Friday, April 4, 2014

Dior J 'adore

Like morning raaga, it fills the heart
That kiss of sun, sparkling on the shoulder 
Like the golden mischief that glints in your eyes 
Like a gypsies magic, it spells all around 
A little bit of honey and a lot of dew 
A waif of air that carries folklore 
The rustic elegance and the high heels of sophistication 
Mysterious allure, and a mystic appeal. 
Hidden beneath a layer of mist. 
Spring is there in every step
When it simmers on my skin like a fresh sunbeam.


A to Z Challenge 2013: Dreamcatcher

Thursday, April 3, 2014


Bedazzled, besotted
are the alleys of my heart
Ah! The gift of love


P.S: Not at all happy with the post. But I think I should be happy for the simple fact that at least I wrote something. All thanks to my Write Tribe.

A to Z Challenge 2013: Broken Yet Intact 

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

An Invocation to my Muse

My muse is a pesky soul; an embodiment of disobedience. I give in to her whims and fancies and let her tame me. But during this A to Z 2014 Challenge, I seek the power to tame the mighty her so that she dances on the tip of my nib and lets me write in abundance, in joy, an in glory divine.


A to Z Challenge 2013: April and the Autumn Leaves

Saturday, October 26, 2013

A sinner I am

25 October 2013

I had this feeling that i am going to die today. In my imagination i saw death today. There, in those dingy by-lanes of that world, it looked straight in my eyes. I can't say if i was afraid or not. May be i was. May be i was not. But the only thing that crossed my mind was the thought of these two people.

1. Him
2. Maa

There was this crazy sensation that ran through my veins. I found solace by looking at my watch. It saved me from the harsh clutches of this imaginary death.

(I did not write about the third thing that ran down me. It was about what will happen to my blog. )


By the time the day ended, I have sinned. I pray for strength, peace, and  li'l bit of forgiveness. Hope i will be granted at least a small packet of each.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

वक़्त बह चला

चाहा तो था की पन्ने भर दूँगी
शब्दो को पिरो के जाल बुन दूँगी
इन गहराइयों में समंदर है
या कोई खाई- समेट कर इन्हे मुट्ठी में भर लूँगी

सन्नाटो के परतो पे सतरंगी संसार बसे  है 
सीपियो और सहेलियो में 
अंतर तो कुछ भी नही
क्या सोचा था और क्या जोड़ती चली गई
शब्दों के मायने वक़्त ले चला बहा 

अहसास आज कुछ इस तरह से उमड़े है
काग़ज़ो के साँचे में ढलना गवारा नही
खामोशियो की ज़ुबानी
भूले बिसरे ही सही
दिल तक झीनी झीनी सी दस्तक
पहुचाती  तो होगी

And so like this, footloose emotions and far from organized thoughts tangle forever with words. Not always they mean something. But at sudden burst of moments they mean the world to me.  And so like this, today, with random and free-flowing juxtaposition of words, MyWhiteWindow celebrates her glorious sixth anniversary.  

Thank you for being an integral part of my journey. Without you all, it would not have been this much memorable and worthwhile.


Word of the Day is: 
Kintsukuroi: (Japanese) "to repair with gold"; the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.
My blog stands as a witness to my Kintsukuroi moments. Rather it stands as my broken pottery repaired with gold.

The word has been suggested by Sri (Sridevi Datta) who blogs here at Bhelpuri Unlimited. Thank you so much Sri.


Special Mention: 

  • Corinne who blogs here at Everyday Gyan. This year blogging would not have been this much glorious without her efforts and best wishes. In terms of writing and blogging, this has been my best year. Thank you Corry. 
  • Write Tribe


P:S: Subinoy, a good friend of mine has gifted my blog her own domain name. So did you guys notice it? But in the process, I have lost all the Facebook likes and g+1 shares. This makes me sad indeed. Please guide me on how can I restore them back.