In the desert

In the desert

In the desert,

following the footprints

that I made last night,

I walk,

tracing the same path

again

for you,

to remind you, your home is there

where we are

where I come from,

where you left from.

To call you back

to the same place, our world,

I use this sand

to show you the path

for you have forgotten

that I was still there,

breathing you,

feeling you

when you slept; once and for all,

you went and came 

only to meet me at night,

here,

in the desert.

copyright,

Crushing dry leaves

Thy words still hang around.
Oh! I laugh at them
 for you fear imperfections.
What a treason to you it is 
to fear the ubiquitous,
akin to my ashes
that are scared of oblivion.
All are lies that you say to me.
I know,
for I have seen it; the strength
latent in you.
A joy.
I saw it last night
when the world was asleep
 and you were not.
thy eyes, they were open,
gazing at the moon, the stars,
beholding the sky
whence reflected the imperfections.
And oh! that overawed expression;
yes, i still remember.
The cold of the night hit you
but you stood as to fight 
all your fears.
Trust me as I say you ain't phobic
for you have missed her. Always,
knowing that she ain't flawless
nor she ain't perfect.
You are a liar.
You dance in the rain
and you umbrella lies
as uselessly as an unmanifested thought.
I saw your footprints in that rough sand,
the dew drops on your soft feet.
Thou shalt define power
for you learn the lyrics, not the beat.
The books that made you cry know it too.
You don't fear your errors
but the crowd, the people;
and that is what you are.
'Tis for you to remember
''How fearless thou art to be atelophobic''.

Scorch

Scorch

You are gone,
pulverized in the mist
and became its part
like you never lived.

Left me in this desert
to starve and annihilate,
to melt in the heat;
panged and wrecked

I looked for you
in the books you read,
in the pages you riffled
and the lines you marked.

In the songs we sang,
the poems you wrote
those nights when you laughed
and those days when you just spoke.

In the memories we made
and the coffee you sipped.
In the places we went
and the rainbows we missed.

In the dreams we had,
the moments we lived,
in the future we planned
and things you outdid.

In the air you breathed
and the air you exhaled.
In the passion you carried
and words you often said.

None I had
but you. Only you.
Even in the promises you promised to keem
there is no sign of you.

You left no clue
but you left me;
precarious, debilitated.
Scorch sucking the cold

So much of me is withered
but a hope still remains;
discoloured, yet unchanged
to find you again.

PS- you all must be thinking that a lover has lost her partner. You are right. But there is a difference. They both are there , at the same place from where they started their journey , but he has changed. She feels as if she has lost her importance to him. whatever she does, whatever she feels, he pays no attention to it. HE HAS CHANGED. Maybe something or someone has replaced her but she is the same. She is stronger than before and she knows that  she will get him back. She can bear everything, every damage to her soul, but losing him will break her from the inside. She will turn to ash and will never be able to return to her original form.

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Nancy rustagi

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The glowing dark expanse

We look at the moon
And smile
As if it is ours

How we want to fly to the moon
Or how we want
It to come to us
How we want to steal the moon
From everyone else in this world

There are thousands of us
Doing the same
Aiming for the impossible

But what is there in the moon

That is not there in the stars?
And what is there in the stars
That is not there in the sky?

The sky is dark
It is called the NIGHT
It is vast and infinite
It holds the stars and the Moon
It holds and supports the light

Sky is bold and spacious

It is deep till no extent
Just look at it
Beautiful on the outside
And mysterious inside!

Stay tuned for more;)

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IT ALL ENDED LIKE THIS

IT ALL ENDED LIKE THIS..

I run, scarred, hunting for someone I know
But the faces they bleed; I can't identify
Alone, shattered, on the land they have blown
Too scared to make a cry.

The barbarians will annihilate our land
Explosion hither. Firing thither.
With a reason none can understand
I watch my people die. I watch them wither.

Blood. Death. Agony. Shrieks.
My place is not my place anymore
Unambiguously barren. Merely bleak
The afflictions it gives me have no cure.

ps. - it all happened one day when i just woke up that i heard noises, loud noises. i was really scared and my parents were not at home. alone.....  i just waited but..... they did not come back.

i went outside to look for them and suddenly i was captured. it was then i realised that my tears will never end. i watched them kill my people and take away everything- life, money, land. who are they?? they are terrorists.... who brutally slayed everyone. there was smoke and dust and blood everywhere but no sign of life.
and worst of all, i do not have even memories to live with.

THE TWINKLING STAR

The Twinkling Star

A beauty one can ever feel,

so true and chaste.

The magic hid in the heart; 

impalpable but had an effect

which have I discovered

which I now know of.

A real soul

took birth to die.

It lived. Yes, once it did

but merely to die.

When it breathed I did not

When I breathe it does not.

Oblivious of each other,

tied, nonetheless

by a relationship, mysterious

for it lies within my origin.

Ever has the radiance glowed, 

resigned, yet vibrant;

quiet, Sparkling

in the night sky amidst infinite stars,

the form changed

and still remains.

