Thursday, April 12, 2018

Musings :: Byron and feels # 3

Lines Addressed To The Rev. J.T. Becher, On His Advising The Author To Mix More With Society
by George Gordon, Lord Byron (composed: 1806) 

  Dear Becher, you tell me to mix with mankind;
     I cannot deny such a precept is wise;
  But retirement accords with the tone of my mind:
     I will not descend to a world I despise.
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Some musings need no words.
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Monday, March 26, 2018

Poem :: When A Star...


Up in the heavens,
A star woke up quiet;
Its sleep was a troubled turmoil,
Having burned through many nights.
It said to a partner,
My sheen's abandoned my soul,
I'm all but a shadow,
Away from splendour,
A hollow Hole.

Monday, March 12, 2018

Poem :: I Wish I Knew I Wasn't Special

At Chowmahalla Palace, Hyderabad

I wish I knew how simple I was;
Nothing special or extraordinary;
Neither glory awaits me;
Nor achievements, a desire.

I could've been, an
Average joe, insignificant;
Or, perhaps a basic bitch,
Whose identity a jest.

But, they told me I'm special,
And believed them I did;
I'm one-of-a-kind,
With talents and flaws so divine.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Poem :: Darling, Did I Tell You About Volcanoes?


How dare you think,
It’ll all be okay?
You’ll whip up a poem, and
Make it all go away?
Scars out of sight,
Run deeper than the Pacific,
Like volcanoes in its cold water.
And, darling!
Did I ever tell you about volcanoes?
Burning, boiling, brimming inside
Hot, molten lava they hide.
When they’re done veiling, and
The burning’s intolerable,
Hell, they unleash with all their might.
Scorching, searing, superheated lava,
Reducing every bit to ash,
Finishing every existence.
And, darling! Do you know,
What the volcano feels?
Relived, calm, and at peace.
-Asra

Image courtesy: Internet. I don't own the image

Monday, February 19, 2018

Poem :: Glory in the Flower (Poetic Musings on Wordsworth)



The thought of our past years in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction: not indeed
For that which is most worthy to be blest;
Delight and liberty, the simple creed
Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest,
With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.

Hence in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither,
Can in a moment travel thither
And see the Children spent upon the shore,
And hear the might waters rolling evermore.

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.

Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often life too deep for tears.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Random Thought :: Spit the Chewing Gum

"A bad relationship is like a chewing gum you were chewing for hours. It is hard and tasteless inside your mouth, yet you can’t bring yourself to spit it out. You become used to the bland spit, the moving of your jaws—you’ve formed a bad habit."
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Random Thought :: Loving Someone

Loving someone is beautiful.
Loving the right person is privilege. 

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Poem :: One Day at a Time

Twenty-eight faces,
The moon’s gone by.
One day at a time,
Without you by my side.

Moments I’ve head,
Fasting, feasting, and festivities of the kind.
One day at a time,
I miss you by my side.

Monday, October 16, 2017

He gets the nerds partying

‘Hey! You’re in Slytherin?’ he asked looking at my green tee-shirt with the Slytherin logo on it.
‘Yes,’ I said.
‘So, I gotta be scared of you!’ he laughed. 'You're probably gonna send snakes on me.'
I wanted to tell him I'd be the most mean Slyth he'd ever meet.
Instead, I said, ‘Oh! I’m one of the good ones.'
‘My house is Hufflepuff,” he said proudly.
I could tell immediately he was ‘one of us’ and by that, I mean the nerds, geeks, cool ones, the ones who dare to speak the Dark One’s name, etc – he’s a fanboy! Wearing his nerd-mania on the ‘sleeve’ (quite literally), Florida-based DJ Elliot reflected every bit of nerd-inclusivity as he got the party started at Comic Con Hyderabad (CCH).

Here's what two nerds spoke about...




This story was first published in The Hans India. Read it here.

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