The Mistful Mind

Myriad of thoughts & feelings, unheard..unspoken words poured out..


I was analyzing, over analyzing, thinking, re-thinking, over thinking, interpreting, over interpreting and misinterpreting a situation. Cursing someone in mind, cursing my fate in mind and was also vocal about it. Yes I did all of that..

…and then suddenly …frantically…hysterically and wildly searching and invading something into my bag, as if it will cure all my problems….. Felt difficulty in breathing at a point in if I am a drug addict….

I somewhat felt the sting the drug addicts might have been going through…Fierce urge to have something…uncontrollable emotions…about to burst into tears….

Where is that piece of chocolate? Ahh…what a relief…And yes, it actually healed me…calmed me down…soothed me to the core-..and the soul is now satisfied…(on a much lighter note)





“I am just amazed by the way you complete me

An hour seems to be a life time…

A touch seems to be so divine…

At times, you are mean; at times you are lethal honest..

I can never have enough of you”…..

Said Radha to her Krishna…


Wind…the story conveyor…


She wants to evoke the time they met again

It all started as ordinary and plain

He loved her since ages and could not show

He could not stop the time and let it flow

She willingly went to an unknown place

To love everyone and to embrace

She poured her heart, her body and soul

Her emotional health took a toll

His love dawned upon her one fine night

She was bewildered, whether now is it right?

Why now, why not then?

She started questioning all over again

All the emotions…outbursts were carefully veiled

She resisted it…but splendidly failed

The waves were wild but now they are quite

Time has come for the story to re-write


Little Wonder


A magic happened last night! Yes Magic! A beautiful, magical, magnificent fairy came to me last night and with her fairy wand she taught me a life lesson which is very commonly heard these days but rarely applied: “Love yourself“. And the conversation goes as:

Me: (Sad, after returning back from my fitness class): Why me? Whats wrong with me? See my fellow has lost 3 Kgs weight in just 8 to 10 sessions. And look at me! Ghrrrr…. Not even an inch or half a pound deviated from what it was the very first day.

Fairy: hmmm….Now don’t be jealous.

Me: No, I am not jealous, I am just …..umm…..sad (it was actually heartbreaking for me )

Fairy: Did you hear that story of Rabbit?

Me: (Reluctant to listen to that age old Rabbit and Turtle story one more time), Yeahhh…I have heard that…turtle goes slow and wins it at the end. Yes I know that story.

Fairy: No Dear…That’s not the story, I am talking about..

Me: Then which one?

Fairy: It is a story of a Rabbit who was white in colour. He wandered around the forest and saw different birds and animals. He thought that all of them are so colorful and so different. But he was depressed as he only had one color and that is plain White. He tried to paint himself with Red, Blue, Green, Orange and what not in order to look like the other animals and birds…

At the end, an old fox came and told the Rabbit that you are very beautiful in your own way. Look at the pure white colour you have. You can mix different colours and get a new colour. But no one can make a white colour with mixing all the colours. So, white, in itself contains many colours in it. So, be happy that YOU are that colour. Rabbit understood the fact and stayed happy and content and beautiful as long as it lived.

Me: Who told you this story?

Fairy: It is there in my Hindi Text Book Mom and it was taught today in our class. So Mumma, you are beautiful as you are today and hugged me really tight…

Me: Tears roll down from my cheeks…no words to say…Absolutely speechless…

Now, do I need to tell you all, who is that Fairy? Yes…guessed it right…It is my 6 years old Daughter…

What astonished me, is that how the child analyzed my gloomy mood along with the disappointment of not losing weight, related the incident to one of the stories she has read in her school book and consoled me with all that she has like a Mother…..

Me, as a Mom, go through and witness many miracles every day with this little wonder…but this one, I will never be able to forget all my LIFE…could not stop myself from sharing it with you all….




You turn the black into white

You turn the dark into bright

The vague eyes …blinded by tears

You only bestow the sight

No, you do nothing

No talks of Fluffing

You turn back a man

From a dead point ending

With so much of care in heart

Even when your own falls apart

You give her the meaning

Of her own existence, her very own part

She leans, she learns, she counts on you

You were always the backbone, she never knew

And now when the eyes are soaring, the heart aching

You came back as fresh as moist dew

रिश्ते …

praise2वो रिश्ते बेहद खूबसूरत होते है
जिन पर कोई हक़ भी नहीं कोई शक भी नहीं


A dream within a dream…


Have you seen a dream at dawn?

It seems so real, so newly born

So fresh in your remembrance

So lively in all its presence

Have you seen the only star shining bright?

Glowing – spreading everywhere its light

Twinkling and showering love

Telling you the meaning of true-love, re-love

I wish not to open my eyes

For I don’t want to lose what lies

A dream, no matter how real it may seem

Will fade away with the truth extreme



IMG-20171220-WA0033Now, a-days, a strange feeling is hovering over. A strong urge to escape…a feeling to run away is taking over. At some point of time, she wants to get up and flee away somewhere…sometimes she just want to go to an unknown place where no one would know her. Anyways, she is not a celebrity that she needs to hide herself from the eyes of her fan…No, nothing like that. Then why she wants to hide? Where she wants to go? Why she wants to escape? From whom she wants to go away? This is an eerie feeling.

Now-a-days, she wants to learn many things at one go…sometimes; she wants to learn the art of stitching and knitting, which she has hardly done in her life throughout and was never too interested about. Other times, she wants to learn painting, dancing, music, sketching, gardening and what not? She can spend hours and hours just watching beautiful, innovative videos to decorate homes, she feels happy seeing those DIY project videos. Whether she is able to do any one of them or not, is a different story altogether. She wants to read a book, but leaves it half way. She wants to travel, but is afraid to. Why? There is no answer or maybe it is better not to answer.

Now-a-days, she is searching aimlessly which course she should pursue to improve her skills and knowledge, but she is not able to make up her mind yet. She is searching and searching and just searching, whether it is a job, a course, a professional skill, a place, a refuge, a solace or may be a person. She is just searching, but finding nothing. Nothing seems to fill her cup. Sometimes, she wants to visit her native place, later on thinks, there will be no rest there as well. People will ask numerous questions, but nobody would be willing to understand. She has started the most dangerous thing to herself. She has started comparing her life with others. She sees others happy even after hundreds of wrong doings they have done. She is doing everything right, but is not happy. Others are getting everything they want, her happiness is snatched away.


Torn between dreams & realities…


I long to speak thousands words in a minute but I chose silence

So that I can choke myself within and keep it as remembrance

I guzzle every breath feeling your presence

So that superficial words may not ruin the essence

Sitting on the green grass, gazing the sky

With you by my side my heart desires to fly

An action replay of all your words just goes infinitely

Will I ever? Ever be able to deny?

Your argot, your thoughts, your words that taught

Me about my own sense of being

But alas, I lost me in you perfectly

Never to return back from there and I must not


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