Look at you

Had you any inkling, of how original you were

How your curvy tresses, unkempt, were the cascades of Eden

And how you uttered words of supposed cacophony that launched ships

Did you know

That it did not matter how they looked at you

But it does matter how you see yourself

Look at you, rising from the wreckage, embracing storms…

Look at your threshold

At the Aurora you became, and the Sun in his chariot, seeking your aproval…

to ascend.

Just –

Look at you…

How could we know…

Little did we know,

That the green sea was limitless

Before we even set sail.

We were warned about the gales…

The more we were ‘told’

The less we saw;

The more we were ‘shown’

The less we could fathom.

The deep sea had more wonders

And less of dangers

But, before we set sail,

We grew weary of imaginary storms

That brewed in coward minds

And paralysed

The strongest of chimes

The Inchcape Rock, the bell for instance,

Was not defined………..

Your day…

So when your day arrives,

go floating by the Sun.

Cool it with your unfazed smile.

Tell him to sleep awhile.

For you’ve taken over the dawn,

And the warm Twilight

Is yours to claim…


Tell the birds –

You can also sing along

And the beaches must know

That you are the one,

Why waves have danced all night…

Go tell the stars,

That they twinkle…

Because you have been all


Along with the

Morning Sun.

You be you; I be ME

Take for instance,

your life…

beautiful as it is –

It cannot define

What my life “should” be like.

Take for instance,

your tree…

leafy as it is,

It cannot replace

The roses in my terrain.

Take for instance,

the rain in your tracks –

It cannot be similar,

to the hailstorm in my shacks.

So you be you;

And i be me.

Lest it all dissolves,

Into eternity.


When did I say I needed the Sun

It was just a while, that the rays would thaw

Whatever was frozen inside….

Little did I know

That my own blaze

Was enough

To melt glaciers of hurt

And mounds of century old ice.

The Legend is no more…

My drive to and fro to work day before was pleasant and had me singing aloud. It was because somebody died.

No, I am not insensitive, just that the someone who died is still alive.

Amongst us.

Shaking our senses with melodies that will never die. Lata Mangeshkar left us.

Huge, big, big, loss we say.

But look at the FM channels, they kept playing such heart wrenching beautiful numbers.

I almost cried listening to songs of ‘Rudaali’

“….O more chandramaa…Teri Chaandni ang jalaye
Unchi tor ataari
Maine pankh liye katwaaye….

Dil hum hum kare….
Ghabraaye… ek boond kabhi paani ki

Meri ankhiyon se barsaaye…”

It took a demise to shake things in such a magnanimous way. Why is it so with the world?

That when loss is evident, the gathering starts.
That when distance is clear, we start moving forward.

Why is it, when fire consumes all, a soothing shade lifts the pall…

Affirmations #14

When stars retire and dawn descends

All will be transparent.

The inevitable Sun will draw the curtains,

And once again,

There’d be enough of rays

For each one of us…

To take home.

© Shalini

Words are superpowers.

And each one of has been bestowed with plenty of it. One word can heal, the other can cause ruin beyond repair. Does this not make us God? Does this power not lend us a divine air? And yet, we keep talking, blurting all the time. It’s like this superpower was administered without much thought.

What if we had to pass through a rigorous test to procure the power of speech. What if there was a selection process of sort? What if we were granted a trial period, to test how diligent and cautious we are with them?

What if we could not speak for the rest of our lives if we caused hurt?

What if we are rendered muteness for an entire life if we are careless with our words?

And what if we had to pay enormously for buying our speech back?

How will that change the world?


A little less sunnier

A little more cloudy

Tha haze today

Undid all till midday

The lesser the eye could fathom

The more the mind could grasp

The lesser my shadow shrank

The taller I became.

Affirmations #13

To take a leap of faith and invest in whims,

To ride beyond the tracks which lead to inns,

To know steadfastness is a virtue,

That is awed and worshipped.

To not wonder where the end is…

To rest in my own hermitage,

To not wait for approval,

To type as long as fingers cease to exist,

To be…

To be what I promised myself to be

A Hope-

In Adversity

A force-

In all deriding conservativity…..

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