamely believedthat I ought to accept it,so my heart struggled on and onwithinbut maybe, just maybe,I don't need to accept itso I stop strugglingonly to find thatyou still love me anyways. ~ ~ ~ ~ Sunlight with shadows of grass on a dry leaf. Photo by Aditi Premankit
As I sit in my balcony, I look down at a dog rubbing his back in the small patch of soil between dry yellow grass. It's a to-and-fro motion, but it looks like playfulness. A few minutes later, he gets up and climbs a pile of sand that those construction people left a few months… Continue reading The Sand Pile
There are deaths, and then there are deaths from the attack. You tell yourself not to get involved, but you're too deep in the quicksand, deeply affected, can't undo what you saw, can't erase what you feel. You dream about the war, being there in the smoke, it's a never-ending zone. If you spoke those… Continue reading No title, no war.
I was distressed, feeling deeply affected by the situation of war in Ukraine. But what could I do? The wars and power politics are played by the leaders. What could an individual do? Watch the news and get more distressed? Protest and express rage? Condemn and watch? Write? Cry? Turn to God? (and ask why… Continue reading Courage amidst Chaos
Keep your eyes open and reality. Keep your eyes close and imaginations and dreams. The real world terrifies me with its callousness with its misinterpretations of each other’s intentions. Every single person wants happiness. And yet, and yet.. where is the effort? where is the trying for it? Instant happiness. Does that even exist? But… Continue reading Start being happy
Social media has created a havoc! Unconsciously clicking likes and watching stories, looking at some random profile on Instagram when you suddenly realize ‘what the heck am i doing!’ There’s a vast inner world within you, and yet, you keep looking outside, living outside, instead of within. instead of working on blurring the boundaries between… Continue reading Ten rounds around the sun
Minds are fascinating,they pull memories weirdlyrandomlyand attached with themare the emotional files,coloured and uncoloured,some categorised, someunsorted.. Minds linked to the body,makes the whole thing shakeat the tiniest memoryfusedwith rage, with grief,with joy, with sweetness. Some memories are lockedin a special box,only to be opened inthe midst of self-pity,and bouts of wallowingin guilt or regrets. One… Continue reading Memories in a box
2022 has begun, a new year. And all I can think about is Love. I was reading this article on Greater Good Berkeley about imagining best possible life for the new year, and it just struck me how I only ever wanted to feel Love. And nowadays, I keep feeling that love in small doses… Continue reading On Love
The labor of writing poems, of working with thought and emotion in the encasement (or is it wings?) of language, is strange to nature, for we are first of all creatures of motion. Only secondly — only oddly, and not naturally, at the moments of contemplation, joy, grief, prayer, or terror — are we found,… Continue reading How to be a poet
The sun hasn’t risen yet, it’s a dark morning. The same grass that looks green in the day is now a dark grey. Except the lights of buildings, everything is wrapped in darkness, quietness. If you keep waiting patiently, even when your world is wrapped in darkness, in coldness, the sun would rise. Even before… Continue reading The sun hasn’t risen yet
I’ve been afraid of fame, for a long time now. Of people knowing my name. I like being in the shadows, I’ve stayed anonymous on the internet and loved it. Today, reading a poem by Hafiz led me to thinking. Where is ‘me’, where is Aditi? It’s just a name, a vehicle to be known… Continue reading Where is ‘me’?
what do i wish for? just some strength to keep being as kind as possible. to never be bitter or grudgy. to never keep things muddy in my heart, to clear it all always. ~ ~ ~ ~ Featured image: Photo by Aditi Premankit
Struggling with self-doubts about a decision to leave a place of negativity and follow the calling of the heart to write, but fears keep coming in waves.. Questions about how to convince parents, but below those layers are assumptions of my own, of letting them down, of being selfish to follow my heart, of wasting… Continue reading Doubts to choices
What is it about this wandering especially alone, in the night.. and rebelling against the shoulds and mustn’ts.. Instead, just following what the heart says just following where the heart leads in this Love.. that society calls madness, against the rules.. I’m tired of the rules, let me be.. whatever the consequences, let me be..… Continue reading This wandering
Who knew Love was this simple? Countless poets and writers have written about love, thinkers have thought about what it could be and what it ought to be.. There are breakups and makeups, there are love songs and songs for the broken hearted.. We glorify love, mix it with passion and lust, or try… Continue reading Who knew Love was this simple!
I was lost in these alleys of the worldly matters, of people and their behavior, wanting to make it better, wanting to make a difference, when all i ever wanted was to be in Love.. Drenched and lost in Love.. and then a beautiful piece of music knocks on my head, bringing me to my… Continue reading Fluttery and free
https://youtu.be/rQBn90M9ixo Where have you been searching for me, my friend? I am right here.. I am not in a statue, I am not in a holy place; I am not in a silent shrine either, Neither am I in a temple, nor in a mosque.. Neither the Kaaba, nor the Kailash.. Where have you been… Continue reading Where have you been searching?
What fortune lies beyond the stars? Those dazzling heights too vast to climb I got so high to fall so far But I found Heaven as love swept low.. My heart beating My soul breathing I found my life When I laid it down Upward falling Spirit soaring I touch the sky When my knees… Continue reading Can you touch the sky?
She put her hand in her heart and dragged out the hollow feeling.. holding it between her hands, she felt its emptiness. She wished she could remove and throw it off like a tumor, but there were still many hollow parts in her heart. She still didn’t know what a mother’s unconditional love felt like.… Continue reading Hollowness in the heart
There’s a quiet corner in your heart that’s so pure untouched by those voices in your head untouched by the voices of other people. There you’ll find what you’re looking for, all the answers or perhaps peace and love or even yourself.. Drop everything and go spend time in there.. ~ ~ ~ Featured image:… Continue reading A quiet corner
Translation from the book The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks. My worst habit is I get so tired of winter I become a torture to those I'm with. If you're not here, nothing grows. I lack clarity. My words tangle and knot up. How to cure bad water? Send it back to… Continue reading My worst habit… (Rumi’s poem)
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