tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27780462047463480992024-10-04T20:49:39.454-07:00Swaati Sevlani Hold water and fire together, so that you can touch the zenith from the Nadir.Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-30380639751195793492014-03-03T23:04:00.000-08:002014-03-03T23:08:47.718-08:00Wipe it off!
Courtesy: Google Images
Your dry lips were beautiful than,
The bold red lipstick on it,
Wipe it off, you had the beautiful face.
Take off that mask,
And the unusual shades,
Why you are so packed in your handbags?
Lady, woman, female,
Gentle lady, obsolete soul,
Why you are still so same?
Wet smudged eyes,
Your big eyes are divine,
But, why they always cries?
You earn, learn and move,
YouSwati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-5571909095556410492014-02-06T05:13:00.000-08:002014-02-06T05:27:00.501-08:00Silly pages! Poor Papers!
To the thousand pieces torn from A3, A4 sizes of paper..
And sometimes half of A4 fixed in some spiral diaries,
Getting detached with the stretching holes...
Thank you for carrying my silly poems,
Thank you for making me good to previous one...
Thanks for removing some unwanted weeds growing in my mind and some useful emotions which were about to reap...
Thank you paper and pages for Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-48477340563027208672014-01-06T06:48:00.000-08:002014-01-06T06:48:59.624-08:00Unattainable Horizon
Land of multi-horizons,
A horizon beyond the barren grounds,
A horizon appealing dusk and dawn,
A horizon of expectations,
A horizon of unattainable love,
A horizon of dreams and horizon of my thoughts.
I started moving ahead thinking its nearby,
Now I realize its the same distance left to travel,
The way earlier it was.
-Swati Sevlani
Copyrights, 2014
Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-45370364756543626202014-01-06T06:37:00.000-08:002014-01-06T06:37:39.327-08:00The Long Way Back Home
Where the edges and corners of rocks turn smooth,
And star accompanies me at their best till morning,
Until the dark vanishes and sun breaks the dawn.
Where the love is associated with selfless things and cups of being high priestess..
Where the motherhood ends with lullaby and without lullaby.
Yes, I am back to home,
The long way back home.
Not alone but the place of solitude,Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-74090853358056823552013-11-05T05:12:00.000-08:002013-11-08T11:14:45.307-08:00Soft-toys have their own world
And regardless of my hatred towards soft-toys,
I opened a cupboard of lil girl last night,
Some piled on teddy bears,
Buttoned eyes and elevated noses,
Different skins and peels,
And very different they appeal.
And zoozoo do communicate,
Doreamon without dora cakes,
A ferocious tiger who stayed away.
Bride wait for her beloved with all the
love bestowed in her eyes,
And a parrot Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-69629943864492185002013-10-27T13:26:00.000-07:002013-11-03T21:31:29.583-08:00Leaving your city in the dark
Anger spread like poison in the blood,
The venomous fangs of her,
Bitten and forgotten every minute..
The cheeks flushed, heart burned,
The morbid desires of being close,
Never happened in any fortnight.
Lost in the strange city,
Anonymous to the known faces,
I hardly speak and hardly could smile,
When everyone see me grinning,
Showing white teeth like absolute bunny.
Obsessed by the single Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-11156657836369878442013-10-14T04:34:00.000-07:002013-10-24T11:29:43.203-07:00Dussehra
Every atom was prayed well,And every particle is drowned in water now..Earlier prayed with fire,Is settling in aqua now..And the process of praying durgaji, Ganesha keep going. We bring them and we submerged them in a water pot. Just because its the phenomenon of learning attachments and detachments. Attaching ourselves to the garland, flowers, prayers and the idols are not worth until you Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-37642140027732406532013-10-10T03:02:00.002-07:002013-10-10T03:03:15.341-07:00Smile
And the corners of her lips stretched slowly as if it contains an era of happiness and centuries of joy....The lips stretched themselves at its best and eyes of viewers were closing so slowly, in an intention to freeze her every curve and turn of her lips...She said "hey" and people called her darling...the witty...and the beauty of her ancient origin...Yes...she was never angry but when she Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-28023798101326630302013-09-12T04:06:00.000-07:002013-09-13T04:49:23.952-07:00I don't know where the world is going!
I don't know where the world is going. 21 grams of love, 90 decibels of shouting, 0 carat of faith, life in super-fast pace, where the food is fast and fasting people eat.
I really don't know where the world is going. Mini notebooks, microphones and nano size heart, where the crime journalism is progressing because more than half of the world is hating and less than half of watching them Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-35351321922147808982013-08-29T02:25:00.002-07:002013-08-29T02:25:39.638-07:00102nd Post on this blogSwati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-8639354637679905602013-08-29T01:42:00.003-07:002013-08-29T01:48:58.601-07:00Gone Away!
Dark Poetry by Swati Sevlani
(This is 101th poem of my blog "Ink Pen" now is named after me.)
I want to thank Alexandre, Analia, Dianne, Arpna and Elvy for regular feedbacks on my blog. I miss you guys and will always miss you. I am very upset that sometimes, writing so many things, no one read them. This things upsets more when someone is blogging. I will keep Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-72126596289239995212013-08-22T00:04:00.000-07:002013-08-22T00:04:33.064-07:00Because I can't bear the Pain.
I am not made to please you, asks you, love you...
I am not the one who will mold according to you,
And try to be in platonic love,
I am a human, I do have emotions,
Needs, desires and calories..
I am in pain, I am getting grilled,
To serve a roasted toast to you.
