Complete Sleep

Unfinished glass of milk

Scattered toys

One-eyed Doll

Broken toys

Tireless cars driven across the window panes

Dirty legs imprinted on beds

Water guns showering on everyone

Undone homework

The days of my childhood- I wish to hold on to.


Childhood is the wonderful era in anyone’s life. An era that we cannot go back to but be a witness in our own kids. Memories are created by us, but least remembered by us. When I tried to recollect my own memories, it seemed like I have forgotten what my childhood was like. Then I gazed across my living room watching my kids play brought back thousands of memories with my little brother.

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If I could go back to those days, I always treasured some special moments like

  • the first doll
  • tents inside my home
  • the rainy day boat making
  • the fresh smell of the books
  • the adorable pencils, erasers and cute lil sharpeners
  • the afternoon lunch  surprises
  • the first time I ever got to buy myself a snack from the canteen.
  • my first ink pen
  • My first watch
  • My first Barbie-like doll .( Barbie was never affordable to us then)
  • My first train journeys wherein I used to get a chance to much on every snack that was sold.

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Yes , I too thought the same, even though we never had a car.

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Memories were endless. It was refreshing indeed to be able to recollect a few of them. To me, the first watch is something I always treasured.

Every day, I was grown up watching my dad with his watch. He used to wear them all along – like during his lunch, dinner, work, walk, sleep etc. I was so fond of watches then. But yes, like all other kids, I never knew how to check the time.

When I was in smaller classes, my mom used to get me those fake watches with those flashy screens, which becomes dead in a few days span. I only had the first few day hype for it.

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I always wanted a watch like my dad had- those silver straps square dial totally looked elegant. When I was in the third standard, my parents gifted me a black strapped square dial watch with a digital screen.

It was the happiest moment for me. I slept with it, ate with it and I did almost everything with it in my hand, that finally, I got those strap marks imprinted on my wrist. Still, I was indeed very happy. I had that watch for years and years when finally my parents got rid of it and brought me a new one with the similar look.

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Even now, no golden color or attractive watches take my mind off, because I still cherish the beauty of  “my first watch”, and nothing can beat it.

Looking back,

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We just lived creating memories.



What is real?

What is unreal?

Everything is churned and become the new world around us. The world now we see is the adulterated version of the real world. 

Where are kindness, care, love, affection, and values?

Everything is now a corrupted version of life, that we are living. There is no bond, no empathy, no selfless love, and care. The whole world is centered around greed and the root cause is power or money that we all crave to attain in one or the other way. Emotions are drained and people have become like mannequins standing in the glass house watching the street filling with the colors of violence. 

Friendship is a treasured gift, I always kept close to my heart. During my childhood, if a friend of mine who, never bothered to talk to me asked for help, I used to give them my share of help as much as I could. But in return, there was not even an acknowledgment from their side. I was always taught that a help should be offered with utmost clear heart, without expecting anything in return. Hence I neglected the thought that came to my mind, as it was hurting me. The scenarios repeated, yet all I got in response was complete negligence. Everyone came to me only when it was required until then I was a trash to them, I realized that they were never worthy to be my friends. It was hard indeed to keep away and deck my face with the fake smile. Yet, with years of betrayals, I learned the fact that ” No one really cares”. True faces were totally difficult to be found in our network. Everyone just utilizes the friendship hand we offer and then go ahead to do the backbiting. 

To my surprise, there are friends who without even us expecting, come and stand with us in the realm of our problems, holding us like a single piece and never let us shatter away. These friends are the unadulterated version of Friendship, whom I treasure the most. I am abundantly blessed with such ones, whom I can rely on even in the middle of any circumstance. It is said when we share a secret with a friend, either the friend utilizes it or keeps it safe like a hidden treasure. The latter categories are hard to find and difficult to keep. 

Honesty and trustworthiness have being deteriorated in the present world. Everywhere around us, we find pestilence. The true picture is now faded away , what we see are the remains of the true world. 

Adulteration of Food is very commonly happening in our society. Companies and Manufacturers aiming to attain profit malpractice with the food products, which the common man survives on. Even if it is water, food or anything, adulteration has crossed its limits. 

Once I remember reading that the canned water that is supplied to households and other areas are brought from the contaminated water, without even being purified. It just broke my trust in everything. The thoughts clouded my mind :

” how could ever they do like that? 

If they could not drink it, how could they offer it to others? ” 

Yet that is the world around us now. Everyone aims their comfort and joy. People just show care and love in words, but in reality, they just become meaningless jargons used to win over.  

Even in this contaminated world, I always had my eyes and hopes on to find the true selfless beauty of life. It is like adulteration has clouded the world, hiding the real ones, yet the clouds do not remain in there always. 

Let us believe that there is sunshine ahead of us beyond these dark clouds and hope to be an unadulterated version in this society to at least keep the candle of hope burning. 


I rightly remember the time I discovered the passion to write. It was the time when I was struggling in motherhood. Even the slightest sight of my daughter in pain was making me vulnerable. My brain began to think deeply and thoughts clouded up, which was, in fact, projecting my imagination. I was actually living in a world where the truth and my thoughts mismatched. It was when I decided that to silence my thoughts, I would better put my silent mind into the words I wish to speak out.

At times it is my child who awakens the world of letters in me that let me pen down my thoughts. My initial writings were mostly in the thought process as a new mother. Spreading what I am experiencing, my struggles, my happiness, my worries etc. became a part and parcel of my daily life.

I always loved traveling, exploring the nature, watching the best of it could deliver to me. I always dreamt of the world where I would be just living soaked in the beauty of nature rather than the life amongst the skyscrapers, high rise buildings, pollution etc. I am pretty sure, most of us have the same vision of a peaceful life. It was when I decided to be little more poetic ( of course I never knew I was going poetic until my good wishers told me ). It was indeed a surprise for me.

I look at every thing around me, with a positive attitude. Everything around me inspires. Even a movie scene or a word spoken anything and everything around me ignite the writer in me. The time I decided to pursue my passion to write more poems, I decided to choose “Love” as my topic, it was pretty valentines day, that changed my life. Words became my life by then.

I always strongly believe to live the life unplanned. There is no excitement in a planned life. It is the same with my words too, I do not plan ahead, as anything can inspire me to write down.

Like the touch of the wind

whispering of the leaves

like the morning dew 

The cuddling of your arms

the tears that roll down your cheeks

the lovely smile

the wrinkles of old age

the innocent kisses from the little child

the passion 

everything brings out the best in me 

oh my World around me

you are my inspiration

you are the world to me.