As your four-wheel passed by
I was tempted to call out
But the dust off the pavement where I lay
Left me choking, in delay.
#satire #society
You and me make a better world.
As your four-wheel passed by
I was tempted to call out
But the dust off the pavement where I lay
Left me choking, in delay.
#satire #society
Under your hands sleek
Holding that wood bleak
You let it slide across the fret
Melody escaping where your fingers met
The to and fro metal strings
In harmony with the voice that sings
A soulful song straight from the heart
That puts together all that was broken apart
I sit entranced, enchanted and glued
In this moment time flies, I belong with you
And as the notes rise, into a haven I rise above
In that song I found solace, I found love.
Horns intertwined, on a plane inclined
A downwards slope it is
Rolling in the mud, covered up in blood
Your downfall it is
Screams an cries the throats are dry
On parched ground you lay
Agony and pain, what did you gain?
Ad that war stretched by the day
Realise your worst fears as the end comes near
Your last breath’s a sigh
Regret or relief, what do you believe?
Is the fight worthwhile?
Slipping down the face
Like liquid fire
Anguished by the summer heat
I treaded along the lone court
Looking for a seat
Lone not the court, but lone was I
For no friendly face showed up to say ‘hi’
The specked face nerd, as some called
Stood bare like parched ground in drought
Distraught I sunk to a tree’s green shade
But the only shades I saw were blue and grey
Let me through, will you?
For I seek refuge
Just for my child, some food and bed
I think I see a light ahead
Across the bars,
In someplace far
The vision is distant
But I do dream
Help me, will you please?
Urge, for my brother’s release
I seek asylum
For I am distraught
It isn’t done as easy as said
But I think i see a light ahead.
Beyond the Fence .
“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.” — Richard Bach
Meta is a Greek prefix that means ‘after’ or ‘beyond’ , and morph refers to ‘shape’ or ‘form’. Metamorphosis is the term used to describe the process of transformation in insects and amphibians, from an immature form to an adult form in two or more distinct stages. However this scientific term finds popular civil usage as ‘a change of the form or nature of a thing or person into a completely different one.’
What we were once, is not what we’ll always be. Yes, old habits die hard, but we are capable of great change. As I described in my previous post ‘ We flourish together ‘ , the story reveals the tale of transformation of man from being a fierce, abominable person to an enlightened sage.
The caterpillar’s metamorphosis from a tree clinging, 12-legged pest into the majestic flying butterfly is one of the most used metaphors to describe a 180 transformation. It’s a truly fantastic mechanism developed by nature, yet while all my seem fantastic on the outside, this transformation looks pretty gruesome deep inside, and isn’t a bed of roses for the caterpillar after all . In short, for a caterpillar to turn into a butterfly it digests itself using enzymes triggered by hormones. But then it emerges from it previous form, bold and beautiful than ever!
I believe it’s always too early to quit, and if you ask me how to be a butterfly, I’ll say we first need to give up being a caterpillar.
So meritorious, such a disciplined child!
Don’t you mingle with these notorious and spoilt.
“Would be a pleasure ma’am!” shouts a voice from behind,
“Sit with him? huh, as if we’ve lost our mind”.
‘Don’t pay heed to their disgraceful lines,
They are just jealous,’ says the teacher of mine.
And with the high grades that I got in science and maths,
Also came along my classmates’ wrath.
Few true ones might stand by your side,
But the rest seperate, with a gap huge and wide.
Top is a lonely place my friend,
Have to battle on your own, from start to the end.
Hard as it will be, don’t quit, don’t stop,
When you reach there, the real struggle starts,
– Divisha Rastogi 🙂
Hey mom, I miss you
And I know, that you must too
I miss having you by my side
Fondling my head, sitting on my bedside
Mom, I miss that warmth of your embrace
Mom, I miss that reassuring smile on your face.
Mom, I miss the comfort of your lap
I miss watching you stand in the audience and clap.
Today my eyes don’t search the crowd
‘Cause I know mom, there is no one there, shouting out loud
Telling me it’s ok if I make mistakes
No one is there mom, to sacrifice it all for my sake.
Mom, I miss the way you cared about me when I was ill,
Staying awake the whole night, handing me those pills.
Mom, I miss that welcome hug you give me when I return
You took it all on you mom, each wound, every burn.
