Awards, yeah! *sigh*

June 8, 2012 § 32 Comments

long pending post. some awards that were pending for a while, had to be acknowledged. i am a little lazy, so!

so the first one comes from : Kreativ Blogger Award. Naima is a wonderful and kind woman who writes beautiful, versatile posts. no rules! but, thanks naima!! 🙂


next, are a couple of ’em from Wendell at

 now any award coming from him is a great honour!! he is that guy! 😀 


 thankyousoomuch wendell! 🙂

next is another Versatile Blogger Award from Rosy at funnily, she gave me my first Versatile Blogger Award too, while she is one of the most versatile bloggers i know of! 😛

and the final one comes from Boomie at gosh, i love the woman’s strong writing!!


thank you Boomie, Rosy, Wendell and Naima!

now, its too much of a task to pass all of em on. so i’d just give a list of some of my favourite blogs. each blog i mention here deserves much more than simple awards! 🙂 (Philosophy, poetry, Zen) (Sketching) (Philosophy- special mention) (Poetry) (Poetry) (Poetry) (Poetry) (Poetry) (Life) (poetry- special mention) (Zen) (Life) (Poetry) (Poetry) (life- special mention) (EVERYthing you need in a blog!) (Poetry) (poetry)


Happy blogging everyone, and have a great weekend ahead! 🙂



June 5, 2012 § 37 Comments

The answer to that question
can only be sung.
Can only be whooed under
the sleeping sun.
Can only be rained.

It can’t be Googled, archived,
written or spoken.

But it can be born. The answer
to that question can be born
in a Hyatt or a hostel.

Then it will have to be rained.
Rained by a guitar, tossed by the

Or it can be rained by quite words,
a slight tilt of face and that smile.

Then the answer to that question
will have to be felt. By you.
You will have to sit down with your
thoughts, cry into empty hands.
Pray for the first time
to presence that knows no name.
To presence that knows no name
give thanks for the loss of an ol’ dream.

Then sing, and sing. In whatever
voice you have.
The answer to that question
can only be sung.


P.S. This post is for a very dear friend, Vipul. 🙂

This is for you, my friend! We may be technically neighbors who havent met in a year’s time. But, you are a part of me i cannot do without!

I see you.. In me!

June 4, 2012 § 19 Comments

Following is a poetic conversation i had with my blogger friend Prashant on Twitter! It’s fun tweeting and we’re both crazy! Madness is what i seek, when i am talking to him!! 🙂

Archana: strangers passing in the street
by chance two separate glances meet
and i am you
and what i see is me.
Prashant: the glance is of a moment
in the orchestrated sway of minds
you take all of me away
and leave all of mine behind
Archana: and in that one moment
i think i’ve lived all my life
there is a momentary lapse of reason
and then everything seems right
Prashant: the lapses you talk of
are the bits of the life we seek
momentary is the self we live as
cherish the uncertain as we speak
Archana: do we know what’re we seeking
or is it uncertain too
so many thoughts in my head
i wonder what to do
Prashant: u spoke of being in awe
as you chase a perfect life
believe in the madness of love
best to be kissed when the time is right
Archana: chasing life isnt my thing
i think its just a fuss
thats what i’ve been looking for
love with all the madness
Prashant: the madness of love
is the subtle touch of life itself
for him to know how to hold you
you must know how to be held
Archana: that i’ve always known
even wrote a post on it you liked
but there arent many men out there
who can handle a woman equivalent to a pike
Prashant: to call ourselves “men”
we need to think beyond our testosterone
this “pike” isn’t to conquer
just be honest and she is won
Archana: now how many of those
would actually think like that
i am kinda jinxed that way
only the wrong ones i attract
Prashant: the madness in love
is a thing of sense and sensibility
jinxes may last a lifetime
but this madness lasts full eternity
Archana: its not like i’m not mad that way
you have to see me to judge
but all the men i meet
are either sissy or studs 😛
Prashant: the image we create
is to hide our fears within
whom am I to judge you
a woman strong, knowing love and worth believing
Archana: i know you wouldnt judge me
a man who knows love would not
i like our conversation quite a lot
this deserves a proper post 😀
Prashant: so being a gentleman
I am supposed to carry you from here
the verses you hymned today
simply make things better and clear
Archana: and i wouldnt mind that sir
you are Mr. Angle
you help me hunt for perspective lately
when i am kinda lost and dull
Prashant: you being in your spirits
makes my day here
if I don’t feel you smiling but dull
even the literary orgasm isn’t a pleasure
Archana: makes me wonder
where were you all these years
you make me laugh and chirp at times
drowning my worst fears 😀
Prashant: I’m not The One
I am certainly not The Best
I’m just a “Ghost” who talks well
appearing, when walk away the rest
Archana: a pearl wouldnt know
its own worth anytime
i appreciate the gesture
and i like the way we rhyme! 🙂


June 3, 2012 § 36 Comments


You have lived for ten years with a woman and suddenly one day she is angry. And you had never thought that she would be so angry! For ten years you have watched her and she has been always so tender, so loving, so compassionate. And suddenly one day she is so  angry that she would like to kill you. Unpredictable!

And you were getting settled and you had started taking her for granted, and you were thinking that you knew her.

Nobody knows anybody. Neither she knows you nor you know her. We’re all strangers.




June 2, 2012 § 17 Comments

This post is dedicated to Gunjan and Gaurav, just so they know i DO write happy poetry too! 😀

(Image courtesy:


Run into the vast
green fields to catch
her. Kiss the orange
sun as it rises.
Hear the water gushing
in that stream.
But do not touch her.
She’s beyond what you
or your metaphysical thoughts
could ever comprehend.
Her light is far brighter
than your ‘smart-ass
woman. Just because she
doesn’t show it to you,
does not mean she
does not have it.
She has it all. And
more. All that you’ll
never know or see, coz
she chose to keep you

P.S. A lot of my comments on blogs are not appearing. Please check your spam folders. I am reading and commenting on all your posts! 🙂

And some more..

June 2, 2012 § 26 Comments

this whole award thing can be strange. the more you decide to run away from it, the more they come to you themselves!

anyway, there were about three awards i had to accept, and i thought what-the-heck! why not do it all in one single post, and get over with it!!

okay so this one comes from a very-good-newly-found-blogger-friend Prashant from his, is one of the most genuine blogs i have come across. the guy is secretive about things, but very mature in his writing! 🙂

no rules attached with this one. thankyouverrymuch Prashant! you know when do i say that!! 😛

okay, on to the next one.

this one comes from Vimal,

this guy writes some awesome poetry, and well reads mine with equal enthusiasm too! 😀

this has to be passed on. so, here goes:

and the final one, thankfully!!

also comes from Vimal,

thank you, for the honor Vimal. 🙂

this one involves some details. so, here i answer your questions, Dear Award! 😀

Favorite color: Black

Favorite number: 3

Favorite drink: LIIT

My Passion: Exploring that area!

Getting or Giving Presents: Giving, anyday!

Favorite Pattern: Sleep-eat-sleep! 😛

Favorite Flower: Orchid

and i am going to pass this on. umm, lets see!

and, it’s done. not so difficult a task, apparently! 😀

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