Embraced by the heaven. Fain.

Gone before my arrival; did not wait.

Couldn't bid adieu to thee,

a rainbow in the blue just faded.

Guides me thy light

To the symphonies you kindled.

PS- A poem is never mere a poem. It is the thoughts, the sentiments, the feelings of a person. It is a revelator and a concealer. This poem is for the person whom i've never seen, let alone knowing her.

She is my grand-mother. She left me before i came here. But her aroma, her essence hasn't escaped. her absence is searing but at night, the star heals all the sores and scars. She is indelible and potent who has been living for eons and will continue to do so. I know (may be not) that afterlife is a place that is intangible and i also know that people can never take form of stars but i know one thing, that stars are not always stars composed of gases, sometimes, they are the torches that our loved ones ignite to guide us and show us the right path.

A box of pencils!!!

Life is a small box

With some pencils and an eraser

Each has a role play

But nothing lasts forever

 

The box opens and the life begins

Its ride on a roller-coaster

Is like those sharp and not so-so-sharp pencils

One pencil is a snake, the other is a ladder

 

We sharpen a pencil

We sharpen another

And so on we go on

Until they're just over

 

Some pencils turn out to be smooth

Like all those glib roads we walked on

Like those superb days with nothing to worry about

Like those giggles which will never corrode

 

They are like our achievements

Like those best things we did for others

We just wish to write with them as much as we can

But one day, the disappear

 

Another pencil then we pick

The moment we sharpen it, it breaks

''Oh crap!'' is what we say

Hell of our lives. That what it makes

 

They're like those rebukes

Like the immortal darkness of our lives

Like all those cruelties we suffered

Like that one doom which made us cry

 

They remind us of those days

When we laid alone. Completely alone

In our beds shedding tears

As if the world was not our home

 

The deteriorated pencils are like our faults

And one of them is like our hamartia

Due to which we couldn't pen

Our stories of happiness and nostalgia

 

But the eraser in the box

Possesses the extreme power

For it represents those urbane people in our lives

Who gave us a second chance

 

And one day, the box lies empty

We utter, ''oh no!''

To buy another box we rush

''Alas!'' the shop is closed

 

We try. We try

But it's too late

Our life ends

Leaving impressions; Oh! so great.

c'mon guys...... temme what lies in your box.....
here's a comment box... send me your stories..
may be one of your stories becomes the theme of my next work!!!!
read, like, share, enjoy and please comment....
tell me your story..... the story of your pencil box......


 NANCY RUSTAGI
:);)

I SHALL NEVER RETURN

Tick- tock, tick- tock, that’s how I speak

Thou shall judge. Thou shall not deem

Higher goes the fire inside me

With every sin thrown by your cruelty

 

A gospel truth, none shall forget

I’m filled with anger, thou shall accept

More thou rise, more thou shall fall

More thou advance, more thou shall be hauled

 

Flow with me, I’ll carry thee

Else, sink in the faded sea

No light shall enter, no help shall be offered

And thou shall be preserved in my coffer

 

Nay! Don’t play tricks. I don’t like

Once a game starts, thou shall not survive

I rule thee. The kingdom is mine

Don’t stare at my throne. Thy eyes shall ignite

 

Move as I command

Into the future, away from thy past

My pace too rhythmic. I’ll not cease

I come. I go. No modifications, please

 

Tick- tock, tick- tock, all truths shall I reveal

Tick- tock, tick- tock, thy wounds shall I heal

Obey my rules and don’t object

Else, thy life shall be wrecked

 

For thee, neither shall I wait

For thy missteps, nor shall I pay

The heaven shall fall, the hell shall rise

To embrace thy beautiful demise

 

No humanity I shall throw at you

For I’m not a human but thy foe

No remnants of body, no remnants of soul

To pulverize thy brutal minds, I shall give my all

 

The laughter of my wrath, so cold and dark

That one day I shall barf

My eyes so reddened with blood

I shall cry soon. I shall destruct

 

Holy minds shall only remain

Others I shall afflict. So much pain

For I’m the king. Don’t fight me

Give it a try, thou shall suffer till eternity

 

 

 

so?? how are u going to utilise me , I mean time......

time never waits, it keeps on flowing

be careful and chill out.....:):););)

your friend....

 

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Some Books To Remember

Hello everyone once again! I am really sorry for the delay. Seeing how you people always read my blog, I have a little surprise for you. Enlisted below are the things I cherish, my favourite books, do try some of them!

1.Paper Towns- John Green

                                              "Forever is composed of Nows"

Those aware of John Green's style might be aware how well he manages to explore emotions and situations, In this case, the emotion, the situation is the futility of life, and the book poses a major question at us, "Is the world we live in real, or is it a 'Paper Town', waiting to crumble?"

Behold the story of Quentin, who is helplessly in love with Margo. Margo comes to his life for a night, and just leaves,,, She becomes the mystery she was fond of. Read on to find out what happens, maybe you get the answer to your question, the very meaning of life...

