Death Comes as the End

Blank walls

And blank pages.

Nothing to account for

A life that was lived.

The still warm body

Looked peacefully at rest

Endowed with an eternal sleep.

Yet, still floating behind those closed eyes,

Lingering as if to prolong their goodbyes,

Were a myriad fluttering dreams.

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Miss Misery

Misery.

Now that’s a feeling altogether too familiar.

An intermittent visitor, almost familial.

But that’s the thing about bad feelings.

They trouble you only when experienced meagerly.

An overdose confers you with immunity.

In my case,

I’ve come to accept it,

Welcome it,

And even

Conquer it.

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Whisper and the Roar – Poetry Feature

Hello, beautiful people!

Have you heard of the literary collective called “Whisper and the Roar”? Considering the overwhelming response I’ve been getting on my feminist poems and posts, I thought now would be the right time to introduce this incredibly brave and unapologetically feminist forum to you all. And, guess what? Sometimes its curators are kind enough to feature my works. Like today, for example! I’m so proud of myself for having done an excellent job at hiding my excitement right up to the last line one here!

If you stand for humanity, equality, love and compassion for all, please visit the collective. Its bound to either enrage your senses at the glaring injustices present in our society, or to give you hope that there are people working hard to put an end to it all and create a fair environment for everyone to grow and thrive in. Either way, you’d get a taste of soul-stirring literature. Today’s feature is a poem I wrote last week, titled “No Ordinary Fairytale”. Please click here to go to the collective and read it. I would love to have your feedback on it!

Thank you for reading.

Love,

Varnika.

A Psalm of Life – #FridayFlashback #2

It’s been a minute since I announced the Friday Flashback Edition of my blog. In case you’re new to this space, you can read more about it here.

In short, on Fridays, as I put up my feet and sip on a well deserved glass of wine, I’d be curating some of my favourite poems for you. These will all be brilliant creations that have stuck with me over the years and I can, more often than not, recite them verbatim. For the sake of brevity of the posts, I’d be sharing one such poem a week. Every Friday (I plead guilty to the charge of not having followed this earlier but time has been a flighty mistress. I’m back on track now). They shall be shared in no particular order. I have always been bad at picking just one favourite. That might quite possibly be the reason why I love making lists!

Today’s poem is titled ‘A Psalm of Life’ by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. It is a poignant narration of how life is meant to be lived to the fullest and not as a mere counting of days till the day we lie in our graves. I am absolutely certain that almost all of you must have come across this poem at some point in your life. It’s very famous and highly celebrated. So much so that first time readers would be able to identify a lot of verses as commonly cited inspirational quotes that they’ve heard more than once in their lives. Without further ado, here’s the timeless masterpiece –

A Psalm

of Life

What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,

Life is but an empty dream!

For the soul is dead that slumbers,

And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!

And the grave is not its goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

Is our destined end or way;

But to act, that each to-morrow

Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,

And our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still, like muffled drums, are beating

Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,

In the bivouac of Life,

Be not like dumb, driven cattle!

Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

Act,— act in the living Present!

Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us

We can make our lives sublime,

And, departing, leave behind us

Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,

Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,

A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,

Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,

With a heart for any fate;

Still achieving, still pursuing,

Learn to labor and to wait.”

I hope this poem inspires you in the way it has done for me all my life. I cannot possibly pick my favourite lines from this one because every single one of them is resplendent and overflowing with meaning. I hope each one of us is able to leave behind their footprints etched in the sands of time no matter how fleeting our lives might be. Here’s to not going gentle into that good night! (But I guess that’s for another post 😉)

I would like to thank you for your overwhelming response to the previous post in this edition featuring ‘The Charge of the Light Brigade’. In case you haven’t read it yet, you can do so by clicking here. I’d be delighted to know your thoughts on this poem and would love to hear your recommendations for further posts.

Thank you for reading.

Love,

Varnika.

Reminiscence

It’s a distant memory,

That comes and goes.

Never lingering long enough,

For me to remember it in full.

It’s a kaleidoscopic reel

Of vibrant images,

Flashing in and out,

Changing in split seconds.

It brings with it

A vivid feeling

Of happiness and well-being.

Leaving me oft

With a smiling face

And a definite spring in steps.

I may never be able

To piece together

It’s different forms and hues,

But I can always rely

On its happy tenor

To be a harbinger of good news.

The Scream

Have you ever experienced the kind of scream so desperate that it rips you apart and, yet, fails to make a single sound? The one where you’re crying out with every iota of your being but your voice gets caught in your throat? You’re not choking, no, you’re only unable to speak. You can hear it inside your head, though.

It begins like any other scream, sans, of course, any sound, but as it proceeds, taking its time, you start getting gripped by a paralyzing fear. You’re overtaken by a growing confusion. Not understanding what’s happening. Panicking, you try to scream even louder, your vocal chords getting strained beyond capacity. Your eyes widen, terrified. You feel like your end is near. You try flailing your limbs in retaliation, as an attempt to free yourself – only to find you cannot do that either.