Mom, I miss being carried away by the smell of what you cook,
Mom, I miss you dressing me up, telling me how pretty I look.
Mom, you can be anything and everything for me,
But mom, nothing ever, can be you.
– Divisha Rastogi 🙂
If you have visited any Southeast Asian country such as Thailand you’ve probably seen this sign in your hotel room:
Durian is banned in most hotels and public transport systems across nations for a good cause. Yes, you guessed it, its smell. If I were to describe the smell it would be something like pungent rotten onions (and that’s an understatement). Before you come across the fruit in sight, its smell would have probably reached you already. It is about a foot long, covered in spikes and usually green on the outside whereas the colour of the flesh inside can vary from white to yellow. One gentleman described the aftermath of eating the fruit as ” Your breath smells like you’ve been French kissing your dead grandmother”. Ouch.
Okay we get it, it stinks so bad. Let’s not have it around, what’s all the fuss about? Try googling ‘the weirdest fruit’ and see what comes up. ( Psttt, it’s Durian.)
Durian is often referred to as the king of fruits. Sold commonly in cuts across the local markets, it is also found as candy, ice cream flavoring and so on. It is massive and has a better nutrient profile than most fruits worldwide. Apart from being rich in potassium, copper, iron, magnesium, folic acid, vitamin C, and B-group vitamins, it also has low sugar content and high amounts of dietary fiber ( good news for those suffering from constipation!).
While many have tried to explain it’s taste yet there is no one perfect explanation. People either love or hate it, there is hardly an in-between here, subjecting the fruit to a plethora of love-hate debates online.
So on my recent trip to Thailand, seeing this fruit on every street, I decided to give it a try. The taste will stay with me forever and God forbid I ever have to taste it again. While no amount of food of any and every flavor could remove the taste off of my tongue, I could smell it on my fingers for hours and hours ahead. The texture was kind of custardy, chewy and foamy, and while the seeds are edible too they need to be cooked first.
As if that was not enough, while sampling free candy at the airport my father tricked me into trying dried durian and it was no better than the fruit, and obviously minus most health benefits.
Here’s a tip, don’t try to wash down the taste with cola or else you’ll be burping farts later. So is the fruit as bad as it sounds? Or will this (in)famous delicacy will end up as your next go-to flavor? Well, you’ll have to try it for yourself to find out! Let me know how it goes (or went) for you on the comments below, best wishes 🙂
Sparkle so bright such that your shine repels all the darkness away.
Shimmer and Glimmer, Have a bright day! 🙂
Shine
The forever you promised wasn’t even as long as the syllables in the word itself,
But the moments we lived in, were infinite for sure.
On stony paths and sunlit days
Amongst the mountains, echoes solace.
Calm
I could hear the footsteps
Against the wooden boards, fading away
I could see a hand held in mid air
Echoing the words she couldn’t say
All air left her in the moment
The voice down to a whisper unheard
All the words spiraled back
As a lump in her throat, a choking world
She put her hand against her heart
Only to find a piece gone missing.
We all need power, don’t we?
To be at a liberty to think, at liberty to see
The power to make our own choices
And of holding our heads high and free
Yet power corrupts one, doesn’t it?
To a stage where no restrictions seem anymore fit
When one feel superior to frivolous rebukes
And the power consumes us bit by bit
It’s a necessary evil that creeps in
Preceded by greed and followed by sin
And you abandon your friends and forfeit your kin
When Blinded by power, it’s all about a win
Pause and think, beyond this blindfold can you see?
Is this the ‘powerful’ you sought to be?
Power to you, to empower.
The air we inhaled, drawn by the lung
Vibrates in the neck moulded by the tongue
Forms a weapon, deadliest of all
That could be the rise or a fatal fall
Words, these mere words, written in ink
Before you utter, before you mutter, pause and think
They could foster a bond, dripping in sweet
Vary them a little, to be fierce, radiating heat
Your words waged wars, your words brought peace
Your words made promises, that they betray, or did they keep?
A gun without bullets, can bring no hurt
Pen is only mightier than sword, when laced with words
Echoing back and forth, you repeat and rewind
The said and unsaid, sounds of your mind
So before you speak, ponder over once
’cause once said, the damage is done
And this choice of words, makes all the difference.
( A follow-up to ‘the pen’