Scribbled Expressions

Sin

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Thu, 06 Jul 2017 08:03:00 +0000

Fire on the inside
Envy on the out
Ringing desires
Now indulge in the dark

Surprise Kiss

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Mon, 27 Jun 2016 18:30:00 +0000

She stepped out
And their eyes met
She went pale

He couldn't take the next step
Awkward distance was soon dismissed
With a small surprise kiss!!!

Evening Sky

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Tue, 12 Apr 2016 07:58:00 +0000

Princess feet

With her head held high

She spots a dolphin
In the evening sky!

Right in that moment!

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Fri, 08 Apr 2016 10:24:00 +0000

Right or Wrong?

The definition has always been debatable, and so has the basis of ‘what is what?’ It certainly is subjective, not only to people’s POV, but also to their situations, ambitions and many other factors. It is more like a combination of everything put together in that given point in time and state of the mind. Right is nothing but maybe a formula, or an equation that would crack or balance the circumstance then, to prove a result or simply stabilize the situation. Whatever works and makes it happen then, becomes right for us, because ultimately we all want it to work. But as we move on and look back, the same might not appear right to us. It then could be wrong to you or someone else who was not in that situation then.

The whole deal is about time. Being in that moment!

It is like questioning the clock why are its two sticks called hands, and why each are named a minute and an hour hand. And why do they move differently, and why are the different angles between them determining different times.

Questioning is good, but not all the time, else it becomes doubting. Same holds to judging every decision taken or move made.

Accept what you did or said, because you felt like it…. Right in that moment!

Love Story

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Wed, 23 Mar 2016 05:59:00 +0000

Yes they finally met

But the moment never happened

And they never kissed

All the love that was
Only in my head

Adventure is out there, waiting for you!

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Wed, 20 May 2015 07:15:00 +0000

It is hard to take a decision just like that…

When you know-not where you are headed to and what path you’ve to walk…

When you hear the future beckon you far in the distance

And you’re ready to toss the comfort of the zone you’ve since-forever been-in

When the calling is strong
And others say: Hey! What's wrong?

But the gut won’t shut

And the whispers of new dreams would clutter your head

Then you must give in

And give your belief a chance

While doubts mutter

Allow courage to take a stance

I know it’s hard to let go

To leave behind the grounds you’ve worked on for so long

Snapping all the strings won’t be easy

Apprehensions like butterflies in your tummy would make you a little dizzy

But you must move on

With head held high and dreams of a new life

Flap your wings to freedom

Because adventure is out there, waiting for you!

Panic Meter

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Tue, 19 May 2015 05:33:00 +0000

I can hear the bells of change ring at a distance

I can sense a whirlwind in by belly

My mind’s been fox-trotting

Raising the mercury of my panic meter a nano-bit

Every now and then

Poetry Prompts!

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Thu, 07 May 2015 07:04:00 +0000

Prompts excite creativity. They ignite the fire of a dreamy-eyed weaver. The stoned thoughts are soon set to roll. Fantasies get fins that let you swim to the depths of the zones un-ventured. Triggered by a similar challenge on twitter by fieryverse, came along two new #micropoetry

Stained hands

Urging to sin

Squelching hope

Lecherous for the kill.

#fieryverse #firstattempt #micropoetry #stainedhands

He’s on a prowl

With blood stained cruel hands

Lust will stab love, deep

#fieryverse #haiku #micropoetry #stainedhands

Happy International Dance Day!

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Wed, 29 Apr 2015 08:06:00 +0000

Pumping, thumping, racing, tapping, swaying, jumping and grooving. My soul compels my body to plunge into the celebration of life called dance. Each time the music plays (within or outside), the dancer within rises to loosen all apprehensions and snap the strings that bounds me. I rejoice everything I am, and I am not, when I dance. It is when I dance, I get to meet the unseen, real and raw me, who loves just going with the rhythm. I feel every beat with my heart pounding out and making each breath precious to keep it going. I stretch and squeeze, fall and rise, move in all directions and express feelings that lie locked within. Dear Dance, you bring the performer out in me with a faith that ensures creativity is unlimited.

While they say dance like nobody is watching you, I rather believe that when I dance, the world must watch me in jubilation. Happy International Dance Day!

