Just thinking...

For the love of Books!

Books have been my one constant friend in my ever changing territory of life.
Growing up in India, only the big cities had libraries and it was a tedious journey to go there by bus so I have only visited the library named Connemara in Chennai once I should say! Also my dad took me to the British Consulate once to see the library they had.

But anywhere I found a book, I would read. Stories soothed me and made me forget the world in which I lived. But I had this one book which I remember getting as a gift – A fairy tales. The drawing were so beautiful and the pages so smooth, that I read probably more than a 100 times.
Then as we moved around a lot when I was young, I lost the book. I was sad and when the internet was introduced and online shopping became a thing, I searched for that book and hoped I would find it again. But never did.

But lo behold, on a trip to my sister home as I was browsing through her book collection, I saw my book. The joy I felt cannot be described and I felt I was that young girl again and was so emotional seeing it. Seeing my reaction, my sister was happy to part with it and now the book is back with my other book collections.  I have read those stories to my children and it felt life comes back in full circle.

 

When I came to U.S, my first visit to the library felt like I was in heaven. Every where I turned there were books – for all genre, for all ages and on top of that it was free and we could take up to 75 books! I read voraciously for all the years that I had lost not reading. I stayed up till 3 a.m reading a book, because I never had the patience to wait for the ending.

It was and still is the best place to be in the world for me!

 

 

 

Poems

Take my hand…

Come take my hand,
Let’s walk to the fringe of the society,
Where stigmas have been stepped over,
Where rules have been bended to fit,
Where the how to’s have been redefined.

Come take my hand,
Let there not be another morning filled with excuses,
For all the things that doesn’t feel right but forced upon us,
That we stay within bounds.

Come take my hand,
Let there not be another night filled with anguish,
That only your soul knows.
But you smile outwards so that you don’t ruffle feathers.

Come take my hand,
Let me lead you to the land of the bold,
Where the lions have walked with their heads held high
Where the warriors have strode towards what felt right.
Where the misfits have not molded themselves to the holes that fit tight.

Come take my hand,
For though the journey is hard and filled with strife,
On your death bed, you will smile!

Poems

Faith & Hope

At times of distress,

When life seems like one big mess

Like the view from behind a black shade

Where Everything looks bleak and grey

When getting out of bed seems like a hurculean task

And you feel like heading outside with a clowns mask

Keeping putting one foot before the other

And just tell yourself I’ll get thru this  hour

For everyone, we’ve got only this day

Even when life seems all lovely we will never know how long it is there to stay

The miseries that are at your doorsteps

Are not tattooed onto your life forever

With just a dollop of faith and a grain of hope

Take a deep breath and calmly cope

For When you are on the other side, you will see

How this pain has broken something deeper within thee,

To bring forth light and discard the unnecessary.

So hold on don’t let go…

For another miracle is yet to unfold.

Just thinking...

“U” is for Utopia

An Artist’s Path

U is for Utopia

I want to live in a Utopian world. Is there anything wrong with that? People tell me it’s unrealistic and I’m setting myself up for disappointment. But I am not dissuaded. I believe you get what you expect and if you don’t dream big, reach for the moon and the stars, you’ll never get your feet off the ground.

I read a poem recently on a blog from a talented writer/poet named Nimmu. I was so moved by her poem of the perfect world that I asked if I could share it for my Utopia topic, she gladly agreed. So here it is: My Perfect World, by Nimmu.

In my perfect world,
We will live without borders
Reach out to one another in time of disorder.

In my perfect world,
We will speak a language everyone understands
Leave our egos and love will outstand.

In my perfect world,
Not one human goes…

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