The Lost Me

Random Musings over manufactured Rhymes! The Lost Me Ever since my school days, I had a yearning for poems that rhymed well. I, too, wrote some and made sure they were rhyming. This inclination could be because- from our nursery rhymes to our high school days, more or less, we saw the same pattern. Yeah, I also read prose, but that urge to rhyme lines somehow prevailed.  No doubt, figures of speech and a well-organized ratio of words and lines spark the writings. All thanks to the learned poets and writers who bestowed this beauty on us. But lately, as an adult, I feel a particular bias for these literary practices. I may be completely wrong, you may agree or disagree, but I think they are manufactured. Let me explain my point. You cannot limit imagination within set boundaries of few systematically arranged lines or forced rhymes. To stick by the rule puts a certain pressure and gags poetic freedom. Imagination is all quirky and random. That’s the inherent beauty i...

    PICTURESQUE NAINITAL Hi to the person visiting here..!☺ I am obsessed with Nature and Nainital is one of my favorite destinations. I lived here for 5 years and still unable to get over the charm of this place. (Lucky Me😍😋) Recommended Must Visit. Sharing some of the pictures clicked by me.    ( Though I am not good at it😋😁) Home [The Lost Me] Nainital Nainital Nainital Misty Naini Lake 😍 Nainital Ducks at Naini Lake 😌😘 Nainital Naini Lake as seen from the window of my hostel. 😌😃 Nainital Snowfall Nainital. 😍😅 Nainital Dragon boats.🐲🐉🦖😯 Boats, Nainital Look at that Orange boat (Swan); seems like it is stuck between those Fierce Dragons.😱😠 Nainital Naini Lake, view from Tallital 😍 Naini Lake, Mallital 😃 Thandi Sadak, Nainital One fine day after Rain.😍😌 Thandi Sadak, Nainital Ye No. 1 yaari h. 😉 They come for an evening walk daily....

Withered! P.C. The Lost Me Have you seen something broken yet containing a sense of completeness? I think these fallen leaves lying on the bosom of Earth exemplify it. Withered, they say, but for me, they are coloured with perfection and aged gracefully. All thanks to experiences and tough times, they have ripened with seasons. Just for thought. Do these leaves envy the new beginning, or do they shower their seasons' old wisdom to the new fellas? To the ones who have just come out of their cradles and are unaware of their destiny! I feel, they pour out their heart and the music of their past to the curious little ones. With smiling eyes, they tell the stories of the enchanting spring when they lived in full bloom, their  camaraderie with the buds, the flowers, the twigs and with the birds. They proudly show the permanent scars they got in the scorching summer, and how they danced heartfully to the rhythm of the rains. With a heavy heart, they mention the racing aut...

          I read somewhere- " A successful writer is an amateur who didn't quit writing." I consider myself an immature writer ( a budding blogger  I use sometimes). Occasionally I find people who ask me - How I started writing? I find an incident worth sharing as a reply that gave words to my imagination. Nature made me a right-handed verbose(nothing to be hyped about). Somewhere between learning how to write alphabets to a huge mashup of vocabulary comprising Hindi, English, Kumaoni, Urdu, Punjabi, Bhojpuri and some meaningless (yet meaningful) slangs those crawled in my life, I developed a love for literature. Apart from this till the incident to me writing meant- writing, handwriting, cursive writing, etc. but nothing like creative writing. And that day all of a sudden it changed my perception for W.R.I.T.I.N.G (It wasn't a word now). I was in class 10th (September 2007) and one day out of boredom I wrote a few lines and then added a...

         I want to touch the Zenith, I want to fly high.  Away from my past, living in my present, I want to shine like stars. I want to fly high. As the birds are wandering over the sky, carefree. Away from any responsibility, away from any relation, I want to remain free. I want to fly high. Leaving my belongings behind, moving in the path I find. Away from any possession, Away from any emotion, I want to move ahead. I want to fly high. In the sea of labor The pearl of success is hidden. Away from any obstacle, Away from this unreal world, I want to sail in the silent sea. I want to fly high. Home [The Lost Me] ©The Lost Me (P.S.  Extracts from my personal diary, written in 2007 . 😃) Home [The Lost Me]

My Silly Desire The Lost Me A tiny droplet of rain fell sudden at my cheek. Season's first rain, my heart in pleasure bloomed. My past, I went to flashback, the days- so sweet have lost now. Gone the days we ran and played out in the rain.  A few clothes, soiled in mud, jumping, dancing to the heart's content.  No stress, no fear, no limits just shouting, enjoying the rain. Returned late when mother scolded, still trying to escape, run away from her grip, as prey from the lion's claws. Today again the desire has sprouted in my heart, scrounging my inner core- run out and play, go drench the heart! Somewhere the heart is hidden, the childhood one, enforcing me. That longing seems a great task but I can't help my heart. My heart- which longs to drench itself, unaware of my mind which warns- Have you gone mad? Everything is changed, those days, the days now. Then I was a child, Now I am stereotyped, grown-up. Finally, I h...

