Ramya

A Fresh Start

With a pen in her hand

She stared at the blank lines

Waiting for her thoughts to expand

So she could create new rhymes

But they stared right back at her

Condensing her thoughts to ice

The lines started to become a blur

And she began to despise

Tearfully, she looked away

And her heart ached, like never before

But she knew, she couldn’t leave it astray

And hugged herself with all love & more

Although it had been a couple of years

His ridicule had been detrimental

Gulping down the lumps of tears

She told herself to be kind, to be gentle

And she resolved to begin again

Wiping those tears she gathered her heart

She knew she had to beat the pain

She scribbled hard on the lines: A Fresh Start

She steered away from his words, resonating

And held her hands to the lines, thoughts pouring

Of the vast oceans, blue waters and ships sailing

Of the open skies, white clouds and birds chirping

Suddenly, there came upon a little smile

And her cheeks blushed, lighting up her face

She warmly looked at her hands awhile

She felt they began to regain their grace

She went back to her lines

They no longer looked empty

Now filled with joy and rhymes

That she believed to be poetry

Her heart felt at ease

She had finally won the fight

Oh, how she wanted time to freeze

So she could read and re-read her lines, in utter delight

Smiling at her silliness

She put her pen aside

Having reclaimed her happiness

She felt truly gratified

London is known for it’s moody weather! I wouldn’t be exaggerating if I said London changes its mood faster than a woman does. Since I have been here, I have tried not to get surprised by a sunny Saturday followed by a sodden Sunday; a windy Wednesday and thundering Thursday. It’s a part of every Londoner’s life!

However, small glimpses like these, of the moon, of blue skies, or of the sunshine on streets and greener lawns make you appreciate the good side of nature even more!

Every sunny day is like a festival here, cheerful and chirpy! And it reminds me that it doesn’t take a lot to be happy! I couldn’t be more grateful about the little things in life that actually make it more meaningful!

Shillong Wedding!

Those small little things

Oh! What joy they really bring!

Going to places hip & happening,

And taking the autographs on a sling.

Reminiscing stories of the boys’ wings,

Ah! All those funny Whatsapp pings.

That poorest of jokes which out of nowhere springs,

That makes you laugh until tummy actually stings.

Oh oh! And when you nudge the bride to demand a diamond ring,

And the groom innocently puts on a act of poor hearing!

And of course, when two best friends decide to go bling,

They add to the party that extra zing.

Not to forget those long car drives where all loudly sing,

As phones lose network and don’t go tring-tring!

Oh! What joy it really brings,

To remember all those small little things!

The Berlin Rain

Of my first impressions on Berlin…

The neon lights shined on

lighting up the streets of Berlin,

The cold breeze hit my face,

but the raindrops felt like gentle pecks on my skin

Walking on that rusted & wired bridge

towards the old station to catch a train

I turned to my friend and spoke to him

of my thoughts on the Berlin rain

Oh Berlin rain!

Why did you feel like my own

and yet were not mine,

Why did you drench me and run away

only so I’d find solace in a bottle of wine?

So I did drink with gusto that night

laughing and losing behind your pain

Yet you trickled down through my hair

reminding me of your whispers again

I stood by the window, still with my glass

Dim outside, your droplets were on the sill;

I had taken shelter at last, but I missed you

and I wished for another heart for you to fill.

That One Thing

Julie Powell in her famous blog “The Julie/Julia Project” (which was later made into a movie by the name Julie & Julia) quotes, “If a large meteor was heading towards earth and I had 30 days to live, I’d spend it eating butter!”.

There is something about butter which makes it so irresistible. If you think carefully, every delicious and extra-yumm dish doled out of any kitchen must have a lot of butter in it (as Julie puts it!). I love butter; to be honest I come from a family of butter-lovers. My grandpa used to have clotted cream (malai in Hindi) with sugar like a snack almost everyday, and my mum is often found eyeing the tiniest iota of cream left on the sides of a milk bowl even now! To top it all, I think the fun in eating cream is a million times more when no one’s watching you eat or lick it. Reminds me of Lord Krishna as I write this, and perhaps His stories are not all a figment of our imagination!

But I digress.

For this post, I thought I’d pick that one ingredient/object which helps add an extra zing to any chosen aspect of my life. Like butter for food. Chocolates for my mood. An orange chinos for my wardrobe. Claire’s Daisy clips for my accessories. And in general, laughter of my loved ones on any given day!