Have you ever been so helpless and so scared? When you wake up from this dream, do you find yourself drenched in sweat? Your heart working double time trying to calm its palpitations? Do you find your knuckles turned white and your fist clenched so tight that your nails managed to dig into your skin and have drawn streaks of blood? Do you find the ghostly remnants of your scream still lingering on your mind, haunting and knowing?

Because, I do.

The Road Ahead

There’s a road,

In the middle of nowhere

With nary an end in sight.

It stretches on straight

For hundreds of miles

So, baby, hold on tight.

There’s a red car,

Moving on this highway.

A Chevy, with its hood turned down.

A straw hat lies astray

On its passenger side

With a cat curled around.

A rugged, leather suitcase,

Carelessly thrown together,

Sprawls across the backseat,

And peeking out from between its flaps

Is a perfectly cosy, knitted sweater.

The sun shines strongly

Showing the way, lit, ahead.

Its rays played tricks on the mind,

As mirages appeared and fled.

There’s a wind in my hair

And it’s whispering my name.

Are you with me on this journey still?

‘Cause I have no clue where this goes

Nor from whence upon it I came.

Here’s a Brilliant Blog you should know about (Spoiler Alert- I’m not talking about myself)

In other news (the first one was about my blog being 500 followers strong. You can read about that here), the incredibly talented December Rose (I really need to find out the guy’s name – I’m assuming he’s a guy) has reached a 100 followers today. I’m in awe of the quality of his writings (forgive me if you’re female). He calls them mind vomits while I call them art. His poems are crisp, succinct, poignant and hard-hitting.

And do you know what he did on reaching this milestone?

He compiled a list of 100 of his favourite bloggers along with links to their blog and his favourite pieces of writings by them. Imagine the painstaking amount of care and work that must have gone into it! It’s his way of saying thanks. I couldn’t respect him more. More so because I, myself, would never have been able to write such a blog post.

So if you’ve got time on your hands, and your mind is eager to absorb writings that would directly touch your soul, please visit December Rose’s blog. I’m popping a direct link down below –

https://decemberrosecom.wordpress.com

His beautiful blog has an even more beautiful tagline – “God gave us memory so we could have roses in December” – J.M.Barrie

PS: If there are any lingering doubts in your mind about visiting it, remember that I’m a people pleaser and I’m scared of disappointing. Hence, I wouldn’t be sharing this here if I knew there was even the slightest chance of you not liking what you read on December Rose.

500 followers – My Delirious Speechlessness

My blog’s family reached over 500 followers today! It’s been growing at a steady rate in recent times for which I couldn’t be more grateful. When I started out, I used to pen down my thoughts and never expected anyone to read a word of it. Basically, it was an online version of a dear diary. Gradually, I started writing on topics that mattered to me, that touched my heart and the ones I could not go to sleep without talking about. That’s when people started reading and responding to my posts. With your love and constant encouragement, I even started writing poetry. Something I thought I could never do. Surprisingly, you did not shy away from showering your love on all my poems. So much so that poetry has become my primary form of writing these days.

Your comments have been kind and motivating. What greatly humbles me is that more than 500 writers and readers out there found my blog worthy enough to give it a place on their regular reading list. What inspires me is the number of beautiful souls that have reached out to me by way of this blog. You are, each on of you, a blessing. Especially when I look at your thoughts on my posts pertaining to social justice, feminism, mental health and the like.

I believe it is an unparalleled feeling to come across a kindred soul. Today, I’m proud and grateful for having an entire community of kindred souls.

Like I keep saying, my door is always open for all of you. Be it to discuss important world events, personal experience, to have a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, a friend to confide in, an agony aunt or even someone to just share a moment of silence with, I’m always here for you. I promise to uphold this no matter how large this family grows.

I’m elated, delirious, overjoyed and beyond thankful. Thank you!

I would also like a moment to ask you to be kind enough to let me know in case there is any particular topic in your mind that you would like me to write on. I’m always open to ideas and nothing would make me don my writing hat faster than a suggestion by one of you.

Furthermore, I try to visit blogs of everyone who likes, comments and follows my blog. In case I’ve missed out on doing so, I assure you it’s entirely inadvertent. If there’s any piece of writing that you would want me and other fellow bloggers to read, please leave a link for it on the comment section down below and I’ll do so right away.

Thank you for being the wonderful people that you are.

Forgive me my rambling and repetitions. I’m truly happy. I’d never thought I’d reach this milestone. Now that I’m here, I’m raring to write more and read even more!

Lots of love,

Varnika.

PS. – As you can see from my picture, I’ve been reduced to doing monkey shenanigans in order to cope with this news. 🙈