The Journey

I followed my heart once,

and it broke me.

I followed my mind next,

and it woke me.

Now I sit,

Caught in the middle,

Contemplating my steps ahead.

And on either end, with arms bare,

Stands waiting for me, the mighty despair.

Would someone, please, be so kind? Continue reading “The Journey”

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Poem Featured on Go Dog Go Cafe : Guest Barista Varnika Jain/Reminiscence

Hello, my lovelies! It gives me great pleasure to inform you that another one of my poems got featured. The platform, which bestowed this honour on me today, is called Go Dog Go Cafe. It’s a place where writers gather without boundaries and I was yesterday’s Guest Barista. It’s a perfect mix of funny, quirky, thoughtful, poetry beans, roasted and blended and topped with a healthy dollop of the cream of literature. A lot of you must have already read the featured poem earlier on my blog but it would mean the world to me if you could please take out some time to visit the collective by reading on below and clicking on the link. You will surely end up finding poets with a wavelength matching yours or poems that open up new avenues in your mind. Go visit for a coffee date with words and writers!
Thank you.

Go Dog Go Café

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.


Varnika Jain is prone to having verbal epiphanies in the midst of all the cacophony surrounding her life.  She is a voracious reader, vociferous eater and a vehemently passionate writer. You can read more of her writing at Moonlighting Scrivener where you can find her changing the world, one word at a time.

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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.

Continue reading “Miss Misery”

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.

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 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.

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. 🙈

Turning Tides

When I thought life itself

Was ebbing away

There came a high tide

Bringing you my way

When I was determined

To not come under another’s sway

Your eyes beamed with honesty

And all my fears did allay

I was drowning

Without a life vest

Saved only at your behest.

I was wary of man’s deception

Till you passed every test.

I walk along the shoreline now

Matching steps with the waves.

I walk along the shoreline now

Holding hands with you.

I walk along the shoreline now

For I’ve found my salvation.

Erebus

Light and dark.

One loved,

The other feared.

But it is the presence of both together

That gives rise to shadows.

Flickering, fluttering, floating, flashing,

An image in your own likeness.

Isn’t that what we are to the gods?

Mere shadows.

Mere shadows?

Deemed worthy to walk their favourite, earth.

I think shadows are underappreciated.

Those lovely forms of silhouettes.

They downplay our happiness so as to not spurn the ones less fortunate,

And hide all our sadness in their flowing depths.

They’re neutral.

They’re kind.

They’re downright divine.

The next time I feel like searching for myself

Or within myself

I’ll look towards my shadow.

Now I know why I’ve always found Erebus,

To be the most intriguing corner of hell.