LEARNING EN ROUTE THE SANDS OF TIME

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Tue, 07 Apr 2015 11:25:00 +0000

Wandering without focus in the dessert of desires, I often fall upon the ground to taste the sands of time. Gathering my jolted efforts, I raise my head up again quite quickly. My eyes suffused with liquid dreams of a world so plush. Clutching the grainy-gold and bringing it close to my chipped lips; I blow it gently like my wishful eyelash…

Drops of forgiveness are spilled soon, embracing the phase of learning en route. Darkness and chill of the desert by night is making my spirit numb, but my soul awaits the sun of opportunity to warm it soon, because it’s yet not the end.

The Disconnected Connect

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Mon, 06 Apr 2015 12:43:00 +0000

Little time and many distractions have already left 24 hours in a day quite less for us. Being too prone to information in a swipe and just a few taps on our latest gadgets has reduced our attention span to a few seconds. Like the many tabs on our browser screen, several scattered thoughts and wants clog our mind-space. We greed for a little of everything, and the race to achieve it all unknowingly leads us into a relay of display. Check-ins, selfies, posy-pictures, and more of these sociable displays of our oh-so-awesome-life have become a routine and mandatory addiction, which when avoided leaves us attention deprived. More than capturing the essence of the moment spent with your favourite people and preserving a memory in a picture, it appears like a validation of our happening lifestyles. Mindless imitations have distorted the true state of happiness. Our messed up perceptions now project fake expectations that are triggered by looking at other’s social display of their oh-so-awesome-life, which when not met leaves us foiled. Believe it or not we are now living in an unknown state of instant ‘constant comparisons’. These, our virtual acts are becoming the cause of real time rifts in our relationships, also our thought process.

The physical touch has been easily swiped clean by calibrated digital devices. So, a real get together happens after a longer span than a quick group chat. An invite is rather emailed, clicked and whatsapped or an event is created more conveniently than actually being hand delivered. Though we have amassed a lot of friends on social platforms, but when we are low we have no shoulder to cry, no human support but just beeping phone with a feeling of being stuck in a void.

Though none of us will be against it completely (neither am I), but each of us are both addicted and affected by the same in certain ratio. While these virtual platforms span the distances of different time zones and yet keep us connected and updated about even our acquaintances or not so liked people and distantly related ones too, it yet keeps us disconnected. Which otherwise might be okay, but is changing the definition of relationships and value time spent with your dear ones. Thus, making the whole affair a Disconnected Connect!

UNQUIET

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Mon, 09 Mar 2015 06:31:00 +0000

The constant din in her head is maddening,

Her inside is not at peace,

She did run away far into woods,

But the quiet is hard to reach. ‪

But I Think There's More To Me!

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Wed, 17 Sep 2014 13:05:00 +0000

But I think I am more, much more than I know of me. Beyond what I think I can ever be. Deep within and under wraps, there lies a little unexplored side to see. Quiet, yet active subconsciously. The masquerade side that plays hide & seek. It sings out loud and stirs a storm, but tough it is to know the words of the song. So I dive in the depths of my thoughts, try and figure out their source. I struggle to trace back the signs, fiddle a little with my soul divine. Listen to the sound it makes, with not ears but my heart, the echoes of which begin to get sparse. I run, jump, walk and bend to see, if it’s hiding in there, beneath. I go all around helplessly. Buzzing with commotion, I become fidgety. Tired and fatigued, I sit down with my head drooping low. Unable to settle the ripping roar, I feel it hurting me and making my inside a little sore. Mood bird now singing a melancholy, it flutters in a higgledy-piggledy state. Soon, salty drops begin to drip. And I begin to reflect. Finally the inside dialogue begins. Cleansing the misunderstandings, pouring out all petty woes of sensitivity; soon I hear the saddened me speak out to me merrily. Yes I am happy, but I still think, there’s more to me.

Midnight Creativity & Inspiration!

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Sat, 02 Aug 2014 19:38:00 +0000

Art & craft classes from school times have had a deep impact on how I looked at things. It was such an achievement when we were taught to recreate and make useable and interesting material out of the old, outdated and the crap. Since then 'Creativity' had me awed. Throwing or parting with things that they called waste, soon became complicated for me. I began looking at the no-more-of-any-use stuff with a different perspective, the perspective of recreation, the perspective of repurpose, the perspective of remission or say the perspective of being reborn from the ashes.