मैं अजन्मी, थी अजन्मी आैर अजन्मी रह गयी। Female Foeticide जन्म से पहले मरी, क्यों मेरी बलि चढ़ी ? क्या गुनाह था मेरा ? पूछती हूँ मैं खड़ी । सावन में ही नन्हीं कली पेड़ से बिछड़ गयी। मैं अजन्मी, थी अजन्मी आैर अजन्मी रह गयी। क्या मेरी माँ को सूझा, क्या मेरे पिता ने ठानी ! लिख दी मेरे लहु से मेरे जीवन की कहानी। क्यों भला एक अौर बेटी आज सूली चढ़ गयी ? मैं अजन्मी, थी अजन्मी आैर अजन्मी रह गयी माँ तू मेरी ढाल थी । तू मेरी आवाज थी । तू मेरा अतीत , भविष्य, वर्तमान थी । क्यों तेरे आँचल से ही साँस मेरी घुट गयी । मैं अजन्मी, थी अजन्मी आैर अजन्मी रह गयी। क्यों तू रूठी मुझको बता ? क्या मैंने की कोई ख़ता ? क्या हुआ था आज तुझको ? क्यों न आयी मुझ पर दया ? क्यों नहीं ये सुर्ख़ आँखें छलछला कर बह गयी । मैं अजन्मी, थी अजन्मी आैर अजन्मी रह गयी। रह रहा कर मैं चीखी, माँ माँ मैं कराही। क्या मेरी कमजाेर चीख माँ बता तू सुन ना पायी? तुझसे माँ कहने की आस आज दिल में रह गयी। मैं अजन्मी, थी अजन्मी आैर अजन्मी रह गयी। अगले बरस बेटा बनूँगी, तेरे लहु मैं फिर रहूँगी। ...

           I see the passenger trains, sooting  and whistling passing through the tracks, along with travelers' noise, I hear the tiny stones on the track it cracks. I am a broken bench lying  in the corner of a city station. Now I am useless but once I was a member of bench serving delegation. I was fractured by an inhuman who thought me emotionless and was delighted to break me, after crying over his perished fort of sand. From that day I am gazing continuously at the people who visit here. Humans are being disclosed in front of me revealing lost humanity layer-by-layer. Sometimes I see the depraved ones who come here to seek leisure in breaking, disturbing, so mean of them! Government's treasure. Sometimes I find dreamy eyes shining in the passengers' crowd. It's a newcomer again, his qualifications make him proud. After some time, I discover the delight of his eyes is lost. He is back empty-handed suffered...

Magnetic effect of Nainital! Nainital (as seen from my hostel)  Every morning when my eyes open I jump to the window; open it, feel the naive air, hold my coffee mug and rush downstairs towards the hostel mess to take tea. It is a cup meant for coffee but we are given tea here. "Good Morning Daaju, fill the cup full", - I say,  He pours the tea, I holding it in my hands walk out to enjoy the scenic beauty of  Nainital ! Sipping the tea, sitting on the parafeet of the K.P. Govt. Girls hostel, I enjoy the pleasant morning. The vast Taal (Naini taal) in front of me isn't still. Though it has no boats right now, I can see the crawling waves, increasing, decreasing spirals, and colliding small ones. The cool morning with a beautiful sunrise! The sun peeping through the clouds showering its rays on me. The first ray of light; touches me, gives a  scintillation , My eyes awestruck open wide, I feel how lucky I am to be here! ...

     Something is killing me, daily;  they say overdose is disastrous. I don't care, neither the disaster taking shape within me. More dead than alive! Moving in hand with the night to the place of dark; clouds of fear see my eyes, tears of pain. Experiences are bitter, and so are the people! The night is moving slowly. Every second takes my breath away. Hollows in my head, memories rotten; decayed, damaged, torn apart. The weight my Soul can't bear! You lost your every ray, you know it's a dead-end. You try to get up, pains you can't take; cracking bones, muscles tearing apart. You are an insomniac, awake to meet the Sun! Once the Sun comes, will wash the wounds away, will heal the pain. Hard time will be buried. He will lift you, take you in arms as if you are the only one he ever wanted and he is the one you all waited for. Till then are awake.. my eyes... SANGUINE! Explore Blog _ Home _ The Lost Me © The Lost Me (Midnight, Mar...

       The Lost Me (😃  The story is fiction inspired by some true incidents.) Some relations in our lives exist unnamed. We don't talk about those people, hardly hear about them. Still, they hold a special place in our memories. We were classmates since childhood, but all was not good between us. Being first, and second place holders in class, we had a natural ego conflict and competition. I liked him for many years. Years.. don't know where to count from, but I knew he didn't have ever thought about me. I last remember that we were in class 4th, and I was dying to sit next to him. However, in all those years and after too, the teachers never made our seating arrangement together. He was often too rude, and so was I. Attitude problem! He hated me for being the first place holder (at least I thought it that time 😃), and I saw him secretly through my books, during recess, at the playground, assembly hall, everywhere my eyes followed him. My ...