2. Life is What you Make It- Preety Shenoy

                                                " Never Belittle love"

This is one thought that reverberates around the book, and yet it is not a love story. 

Rather, it is a story of human struggle, battling the bottomless pit of despair, while trying to back up.

This is the story about Ankita Sharma, a brilliant student, a brilliant person, who is seen rocketing up to her dreams, to complete her MBA, to fill that bottomless pit which demands knowledge at rocket high speed. But there is a terrible fiend, which unknown to her, was the cause of her success and would be the hand to pull her down,

A story of motivation, a story to think about for a long time.

3. The Fault In Our Stars: John Green

Hazel is young, pretty and has everything one could wish for, and yet something she doesn't want, Caner. And it was this affliction that kept her away from forming bonds. Then she meets Augustus aka Gus, a cancer survivor, and the two just hit it off. But fate has something all togetherly differently planned,

 A heart warming tale of love, endurance, with ghosts of the quote seen yet again and again

         "The World Is Not a Wish Granting Factory"

I cried reading it, maybe you will too...

4. The Hunger Games- Suzanne Collins

How far would you go for family? How far would you go for survival, not life?

Set in a dystopia, the world has been divided into Districts, under the rule of the Capitol. Each year The Hunger Games are organised, a fight for survival between 2 contenders form each district. Everything went on as usual until one head raised. 

This was Katniss Everdeen, who volunteered for her sister. Now pitted in an arena. Can she survive?

This book sheds a powerful light over the spirit of endurance, how one can endure, one can change, one can rebel. Saying anything more, just spoils the surprise!

5. Half Girlfriend - Chetan Bhagat

"Lets come up to a compromise, I will be your Half- Girlfriend..."

Love strikes Madhav Jha easily under the glarign lights of the St. Stephens College, Delhi. There he meets Riya, the girl of his dreams, who he hopes to make her his.What follows next is a series of yes and no, when Riya finally agrees to be his Half- Girlfriend. But life had other plans for them. 

A tale of passion, of love, of meeting adn going high, of sacrificing for love, for being there always.

I finished it in one sitting, maybe you will too,

 

Till then, read comment and share with me your favourite books.

Till next time,

Nancy

OBLIVION ..... :(

Everyone in this world desires to live a special life which brings him fame, name, money and glamour. We all want to be remembered even after the cessation of our lives. But, one must know, that oblivion is inevitable. There was a time before it and there will be a time, no doubt, after it and perhaps Bhagat Singh, prophet Mohmmad and each one of us will be forgotten. In my opinion, a man possessing fear of oblivion is akin to a blind man possessing fear of darkness. What I will say is thatvwe are not and cannot be special to all but definitely to some who love us and, I think, this is sufficient. Attempting to escape something inescapable will only result in naught. To be remembered, someone must be alive who can remember us. But, I feel, that, one day, a strong tide will hit the Earth and kill off the human species. Thus, no one will be remembered by no one.

Living in this beautiful world

can't be described just by words

but what happens after death

will surely take away your breath

After our deaths we will go

to a place that we don't know

but the cloak of truth who wears

pain and agony is what he bears

We are celestial bodies who want to be stars

it is we who wish to remove all the scars

shroud if remembrance want we

but we can't wear it for eternity

One can't escape oblivion

it is the bitter truth and you can't run

the way we came, that way we'll go

silently, into the inescapable black hole

Oblivion is a side effect of dying

hey!!! I am not lying

like every awaiting letter, we'll be sent

to our destination, which will be our end

None will miss, none will remember

one day, we will not be together

like every novel, our story will get over

devastation and oblivion will only hover

Resurrection... no one can gain

and living the afterlife is a thought in vain

there was a time before it & there will be a time after it

things will vanish and nothing will remain beyond it.

JAPAN----- WooHoo!!!

Paradise with Swans.....

In the Womb of Nature

The endless expanse of sky

has so much to convey.

The blue vault above, "Oh", I utter

but a tint of grey makes me cry.

The azure is often visited by myriad birdies.

Oh! I wish i had feathers too

so that I could touch the clouds

and become the heaven's attendee.

The fleet flow and equable ebb of water,

No! No! No! I can't miss it out.

Its undulating ripples narrate its journey

of the reconciliation of the droplets with the river.

Notice the rain dropping at your feet

that stemmed from the icy fields so frigid.

Evacuate the uptown right now

and dance on its rythemic beats.

The air that fills the empty spaces,

we, living every second at its mercy.

Sometimes a gusty gush, sometimes a placid breeze,

sets off everything to move in grace.

The snow glows white on the mountains.

Its splendor at crack of dawn is a godsend.

Fence in the ideal vibes of the massive massifs,

feel the perpetual peace and let go your pains.

Under the shade of an altruistic tree,

every cataclysm turns to naught.

The rattling of its foliage brings in solace

and a curtain of compassion touches me.

Showers of iridescence fill the world with colours.

The divinity of nature edifies everything it touches.

Oh! i can be happy for eternity

in the warm womb of the intransient nature.