But this is an end, that was an end,
To serve you with gender discrimination,
With burned emotions,
And bloodSwati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-86984759955301686362013-08-06T05:42:00.000-07:002013-08-06T05:48:01.795-07:00Thoughts to Pour
Sacrifices after Sacrifices,
Adjustments after Adjustments,
Tears after Pain,
Demands after Desires.
The Unending Human Demands
And Unending Unsatisfied Supply!
Lost Lasting Prayers,
When Turns to Objects,
And Faith Arises
After Heartbreaks.
The Favors comes,
With Beast and the War.
The Tongue Tied
Speaks Loud in Silence.
The Lighten Room
While Midnight.
The Rejection
Happens only Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-14904944427252719812013-08-05T01:07:00.004-07:002013-08-05T01:11:12.590-07:00The Hermit
I failed and fell down, I decided to measure the depths of my failures and I always wanted to go abyss. I wanted to kill my emotions and every motion. I always wanted to be static in the deep ocean and feels like meditation. I decided not to push away anything and let me fall, deep inside, myself and from this superficial world. I dive underwater and underbody and undersoul. Now, I have Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-67840377086487183802013-07-31T04:13:00.002-07:002013-07-31T04:13:34.155-07:00The Last Leaf
"The Last Leaf"
(From the garden of home)
Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-4318306577833620792013-06-09T06:19:00.004-07:002013-06-09T06:19:36.070-07:00Dainik Bhaskar covering my story insight
Dainik Bhaskar, City Bhaskar, Indore
Dated 8th June, 2013.Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-23421859606595554762013-06-05T08:19:00.004-07:002013-06-05T08:19:48.464-07:00Newly Introduced
My Old Introduction:
Some say SSS, some say Swati. Different tags from everyone. Angles are many and changed with every single degree. Time is different and fate varies with every second. I don't know the exact introduction but I know the soul existing in me.
I am a die hard fan of my own. I just love myself..
I am damn crazy to learn from incidences. The incidences on which I experiment, theSwati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-88524387085584510912013-05-06T07:57:00.000-07:002013-05-06T08:37:31.439-07:00Dissolve
The flaunting hearts of all aged love. The chocked voice after being in love. The stubborn of being melancholy.The slaves of lost hearts. The chaos of being together again. The definition of kin is still the same. The feelings undergoes permanent change. The silent wishes are whispered in dark nights. Gone with the time, the memory was. A strong piece of reminiscence of passing away of a soul. Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-44788424968206271322013-05-06T07:55:00.004-07:002013-05-06T08:40:56.472-07:00Pack Up!
No true love coming from anywhere. Locked up in dark. The words are so shallow. Life seems so superficial. People are fake. How can soul be real. Songs have lost their meanings. Work piled up on table. I usually forget to turn off the night lamp. The friends are distant. The poetry is undone on last page. The last pages are diary. Sometimes like a corporate slave. Former pages with schedules Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-54366772128784890372013-03-31T02:42:00.001-07:002013-03-31T02:52:01.373-07:00Times of India Blogging Article
I feel so proud to say that my blogs "Ink Pen" and "This Friday Releases" were part of today's coverage in the "Times of India" Sunday Special Edition of Indore dated 31 March, 2013. Very happy that number of visitors increased from this morning early. Also want to thank Pallavi who took my telephonic interview for this.
And yes, thanks to the visitors who kept on giving feedback. :)
P.S.Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-7676411403628023272013-03-05T04:57:00.000-08:002013-03-05T04:57:00.134-08:00horizon loveCome with me,
To a place,
Where there is a horizon,
Which never comes,
But sees close to us!
Where we will walk,
Till the end and
The horizon will never come,
To next many births and
We would promise to be
With each other,
Forever and ever,
Like a horizon spread across the sky,
Through the globe and
Surrendered in universe,
For universal love.
(left writing poetry, trying my hand again after Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-90090951548259784902013-01-14T06:25:00.001-08:002013-01-14T06:25:54.335-08:00Writing is the only love I am left with
Though the collective ideas and known faces are bleeding inside my brain, I think of only one thing i.e. "The Purpose of Life". Everyone is feeling BLANK these days, if not BLANK, they feel BLEU but why they don't find a rainbow spectrum or the white light of their dreams, of their purposes.
I am not writing because writing helps me to get into dilemma. Writing helps me to seek my Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-44941138733353130652012-12-23T13:30:00.000-08:002012-12-23T13:30:18.339-08:00If Someday!
If someday, I ll be flat without any curves near nose, no circles around my eyes and no folded skin on my forehead, no smiley curve on my face and you will also go blind.
Will you be able to recognize me with my touch and no voice?
Will I be ask to carry a smiling mask of Vendetta?
Will I be able to smile with all my heart, even when there is no fold on my lips?
Will you be able to see Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-67145994491702973732012-12-18T10:44:00.001-08:002012-12-18T10:44:49.570-08:00Music
I never liked listening the music before. I liked few songs but these days I am listening to "The Beatles", Paul Mc Cartney, Pink Floyd, Coldplay, Enrique again, Amos Lee and many other brands.
I am loving it!!!
Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778046204746348099.post-87178874967806602512012-12-17T11:26:00.001-08:002012-12-17T11:42:57.977-08:00Love: An Empty Bottle
Life is like an empty bottle thrown on river, you really don't know to whom it will reach. This empty bottle is actually empty from negativity.
Courtesy: 123RF Website (They retain all copyrights)
This empty bottle contains perfumes of your aura, fragrance of your love and all your love letters locked in it with feelings in it. It floats free even when it is quite heavy from Swati Shobha Sevlanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11518286824893709787noreply@blogger.com1