Last night, after a several years, I finally found time from my no-time-for-real-recreation-life; kept myself away from drifting into virtual world yet again, and finally wrapped 2 cardboard boxes with plain white side of torn shopping bags. These became trays to organize by stuff in my drawer. But what happened next was even more fulfilling. It was like, "Nothing creates like creativity" or should I rephrase it by saying " Creativity begets creativity". And aah! so fulfilling and inspiring two quotes, as if the reused boxes enlightened me to come up with some words of wisdom:

"If I can find a new opportunity for just being good at the only thing I can do, imagine the kind of treasure you can discover with your many capabilities."

"Leading a recycled life of being useful is worthier than being a useless piece of junk."

A V-Day Letter: Goodbye to you for my newfound love

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Sat, 15 Feb 2014 06:37:00 +0000

Hey,

I am writing and confessing this after much thought. And all this while it has been hard to articulate it, after rehearsing several beginnings and ends, here’s what I have to finally tell you…

You were once my love and there were times I looked forward to be back in you arms, but over all this time I now have a newfound love for whom I can sacrifice all the importance and place you ever held in my life. This I know could be quite shocking and parting surely is never that easy and even I miss you a lot, but when I see the smile of my newfound love, your remotest of thoughts and memories leave me.

All this while I was trying to hold on to you and was finding ways of being together, but life made me to make a choice and accept this change, so I can maintain a right rhythm and find a new balance. I know it's going to be tough, all the more for me, as I have a long history with you, one that has been witnessed and told by the linen on my bed and I am going to miss the mushy nights spent with you. But all I can say and that too without any regrets is that I am letting you go, for what matters most is my newfound love and I can just do anything for our love story to bloom.

Goodbye Sleep, my newfound love- my Baby Girl is up and waiting for me.

Let me know if a few secret meetings could help you get even with it.

Once yours lovingly,

Now proud mommy,

Himani~ Being Mom(me)

Through the looking glass…

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Thu, 24 Oct 2013 07:38:00 +0000

A porcelain beauty, dressed in creamy white flowing attire. Her body carved in a curvaceous perfection, her complexion like that of a spotless lily, her choco-blond tresses, rose bud cheeks and tulip petal lips…. she was an immaculate beauty. A glance at her would make you believe that fairy tale princesses are for real. Her smile had the power to herald spring, her glow could light a million desires, her melodious voice could make the tides take a high leap… she was like the tranquil, breezy, moonlit night by a serene waterfall. Heavens would bow down beneath her feet to caress her tender feet. She had it all- the name, fame, money and glamour, but her eyes…

Her eyes were grey in pain, deep and lonely like a dried up well, as if someone had unlocked her heart and stole away her soul. Though she’d hide it well under the veil of her beauty and smile, but the mirror was hard to betray. When she’d peep into that looking glass, a mere eye contact of the girl in the reflection would set her crystal-eyes spell pearls. Slowly ruining the calm in them and turning them a fiery red in hurt, like fresh bruises on her faith.

Despite of being blessed with abundance, there was something gravely amiss in her life. But for how long could she escape the reflection in the mirror. So, she finally met the eyes of the girl in the looking glass, who made her feel vulnerable. She stood naked in front of her, staring hard at her while she mocked at the utter hollowness of her blessed looks.

After hours of self-pity, the other side of her stopped the torture. Having shed all the covers of apprehensions and by embracing her naked self, the regret had left her too. She realized her soul was not stolen; it only lay there aloof, locked in memories of one whom she’d given herself to and did not deserve her. Shaking off the self-built shackles of devotion towards that demon, she finally felt the numbness wear off. Self-love and respect now flowed back into her arteries, making her warm again. And that’s when the curve of her smile lit up her no longer grey eyes, gleam in acceptance. And through the looking glass, she heard herself talk after ages…

“It’s okay to let go those who don’t deserve you. A lot of such people have a role to play, so as to twist the tale of your storyline; but forget not that you are the protagonist on the stage of your life.”

PS: A rough piece of random scribbling from college days made me re-craft this piece. This one is for anyone who has had a tough time in accepting the reality (whatsoever its nature be) and had to fight self ‘through the looking glass’. As I wrote it, I also thought of some dear ones, hope you find the courage to be back being yourself again, soon!

