Just thinking…

 

Just thinking how the world will turn out, after all the blues is over. Will it be green Or will it be red?

Just thinking how will the nature accept us, after all the blood our hands shed?

Just thinking how will we come across with the faces of ours, with the occupied minds being misread?

Just thinking how the waves will be in time , will they be silent or will they be overheard?

Just thinking how will the flowers bloom in this Era of gloomy mindsets?

Just thinking how will WE turn out to be, will we be HUMANS or yet another junkie following trends?

Just thinking how the world will turn out after all the blues is over.. Will it be green or will it be RED?

Just thinking……

 

~Riya

4th April 2020. I woke up this morning a bit late to usual as it is one of my work-from-home quarantine days that is happening 3 times a week during the nation-wide lockdown in India. Seeing the COVID-19 growth rate and all the negatively spread videos could spoil anyone’s mood for a beautiful day ahead. So I decided not to go through my social media-s ,first thing in the morning and instead look at some beautiful bird images clicked by me (which are finally processed and lying in my phone for quite some time now). So I picked up this very bright and multi-colored bird called Chestnut crowned laughing thrush, that I had taken various shots of in Neora valley National park. Talking of Neora valley, what reminds me of is the calmness in my mind that it gave me. That was a trek which will forever be in my memory as a treasure just for the silence it offers, the silence that Nature offers. So, looking at the image , I started thinking of a good caption to justify it (proving myself as an avid Instagram-er 😉 ). I kept thinking looking at the colors this bird possess simultaneously at the beautiful trees outside my window with the videos,I saw yesterday on the spread of corona virus in India, being mingling in the frontal lobe in one side of my cerebrum, I could come up with this ‘some-what-like-poetry’. Ths is not one of those days that I want to do a lot, but this is one of those days when I want to contribute a lot by doing nothing. You should do the same now too. Stay Home Stay Safe.

Untill next time

Much love

Riya ❤

SHE ~ poetry

She
who is she?

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She is the cloud covering the mountains,
She is the unreachable tip of the hill
She is the elevation.

She is the sparkles of the fire,
She is the dew on the leaves you can only admire
She is the feel.

She is the silhouette of the setting sun,
She is the closeness of moonlight companion
She is the silence.

She is the cherry on your ice-cream, that looks perfect un-eaten
She is the soap bubbles you cant catch,
She is the dream.

She is the twinkle of the stars,
She is the cold breeze you feel from far,
She is the bloom.

She is the unforgettable bite,
She is the warmth of blanket in cold night,
She is comfort.

She is the unread chapter of your story,
She is the hidden glory,
She is the mystery.

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She is the bird that never returned home,
She is the long awaited wish,
She is the prayer.

She is the wing you want to fly with,
She is the vision you see beauty,
She is the first touch.

She is the salt in your food,
She is the drug on your wound,
She is the need.

She is the hug you live for,
She is the kiss you long for.
She is love.

She is the mist in the foggy night,
She is the arms you want to hold tight,
She is togetherness.

She is your cake, your tea
She is the basic,
She is luxury.

She is the sound of the waves,
She is the chirp you crave,
She is happiness.

She is the sweetest voice,
She is the kindest heart,
She is the longing.

She is the mermaid of your fantasy,
She is the star in your dreams,
She is Her.

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Somewhere in the clouds
in the foggy mountains
in the salty oceans
you will find her.

Still the conclusion awaits.
Who is she?

~Riya

Prominently Similar- Poetry

ProminentlySimilar

The perception of viewing a thing particular
Seems so prominently similar
To the one that was owned earlier,
but now older.

 

The continuous denial of the truth
in vision of having the same eye
that mind ignores and the heart sees through

 

The sustainable trial of accepting the offer
that has been served
with love and no risk of nearby adieu

The concept of expecting equal warmth in the arms
of the person you had and now you persue
catering the same to the individual
you pray to provide your love to.

The provision of infinite supply
of the promise made
without a known fortune
to take the side by.

The understatement of the inner self
to postpone the happiness for the time being
and stay up for the pretention
towards the one and only human being.

The perception of viewing a thing particular
Seems so prominently similar
To the one who was the beholder,
but now a moulder.

                                                                                                                                             

 

Much love

Riya

Yes I am A woman! ~Poetry on woman’s day

Yes I am A woman!

Yes I am A woman
But also a human, just like you
Not something you can easily accrue.

Pink has been signified as my hue
But if needed I might turn into blue.

Be it Mother Teresa, Kalpana Chawla or Mary Kom
I have been famous to make a debut
To start a trend new.

But the dream I always wanted to Pursue
Is long time overdue
Definition of respect needs to get renewed.

I am not a TOY that you will screw
Or even buy with your so-called-revenue.

Even my purest form of blood for the society is a TABOO
And the way you deal with me is okay with you???

Length of my skirt and my striped belly is what you want to sue
The day will come, my long hairs and big eyes will be a matter of risk too.

