The Mistful Mind

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

None – or One…


There is no one at the other side…but I’m still seeing you…

Are you my reflection…or its just I am feeling blue (श्याम वर्ण)…


Drenched in memories…

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Life is all about a balancing act…There are many First’s’ in our lives. This is one of them. Today she went to her first swimming class. She is ever fascinated with water…I was constantly watching her moves with a mixed feeling of anxiety and inherent tension, happiness, excitement and the joy of seeing her extremely happy.. I stood still on the bank while she was floating with her tube as if she knows everything…Certainly it was her first time in so much of water but it did not seem so…I was amazed to see her confidence and self-reliance. When asked to come back, she chuckled and went on enjoying her freedom – dancing, playing and rippling in the pool.

She will play, she will learn, win, lose, make mistakes, fail, learn from her mistakes and again will try…everything will become a part and weave a story and then yes! WE are always there at the bank to set things right when in need!!


Healing Soul


You are a quick fix to my broken soul

A cool breeze for heart to console

Not together still not apart

A string between heart to heart

Eyes that meet and drift away

With an eternal wait and slowly slay

No promise to see each other again

No bidding adieu, no good bye pain

Just a ray of hope to sometimes meet somewhere

Tell me…Would you then still care?


An unseen Me….


All I want is Me….

A happy Me…A Careful Me…..

A careless Me….A dareful Me

A Me that can tread the unknown…

With shadow of an unprejudiced zone…

A silent Me…sitting by the river side…

A free soul that none could ever bide

A hustled Me…not trying to fix lock, stock and barrel

With a lose fit…messy hair…muddled apparel

An Eccentric Me in tranquil state of mind

A me ‘en masse’ lost in Me.…untying to find


Shining Stars…….


Shine   Weekly Photo Challange

Millions of pieces…. uncountable bruises…

Actually we have two different worlds which could never ever become one. The living beings are not cherished and something which is not real is much closer. What an Irony! Breathing existence are ignored and when they are dead…they are not even called by their names…just a body…and you spend your whole life pleasing these people, living according to them, killing your own wishes each day…every day and then what you get out of it? Sheer indifference! As if you are not needed. Day after day…night after night…she wanted deep thoughtful conversations, so at least she could speak her heart out…but, Days are spent in a different world and nights are living that world when awake.


How could she connect in a crisis time, when you have not given any importance to her when she needed it the most?  How could she stand by you, when you never paid heed to what she had to express? How could she understand you, when you have no time to listen to her needs? How could she feel your pain when you forced her to become a stone…hard lifeless….heartless….stone?


Yes, she wants to shut the door now…let’s part ways so that we don’t hurt each other anymore…let’s try to be happy in our own world and not forcing the other one to be stuck in this unhappy life anymore…Let her go…



A strong woman knows she has strength for the journey….

But a woman of strength knows it is in the journey where she will be strong…

An unfinished business…


You and I will always remain an unfinished business

Everyday living….everyday dying

Every new day…new awaiting

A mystery unresolved…hard to express…

You and I will always remain an unfinished business

We don’t hold…we don’t leave…

Life unfolds itself …its strands do un-weave…

A shining star is coming that we both believe…

Till the time…we become less obsess…

You and I will always remain an unfinished business



A Silent Noise


Sheer silence, No, it does not scare me anymore. Actually I am used to it.

Sometimes you want it…sometimes you get it when you don’t want it

Sometimes you crave for it

Other times, you are brave enough to let it be

Even the silence has some sound…a strange, queer noise in utter silence

But when I am with you even the silence speaks sweet words

We look at each other…Or in the other directions

We know that we are there for each other, no matter what!

That day…you were gazing at the other direction

And I was waiting for you to turn, so that I can read your eyes

So that I can see the loneliness there…

So that I can see the desire to not let go of the moment

But Strange! They are not there…You have moved on, I guess…


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