Darkness is the shade of light...

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Wed, 18 Sep 2013 07:42:00 +0000

Darkness dwells in the shade of light, which is just its other side... True to say that its existence is inevitable, but this can't be the theory of your life.

For you are bright and brimming with talent, don't let the winds blow off your fire... With the desire to glow forever, burn the dark in you to bring out more light.

And when the darkness surrounds and surmounts you over, shake it off and embrace love... Send out words of gratitude and recall all happy memories... Let the darkness have a vision of good in your life and witness the shade of light...

Harness positivity to fuel actions that will fill the missing blocks of your life!

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Tue, 03 Sep 2013 08:41:00 +0000

Beyond and above all selfishness, there’s a free zone of goodness and positivity. But to reach that outer space one has to propel past from woes, worries, vices and all the negativity. Often the situations grip you and might hijack your brain, draining all your energies and directing them towards situations not under your control. Stop, detach and cut your emotions that very moment. Align all issues at hand in points. Analyze and prioritize them for a solution each. List out all possible solutions. See what and how much is workable and under your control. And finally sort out those problem-solution combos that are in contradiction.

All this might require a great deal of your rationale mind and lot more energy to stop your already-on-roll negativity. It is like changing the current of your thought streams. If need be, jot them on a piece of paper or use the voice recorder on your phone. If comfortable chat it out with a friend or think of it as someone else’s problem because most of us are good at solving it for others, but unable to clear it out for self; which is fine and normal, like a doctor can’t operate a dear one of their own, similarly we too get emotionally involved and surrounded by love for our life.

We keep staring at the path that we wanted our life to take and instead we miss out on the other opening that awaits us. Though that other opening might have a flicker of light guiding you or could be a path packed with sheer darkness, but have faith in what you have asked for and when you ask, ask sensibly and with full belief. Things will move, they might take some time, but soon they will reach you and fill the missing blocks of your life when it actually must.

YOU!

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Sat, 31 Aug 2013 07:58:00 +0000

Occurrence of some awful events and presence of some mean people in your life can turn your life upside down. They can rob you off your happiness and suck the energies away. It takes time to grow your self-back and resurrect your confidence. In such times, create no opinions about your self and pass no judgment on your capabilities. But let the phase simply pass by, have faith on time and it shall heal all the hurts and ease the pain you bear now.

Let nothing stop you from loving your art. Make the passion stay.

Don’t ask much from yourself. Just enjoy being YOU!

मौसम-ए-साज़ पे थिरकता मन-मयूर

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Wed, 21 Aug 2013 14:48:00 +0000

मौसम ने छेड़ा कुछ ऐसा साज़,

कि बादलों का टूटा ठहराव,

झूम के बरसी फिर ये घटा काली,

आसमानी जलतरंग ने फैलाई फिर धरती पर हरियाली,

मिटटी का हर कण उछल-उछल कर भीगा,

इसकी सोंधी खुशबू ने फिर किया आलम को मदमस्त और रंगीला,

देख भूधरा का भीगा आँचल,

ठंडी हवा भी संग लहराई,

हर चित्त जो था गर्मी से व्याकुल,

इस बहार-ए-बरखा ने ठंडक पहुचाई,

पंछियों ने भी खूब उठाया आनंद इस घड़ी का,

गाये गान प्यार के, फड़-फड़ाए पंख इकरार के,

भूल के हर बात, अगली-पिछली,

प्यास बुझाई चित्त और आत्मा की,

देखो इस झड़ी ने क्या है रंग लगाये,

मन्न जो हो उठे चंचल, तो फिर कहीं लग ना पाए,

हर दम अब नया कोई नगमा ये दिल गुन-गुनाता है,

अल्फाजों के पर लगा, दूर तक घूम के आता है,

गुज़रते हुए यादों के बगीचों से,

ये कभी सूखी पढ़ी, खुशियों की डालों पर आँख का पानी छलकाता है,

तो कभी गीलें ग़मों के पत्तों को, मुस्कान की धुप से सुखाता है,

इस मौसम-ए-साज़ की तरन्नुम को सुन,

देखो कैसे जिया भावुक हो जाता है,

इन बादलों के संग बरसने से,

कई बार ये मन भी हल्का हो जाता है,

समेट फिर ज़िन्दगी का सार,

संग हो हर रंग फिर एक बार,

आसमान फिर सुकून का ध्वज लहराता है,

देख उस इन्द्रधनुष को, मन-मयूर फिर आशावादी हो थिरकने लग जाता है.

