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Converses With My Mirror

My tiny world of poetry is just a few words minced with my thoughts. 
We all must have talked to our selves, to the mirror, sharing the heap of thoughts that we stir in our minds. We must have taken that time to release the thoughts in front of the picture that formed when we faced the mirror. Apparently we realize the mirror is the path, from our eyes to our soul through the mind and the heart.


Fighting the battle of, I know you, or, hey do  I know you? eyes started at the mirror, and shut themselves slowly, in pain.
Fighting the battle of, am I you, or you resemble me? the mind  grappled, with a mountain of emotions, facing the mirror, in vain.
Fighting the battle of, you are pretty, or  is your mind prettier? vision blurred in the mirror, with thoughts fading in strain.
Fighting the battle of, are you living in your past?, or, are you set for future,? the strangled will power, peeked through mirror after a detain.
Dear mirror on the wall You find the beauty in my soul  You are not a pretty lying spell You …

Enriched

Deeper than the twilight, stronger than the ebbing wave, sharper than the horizon, colder than the air, prettier than her mind, larger than her shadow, was, a glow in her heart. That glow of  love. Enriched, by his smile.

The Fairy Tale Park Of Doha Calling

Why I Call the "Aspire Park" of Doha as Fairy Tale Land. 
A perfect magical land; enchanting greens; the squirrels and the birds; the duck pond and those quack quacks greeting you with warmth; the green molded hillocks; water springs in vivid forms of fountain and much more.
An exemplary fairy tale park for kids and the adults too. One just cant stop seeing the child in you when you roll down the green hillocks or feed the ducks.
Make your first visit to the Aspire Park or for any other such park in any part of the world and you definitely turn out to be the Alice in Wonderland. 
Children need time and space apart from unconditional love. Our cities have conglomerated with endless suburban development, and many of the vacant plots of children have filled up with beautiful sky scrapers. Often fancy malls, plastic play pens and music and fun. What we truly miss is the open air parks which have their best impact on children.

We all fit in best only in our natural habitats. I would a…

The Quaint Souq Of Wakra, Qatar

Mud rendered walls;  wood beamed ceilings; Gulf waters dotted with date palms; Hookah stalls- Sheesha-flavoured tobacco; Exotic Arabic and Indian food; Pet shops with aquariums birds, bunnies and even cats and roosters; Souq- Market of Wakra-Doha.

Don't we all look forward to the small weekend evening outings? A place so close by to our residence, enchanting, easy eatery availability, peace and what more?  



Well, the Corniche in the Souq of Wakra, (in Doha, Qatar) is just one such place. A peaceful weekend spot. Although one could spend few hours there. Especially when we chose nature and some fun. Nature fills our hearts with awe by it's spectacular ways. Food to fill your heart's and stomach content without disturbing the major balance of your wallet!


Watching sunrise here is a charm. What a luxury it will be, sip your coffee, get to the corniche in like 10 minutes, watch the sun rise, lying on the cold sands and return home for a cheerful day to follow.  Does it not sound …

Dear Night's Dream

"shedding off the day's tiredness, I can't keep crashing on, diving into layers of  blanket deep locking away my mind in the treasury of sleep
just then do you delve, you dream? sprawling onto corners of my mind's realm slicing up treasury into parallel journey to seem
calm and alluring, sometimes beating devilish drum colourfully nice or triggered by your naughty tantrum your vivid ways! but those keepsake ones a handful some
the morning rays of the red ball failing to shake you off at those shrill alarms of the clock you scoff
pray, you stay along if you can make me, only laugh

you manage to accomplish your loot leaving my treasury hollow, so acute
sleep deprived! my restlessness to you I impute 

my mind carries a sign board none do not disturb the body in sleeping zone dear dream, I have no clue, you are a welcome guest or to begone? "

How About Some Reality This Holi?

