Thursday, September 21, 2017

solitude - micropoetry

Solitude doesn't mean
Being alone and lost
Solitude means
Opening the door
Of your mind.


Wednesday, August 16, 2017

notes on french - how to write date

when I started my journey with French I dint knew there would be so many rules so I will be updating this place with few rules so that I don't forget while saying j'aime francais it may mean I love a French so instead of this its j'aime la Langue francaise same way j'aime la cuisine franchise.

- while saying silvousplait don't stretch on vous it can be rude
- while saying merci R is supposed to be muted

au revoir
c'est le jeudi 17 aout 2015
                     Dix Sept aout deux mille quinze

Monday, August 14, 2017

in love with book - i will see you in paris

so there's a book which has captivated me there's a story within the story the characters are speaking to me and I am enthralled not always there's a book which takes me somewhere like dropping crumbs and I like a hungry pigeon eating the crumbs the book is still there half read on the table maybe I will finish it in a day or two and forget about it but a part of it will stay with me forever ad change me just like you feel after reading a good poem the book is I will see you in paris and for now I am in love with it

Sunday, August 13, 2017

i don't know - prose

I still don't know when I read about Rumi I think it was accidental just the way I found my way through blogosphere and I was struck by his words but I never knew one day I myself would be searching my own way out of words
I don't know how or why words why this urge to write it all on pages knowing one day I myself will be dust all I know maybe one day I will be free maybe one day I wont be trapped trying always a way to speak
I don't know where these words will reach what will be the fate but as a poet that's not my job I am meant to hold the pen not wait and watch
I don't know why this fear why the inhibition why we are scared to hold it all why we need to write why poems one by one ..
I don't know,

Saturday, August 12, 2017

book i loved - an unfinished song

1- a lamp is lit in woman's eye.\,
that souls else lost on earth
remember angels by .

2 - we, are we not as notes of music are
   to one another though dissimilar
   such difference without discord as can make 
  those sweetest sounds in which all spirits shake
 as trembling leaves in a continuous air?

few poems from the book An unfinished song which is translation of Swarnakumari Debi Ghosal's Bengali novel Kahake pulished in 1898 " to whom " or an indian love story .

when I picked this book from the library I thought its a poem book but I was wrong its a story book written by sister of Rabndranath Tagore, so yes it does give a peek of woman during that time what enthralled me was the voice and the beauty of that time captured elegantly I will be looking for more books by the same author read this book to know india which we will never see.

notes after reading elif shafaq - three daughters of eve

how do you feel when you pick a book thinking it will transform you take you somewhere else maybe I got to know more about Istanbul culture and the way woman are brought up but later the story drifts the books drifts between present and past the tales weaved in oxford university and the character of professor Azur was something which I couldn't relate so this one is not a soft book which will stay with this book yes is a page turner but somehow the ending deceived me .

my notes after reading - THREE DAUGHTERS OF EVE

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

when letters bring back words ..

Yet again a book
Full of letters pictures
Like a cracked mirror
And I held it
Tried my best to
Put the pieces together

Musing which I felt while turning pages of book " letters home " by Sylvia Plath