akansha thoughts

It’s true that when our friendship ended, it did beget heartache. The bond we shared was rare, I swear, Oh dear, It did pierce my heart when you drifted apart. How strange it is that once we were soulmates and had turned as outsiders now. Those colorful moments of understanding, laughter’s and shared secrets had faded today. It’s true that when our friendship ended, it did beget heartache. I wonder, if this happened because all your needs had been fulfilled? Or, is that you have outgrown yourself from our comradeship. Oh dear, It did pierce my heart when you drifted apart. You steal glances now, if we met by a twist of fate, Eerie silence and hostile demeanors escorts by itself. It’s true that when our friendship ended, it did beget heartache I discern, this phase is a part of life and growing up, It’s natural that people change and evolve and I am bound to move on. Oh dear, It did pierce my heart when you drifted apart. I release you from my own shackles of grudges, May you realize on...

She is mysterious gleaming casting soft lit shadows wistful calmness in the darkness.     White Orb with scars like us yet flaunts its beauty sets a perfect aura for poets beneath.   Waxing from new to full through phases inspiring to embrace the changes within and shine.   This is a poem written on moon by me. It was first published on Penmancy (a writing community). The poem is written in a format known as Cinquaine.   In each stanzas, •           Line one has two syllables. •           Line two has four syllables. •           Line three has six syllables. •           Line four has eight syllables. •           Line five has two syllables. I had given the title as 'Moonwake' which means refl...

"Wow, the Kulcha* tastes heavenly!" Rishi exclaimed lost in its taste. "You are gifted." praised the father-in-law, while gesturing for more gravy by sliding the bowl towards Bindu. She was running in and out of the kitchen fetching extra sugar for the Lassi* fulfilling her mother-in-law's sweet tooth. She made sure that her family had a satiable breakfast. Bindu ate the scarce leftovers without complaining but feeling lonely. She cared for everyone and looked after the house fondly. Rishi would always be occupied with his work and after returning from the office he would eat and fall asleep. Bindu carried all the household responsibilities single-handedly. She expected Rishi to accompany her in a few instances, like asking her about her well-being or just how was her day. But even at the weekends, he would spend time watching movies rather than giving her the quality time she deserved. One night she spoke her heart to him. "Whenever I try to init...

I feel happiest in my skin when:   I achieve my personal goals and pull off those tasks that people say "You can never do it."   I savor that black-forest cake or dessert without any guilt or embarrassment by dining out alone.   I see my son waiting for me gaily until I finish off the chores and feel his tiny arms cuddling me while I sleep next to him, narrating bed-time stories.   I am true to myself, love, and accept the true 'me' even with my flaws.   I give a hundred percent of myself to anything I do.   My eyes have glistened with tears, and I find myself suppressing the laugh due to nostalgic recalling of school/college days with friends at midnight in a Whatsapp group chat.   My best-friend listens patiently to all my complaints and grumbles and still promises to be my side with her demeanor.   My frequency/vibration of thoughts matches with anyone, and we share a heart to heart conversation.   I bounce back again aft...

#Hiraeth #BookReview Title : Hiraeth Author : Dr. Shivani Salil Publisher : Room9 publications Hiraeth is a beautiful tribute by the author Dr. Shivani Salil to the millions of humans who either survived or died by one of the darkest and painful periods of history- The Partition 1947. Every year we celebrate Independence Day commemorating the freedom with great pomp. But then the greatest migration witnessed abductions, inhumane carnages, unfathomable horrors of which the wounds refuse to heal even after 70 years of independence; is the least talked about. The book 'Hiraeth' is a compilation of 24 short stories inspired by the real-life events that portray the emotional pain and suffering of refugees (who were erstwhile normal people just like us) stunningly. The narration is flawless. It takes you to the shops of Lahore, labyrinth lanes of Delhi, the Gurudwara, and the refugee camps at several places. The assiduous research work by the author is reflected thro...