If we began believing and following all the philosophy from the white pages we would be scholars by age 18. None of us are born stars either. Certain things in life come by experience. Either your experience or by feeling the experience of another. It is said that burning of your negativity is as easy as burning the pyre of the Holi. Was it actually so easy? I connected my experiences to my determination and decided to practice it this Holi. By burning away my 3F-Three fears (Fear, of failing, falling and trying something new) and let in more colours in life.

How many of us with no aqua-phobia have taken our bold step towards that pounding surf with all our willpower but stepped back at the sight of it rumbling. Did the sound of the waves beat all our will? So it happened that our mind was preset to beat the image of the humongous wave washing the shore but not for that sound it made?
How many of us who have no batophobia (fear for heights) tried to take the birds eye view of earth  fro…

1 2 3 Pico

Those coded cognitive toddler stories; Bubbly gestures; Lively imaginations: Their sparkling eyes, innocent charm; Inquisitive and persistent questionnaire - Children

We are all stories in the end. But those unending stories our children paint in their own words,  fill up the blanks of our life to be some of  the finest chapters. Isn't it?


It was last week, a cloudy evening 7pm. I walked in my backyard with my cranky little son, a toddler. And he had so much to express how the moon had finished dinner too early and slept off (hidden) inside the clouds. How it will pee and we all will get rains! I was astonished and added fuel to fire encouraging him to continue. He then told me the sun and the moon do fight a lot too to reach "his house"! Wildest imagination eh?
Some opportunities hit your door right on time. This time it was BlogAdda which introduced me to the complete activity set to foster creativity in such kids. The "Magical Space Adventure" special pack for …

Fifty Shaded Stand Points

I grew up as a shy town girl. I would puff and pant cycling to the corner store picking odd supplies for mom in my school days. Sometimes I'd rather borrow an onion, or two tomatoes from a neighbour for her. Little did I realize that once I have my own child and when I want an onion from a neighbour I would be booed for it. C'mon how can you borrow "an" onion from your neighbour. It's so not nice! 

Those waagle ki duniya times of my childhood are gone. Now I have to put up with daya behen and Tarak Mehta ka ulta chasma. All is well. All is well. It's just evolution dear. I am convincing myself. But there "was" something in the past. Those days were less sophisticated, simple and straight. As you sniff into your memoir you feel that. Don't you?
It perplexes me  much today to basically feel our own existence in this world changes so rapidly. We are open to exotic world tours and talk of learning but we are yet to learn to open our minds to the earth…

Marathon Mania

Believe me, Marathon Mania was very much a commoner's vogue world from the times of Chanakya. Just that world wakes up to it in vivid ways. Right from the Battle of Marathon, and the secrets of the "Raramuri runners(barefoot runners of the South America)" being unearthed, after centuries today we witness run for a cause, run for fun and many such events. Haven't you heard of Boston marathon? Surely about the fancy dress marathons of London? Well, the best one is the Pinkathon of India. The scene is jaw dropping. Thousands of women on roads, running miles and miles with smiles.

Running like few 10 kilometers is not a joke. Phew, it's an abuse to the body is the opinion of few. And there are more than few who appreciate a marathoner.  If injuries is what you are thinking about, be reminded of Philippides. He was that Greek messenger who ran from  battle field of Marathon to Athens announcing the military victory of Persians in the  war , collapsed and breathed his…

Converses With My Shadow

"you are the keeper of my beautiful thoughts

unending dreams of mine that you share

following me amicably, all day long

I ignore, but your determined follow!

you cant tease me by growing taller than me

and sometimes you just vanish into tinier version


simply wriggling in out and around me

at your own will and wish

teasing my naughty soul

your sunny tallness mocks at me

and you slip off into a rat hole when it rains

mountain of support, you enhance my existence


my only soul mate on tougher roads

the strength, whom I can converse in whispers

my doubts, my silly thoughts, perplexes

you never back off even at my betrayal

baffles me, but our unconditional bonding

you are my only friend
follower of my thoughts, rainbow of my life,

where do you hide when I sleep at night?         or do you prowl upon my brighter morning?
where do you disappear in the dark?

may be the contour of my spine

you shall not betray even my dead soul".