You say, you respect me
I believe that’s untrue
I will ponder upon you
The day you will actually do!

Look beyond my modesty and
Peek into my dignity
If you still find me unfamiliar
Look around any and every corner!

Be it your mother, sister, friend, teacher or Who…
Believe me! I am a woman
But also a human just like you!

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8th March is celebrated as International Women’s day. Let’s not celebrate the day but celebrate the womanhood.

Much love

Riya

Left behind ~ Poetry (Haiku) 

There was a time

I loved a girl

I knew she loved me back 

The way I did

Or even more than that.


For the obvious reasons

I couldn’t be hers &

She couldn’t be mine

Like all the other stories

I was left behind. 


   – Tale by a lonely lover.

My first attempt on haiku(not exactly Japanese version but short poetry or free verse).


Much love

Riya

Thrust of love ~ Poetry

Thrust of love”

When your fingers roll around my bare back
And your lips silently touches my naked neck.

As My trembling hand moves towards your shoulders
I grabbed all the sheets in the folder

Your feet on my toes
I forgot about all my taken vows

You looked into my eyes
Filled with shameful lies

I couldn’t make a sound as my lips were sealed.

You touched me again, and every chapter of mine was pealed

As you pushed me behind the doors
My heart was screaming, make me yours

Closing my eyes
My senses came back to time,
The dream I just had was never mine.

Was I proud for what I felt?
Or my life will be again full of guilt!

Guilt of the mistakes I never did,
To rationalize the world my heart build.

The drawing in the image is made by me 🙂

Much love

Riya

“Love or lust” – Poetry

Is this love or it is lust ?
I ask just why it is must?

If it was lust, it wouldn’t be you
It would be my greedy eyes on you

Then why don’t we leave a chance
To get done with the romance

It has to be one of the laws of attraction
Else why not I get the answer for my equation

I know this is wrong, just so wrong.
But day by day my feelings would only go strong.

I said this is for the time being, it will fade away
Because I never knew you will made my heart your forever stay.

When did it happen, when did we come close
Only to let you know the situation will become worse

It is possible by not meeting
But how to stop my heart from beating

Yes it is my heart , that looks out for you
With its every beat, it remembers you

Now it’s time.
To realise you are not mine
Always it hurts
May be little lessen with time

The only person should know this is you
Well you know, my heart belongs to you

Now it’s time for you to leave
As you loved me, that’s what I believe.

Much love

Riya

“He”_ The one (Poetry)

Amidst all the rush in our lives,

Amidst all the happiness and traumas,

All the losses and gains,

All the laughter and cries,

All the truths and lies,

All the causes and reasons,

All the feelings and emotions,

He comes and stays and makes them his own.

Your heart skips a beat and you know.

He is the keeper. He is the ONE

I wrote this for one of my closest friends who is getting engaged this November. I am happy she is happy 🙂

Much love

Riya

I am not suppose to be – poetry

I am me

I am myself

Do you have a problem with that?

Yes I m terrible,I do horrible things, but who doesn’t anyways.

I eat, I don’t

I bath,I dont

I talk,I do a lot

I study,I don’t

I sleep, I don’t

I dream,I do a lot

That’s what I have known being me,myself.

I think I am cute

I think people likes me

I think I am solved

I think I know where am I going

I think I love to work

I think people at work loves me

I think I have friends

I think friends think I am their friend

I think I am in love I think he loves me too

I think I miss my parents

I think my brother misses me too

I think I want to party

I think I can stay alone

I think I can take care of myself

I think I can shop alone

I think I like to cook

I think he loves to eat that

I think I am strong because I can’t b weak enough

I think I am funny because people laugh at me

I think I am stupid Because I dont think much before saying

I think I am smart because I know what am I doing

I think I love my job Because I can’t wait to be there

I think I hate my home Because loneliness kills me here

No..no it’s not the fact,

It’s what I think

But the fact is,

I know what I want

I know what I need

I know what I am supposed to be

At least I am not supposed to be alone At least that is not what I was meant for.

I wrote this when I stayed alone in kolkata in my initial years of service. I am happy Its not the case anymore

Much love

Riya

A dream to come true- Poetry

I woke up in the middle of the night,

To see you laying beside, all innocent.

I kissed your nose and reached your eyes,

U stared and said, What is it about hon? Is there something you want?

I said yes, I have a dream to come true

” A dream, In which I am unknown to the people, but you

In which no one knows me like you do.

I wanna be your life darling,

I wanna be your wife,

I wanna be the mother of your child.

Yes I have a dream to come true

A dream that completes with you. “

And you convinced as promising as ever,

My love, You will get everything you want

You will get the life of your chance.

And I kissed you again and slept in your arms.

That is what I remember as I woke up to see that you were gone.

I smiled As if you were ever here to be gone.

Yes I have a dream to come true.

A dream that is incomplete without you.

Riya