Dawn is not too away from the dark

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Thu, 15 Aug 2013 05:42:00 +0000

Bound in shackles yet again

Of the vices that are my off springs

Seldom did I know

That the seeds of sweat and blood my freedom martyrs had sown

Would reap so much corruption and greed someday…

Today I am on the brink of collapse

As they divide me into portions of a meal

But would their hunger ever be satiated???

But each time an innocent little child salutes at my flag

The dreams in his eyes, take me back to that fresh breath of freedom

That I once experienced…

The sound of my anthem stirs up national spirits

And melodious praise of my youth…

The sounds of ‘Jaye He’, ‘Vande Matram’ and ‘Sare Jahan Se Acha, Hindustan Humara’ brim me with hopeful tears of glory…

And oh! The whiff of patriotism then…

It stirs my soul giving me hope

That the dawn is not too away from the dark

I wait for my freedom yet again…

Raindrops

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Fri, 02 Aug 2013 08:23:00 +0000

Beating the blaze,

You dazzle down to quench,

Seeping into the earthly souls,

Fulfilling desires,

Oh! Heavenly bliss...

Tranquil all rage with your love.

You're free to be... your true self!

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Sat, 20 Jul 2013 08:44:00 +0000

That sadness in your eyes…

Silently sobs and whispers… of how I have failed you and your love

They are in pain of disregard and disrespect, done by me…unto you

But they contain the agony very silently to themselves

Questioning me what wrong have I done?

Arms that have liberated me

And embraced me to a happy world…

… are now tied by my possessive love

I am sorry I did it to you….

I regret all the sorrow and the pain…

…I know my love is not mature as yours

But is surely growing up…

Even I wish to liberate you …

The way you have done to me…

And from today itself I shall try and be…absolutely carefree…

I love you but have no rights to bound you…

I loved you for what and who you were and are…

So shall you remain like that….

You are free…To be …

All that makes you …your true self!

The Other Side of Life

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Wed, 03 Jul 2013 11:39:00 +0000

Life can often be bewildering. You can’t always call it unfair but it can certainly be absurd and astounding. Events keep happening uncontrollably, leaving you exhausted. As you try coping with it, thinking you’ve had enough, deserve better and no more of it, there’s something else awaiting you. Each time it's a new experience, demanding in many ways, monetarily, mentally, physically and emotionally. Leaving you exhausted.

Such moments, if you notice, make you more mature, experienced, strong and weak at the same time. You lose a great deal of yourself, acquire few new traits, recollected your shattered self and discover a new side of you too. All of it is disturbing enough, and would mostly leave you wondering… how would it be to have a smooth and peacefully perfect life?

And that’s when you sense this feeling of undoing and redoing situations/ behaviours to make it all work perfectly. You keenly imagine the other side of life. Had it not been this way, how beautiful would it be. But then deep down somewhere you know, there would have been some other aspect or adversity, which could have been much graver. So much that of course you cannot imagine, quite like you never imagined this phase of life.

But you see how human mind is, always keen on the other side of life, the other side of the coin, the other side of a person or may be self and how we always find the grass greener on the other side. There's certainly a pull on the other side, the probabilities of possibilities that keep us unsatisfied and leave us manipulating.

Truly the other side can be anything, it can be full of rosy fantasies or unbearable horrors. Which is why life keeps throwing a blend of experiences because we can never manage balancing ourselves on the either edges always.

Unstoppable Beats!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Himani A. Gupta) — Thu, 27 Jun 2013 11:27:00 +0000

I crave for your sweet voice,

To pour love into me,

Stir back those dormant desires,

And melt my heart into a symphony,

Kiss me with your warm breath,

And let my lips tremble,

Allow your words to cast a spell,

Setting in strong currents,

Bringing alive my slumbering soul,

Igniting sensations, reviving passion,

Yet again into a thousand trillion, unstoppable beats!!