Maya Angelou is undoubtedly one of my favourite poets..and she cemented her place in my heart when I accidentally stumbled upon the following poem..I am one of those people who seeks divine intervention in the form of creativity when I'm upset..Yes I drown my sorrows in a Belgian Chocolate ice cream tub..but I have found reading to be infinitely more satisfying and of course better for my waistline...this poem is dedicated to every girl, who maybe feels insecure for a while...well kiss that insecurity goodbye

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.

You know how sometimes Life takes you on this bumpy road..and you don't really have the right kind of tyres to ensure a smooth ride..
Have you ever sat in a room full of people you loved, people you knew and did not know. And felt as if you were not there at all.
And this is not a depressing thought actually. Sometimes when nobody can understand you probably because you were made slightly more mad..just pick up a pen(or in my case a touch screen phone) and write...


A Single bird on a lonesome tree
A hollowed out shell swept in by the Sea
An outcast weed growing amid the green
An only fish that swims for miles around the Sea

As empty as a temple thats lost its soul
As vacant as a port when the last ship has sailed
When the last rays of sunlight caress the Earth
When absolute happiness turns into a stranglehold


By Nandita Mehta

These days the smallest things make me cry..
and even the happiest times don't evoke a tiny smile..

They say nothing has changed..
then why do I feel this cold draft of the unfamiliar

They say things have to change..
then why do I yearn for the old belonging

I want things to be the way they were..the way I thought they were meant to be
So tell me, do I ask for too much when I ask for what was once mine..the love I had promised myself forever

Come in,
shut the door.
Welcome to my world of take some more

Sit down,
don't use your might
Don't worry, I won't put up a fight

I won't ask why
I won't scream
I won't even create a scene

I won't squeal
I won't feel
I won't even ask why this and why me

But when the night falls
and the moon is high
when I am lying alone with just my sighs

I will let my tears roll deep
Coz atleast then nobody will ask me why I weep..
Nobody will ask me why I don't sleep.

By Nandita Mehta

Love

Whoever said Love is easy..love is divine and finer than wine(ok I made up the last part) has clearly never been in love!

So what gives me the authority to talk about this elusive emotion..I believe I have been in love..the kind that is puppy..the kind that is ruled by over-eager hormones..here are a few misconceptions all cleared up...haven't you heard the following lines..

Love is eternal
Love changes you for the better
Love completes you like no other..

Have you really given these a deeper thought..gone beyond the rosiness per say. I have, and this is what I feel

Love is not eternal...
your capacity to feel it is,
no matter the time,place or number of heartbreaks

Love doesn't change you for the better...
you're just more clued in to your already existing weaknesses
and therefore you make it all better

Love doesn't complete you.
yes most of the times you feel incomplete without your other half
but tell me did these completion/non completion feelings ever bother your lonesome single self?

I think all this and then I think none..
Coz then a man comes along and leaves me undone.
His name is Pablo Neruda and he is an eternal romantic..

"there is only your glance against so much emptiness,
only your light against extinction,
only your love to shut out the shadows"
Pablo Neruda

I believe all this and then I believe love

A Love Poem

Once I was a beautiful shell
Giving life to the creatures of the sea
Tides and time pounded on me, breaking me bit by bit

Then I was stuck nowhere to go...
The barnacles found a place to dwell
But Mother Ocean gave me a second chance

The tides washed me upon the shore
There I lay waiting in the sun, dull and chipped and ugly
Then, you came along and found me

The barnacles were picked, the sand washed off
You polished me up and brought out my luster...
I'm still chipped with imperfections
But you laid me out for everyone to see...
The beautiful colors inside me

Now I'm shiny with colors and gold
The tides have yet to see me grow old
With the tenderness and care you gave me
I am once again a beautiful shell

Author unknown

चले वो कदम-कदम जो स ाथ मेरे,
तो उसके स ाथ स े प्यार हो जाए...
थामे जो प्यार स े हाथ मेरा,
तो अपने हाथ स े प्यार हो जाए...

जिस रात आए ख्वाबों में वो,
उस स ुहानी रात स े प्यार हो जाए...
जिस बात में आए जिक्र उसका,
तो उस ी बात स े प्यार हो जाए...

जब पुकारे प्यार स े मेरा नाम,
तो अपने ही नाम स े प्यार हो जाए...

Zara....!

The following lyrics speak to me...look into my soul while I shed a tear or three


Zara nazar utha ke dekho
baithe hai hum yahi
bekhabar mujhse kyon ho
itne bure bhi hum nahi

teri ankhon ka jaadu
poori duniya pe hai
duniya ki is bheed mein
sabse peeche hum khade

zamaane ki baaton mein uljho na
hai yeh asaan jaan na
khud se agar tum pucho
hai hum tumhare ki nahi

teri ankhon ka jaadu
poori duniya pe hai
duniya ki is bheed mein
sabse peeche hum khade

mehfilein aayi aur gayi
log aaye aur gaye
tum jo aaj aaye ho
dil mein ho bas gaye

muskura ke baat taalo na
phir miloge jo kahi
dekhna yahi kahoge
itne bure the hum nahi

teri ankhon ka jaadu
poori duniya pe hai
duniya ki is bheed mein
sabse peeche hum khade

Because God is so a man..

I don't mean to sound like a staunch over bearing feminist.. I am a feminist no doubt but a very democratic one...I promise you we exist :) But with the amount of restrictions and dos and donts and responsibilities and girlie things that we girls go through..God is no doubt a man.. Think about it..when we're irked, if you're a self declared no-abuse using person like me, you either say 'Oh god' or you substitute it with 'Oh man'...never ever ever is it 'Oh Woman!' So what brought this rant of mine on? I am seeking fellow female squashees (squashees is a nandita invented word..it means those whose demands, rights, wants get squashed as easily as you can squash an ant)
I know we as women are supposed to be born self sacrificing and adjusting. Add to that maternal and compromising... and you have with you my worst nightmare. Maybe my head got bumped when I was born.. or maybe I was supposed to be born a man (P.S. I do have PCOS..an ovaries condition caused by the presence of extra male hormones) But I have been waiting for the time when I could do what I want to do..no matter how beautifully right or how horribly wrong.
And yet...from the time we are born..we sometimes as a daughter, a sister, a girlfriend, a wife, a mother...are always thinking the right thing..or made to think the right thing..or out of guilt mould our thoughts to think the right thing. Get the picture? (I am suddenly reminded of a scene from my fav movie DDLJ..oh how well it fits here)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZIDKkh5v64&feature=more_related


I am not saying that I have not lived the most ideal life till now.. I have the most amazing parents..people who have shaped me into a confident well educated being happy being I have awesome relatives, a great set of friends, a soul mate for a boyfriend And yet..sometimes I just want to break the shackles of loving responsibility...so that I can be..the way I want to be.. Look at it this way guys...I only have these few years..and then I will be a Mother..and everything I am will be about my off spring...
But will I be set free...No