Thrice as good: Sunshine Award

So I must say I was pretty elated when I got the sunshine award from three fellow bloggers. Let's say I was full of sunshine! It was high time I stop being lazy and share the love that I have received from Sushree, Namrata and Sachin.

Now Sushree does brilliant fiction, human emotions so well played. I'm always in awe when I read her work.

Namrata does beautiful poetry, I always enjoy reading her work!

Sachin has a beautiful space: Photographs, music, posts and poetry!

According to the rules of the Sunshine Award

* Display the award on your blog

* Show your gratitude and link back the person who nominated you.

* Nominate Up to ten of your favorite deserving bloggers who positively and creatively inspire others in the blogosphere.

*Link the nominees in your post, and let them know.

* Write TEN interesting things about yourself.

Since I am in love in poetry, we are involved you see, my Nominations for the Award are:

Nilanjana: This woman knows her poetry too well! I think  know I'm in love with her writing :D

Ankur: His poems have this raw intensity, awed!

Amrit Sinha: I wish I could steal his poetry. Brilliant work!

Jyotsna Bhatia: MAD haiku skills. Really!

Soumyajit Pradhan: I regularly stalk this blog.( Poetry of course*grins*)

Fiza Pathan: Another brilliant poet, published too! 

Shreesha Divakaran: Raw, brimming with emotions, heart wrenching at times.

Rajlaksmi: You could lose yourself in her page. She breathes poetry methinks.

Priya: Okay this one isn't poetry, but books. Recently stumbled on this blog, love at first sight.

Mia: Her first attempt at poetry, based on a bag of chips. Yes I want to read more from you!

Now the difficult bit, ten things about me:

I'm a perfume freak, I've lost count of the number of perfumes I have right now.

My blog was created due to lack of sleep, hence the name Midnight scribbless.

The word 'midnightscribbles' was taken up while registering for the blog, so I sneakily added an 's' at the end. Are you checking now? *grins*

All of my poems are written in one go and under mere minutes. If I find it difficult to write, I discard the poem. No editing either, that's why they're scribbles.

I suck at talking about myself, but somehow I can express that through poetry.

I'm extremely clumsy, bumping and falling everywhere I go.

I've been a shy person all my life, ever since I've started blogging, I've changed just a little.

I'm struggling to give ten points about myself lol.

I love baking, reading and writing.  I could happily spend a lifetime exploring the three.

I dream of travelling to each corner of India, each city, each town, each state at least once in my lifetime.

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There's so many more bloggers I wish I could share the love with. On varied topics like fiction, books and photography.  But I limited them to poetry :)

Poetry

On the occasion of world poetry day, I would like to share a part of me, my life, my poetry. My poetry is rather straight from the heart, my emotions compel me to write down each verse with a raw sense of being. Hence the following verse was penned down today.

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And so the poetry flows,

In that direction where my heart goes. 

What happens after, who knows? 

The story of my life shall tell.

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For I do not know where life shall take me, but wherever I shall be, there shall be poetry.

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My Favorite poem is death be not proud. I could read this over and over again and still be lost in the words.

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Words too many: My dream Library

My little collection of books by my bedside.

It had been five days that I hadn't written a single word. It’s not very often that happens to me mind you. I do tend to scribble at least two lines a day. Did I finally have the famous writer's block? 

Browsing through Indisprire, I fell in love. Literally. With an idea! My dream library. Such ideas ran through my head! The authors, the books I have wanted to read for the longest time. I could feel the excitement run through my veins. There’s far too many books that I would like to read. I will begin from the ones I have already read.

I quickly snapped a photo of my bedside books. My current library comprises of  around 500-550 books.( I wish I had more *sigh*) A major chunk of them are Enid Blyton, Rudyard Kipling and other such books for children. They were my childhood books that I just can’t seem to part with. The little prince, Frankenstein, Pinocchio, White Fang, Malgudi Days, Sherlock Holmes, Judy blume, the famous five and Nancy drew were the books I read as I grew up. With teenage, my choice of books changed too. I now turned to Sidney Sheldon, Erich Segal, Mary Higgins and silly romantic Mills and boons. What a phase that was! ( Thank God it's over!)

Another shelf comprises of self motivational books by Robin Sharma, Tony Buzan, Jack Canfield and other such authors. This phase hit me as I completed my graduation. From chickenSoup to Whale done, from Who will cry when you die to the monk who sold his ferrari.

The greatness guide, Fish tales, project 50, Think Big! the art of oratory, Zen and the art of motorcycle, the 7 habits of highly effective people, the greatness guide, Biographies and what not. I was hooked. Phew!

Coming back to my bedside books. They are my favorite books out of all. They consist of all kinds of books ranging from classics such as Jane Austen: Pride and prejudice, Emma; Charles Dickens, Shakespeare, Scott Fitzgerard, Sir Walter Scott, Edgar Allen Poe, Thomas Hardy, Kenneth Grahame, Heidi, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, To kill a Mockingbird, A streetcar Named Desire, to newer authors such as Jean Sasson, Khaled Hosseini, Anjum Hassan, Zaidi Hussaini, Sudha Murthy, Paulo Coelho, Ken Follet. Let’s not forget the famous ones like Rowling, Cecelia Ahern, Chetan Bhagat and Arvind Adiga to name a few. I could perhaps spend a long time listing out the books there.

Poetry books has a dedicated corner on my table. Robert Browning, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Shakespeare,Tagore, John Berryman, Lord Bryon, William Blake, Cummings, W.B. Yeats, Longfellow. I'm drowning in their words as I write. There's far too many books that I would like to read more. 

The more I think about my dream Library, the more I add to the authors in my head. So when finally I know what I want, it is in the following manner.

My dream Library: I do not know which place that would be. My dream library is my very home. Where I would like to make a collection of my personal books. The ones I've read countless number of times. The ones I could quote from word to word. The size of the library would not matter, Although a library like Mr. Darcy’s at Pemberley would do, My Dream Library would be my favorite books, in a single place, right under my reach, right in my heart.

Me going through books.
Apparently I was lost in them :)

This post is for Indiblogger, Indispire. #DreamLibrary

The ugly wristlet

I remember when I was a little girl; I wouldn't ever be seen with a wristlet. I felt uncomfortable, even rather embarrassed at times to be seen with a dangling purse around my wrist.

Then one fine day, I was gifted one. I must admit, that on first receiving it, I wasn't too thrilled. In fact I thought to myself, another one of those gifts that's going to lie in my wardrobe forever, until I have to clear it away for lack of space to store other such things. It was quite the rage, in fashion those days and considered to be very trendy. And I thought to myself, how stupid does it look, how uncomfortable it must be and how unsophisticated it seemed? Me, being the always so cautious and always being prepared for anything kind of person, always kept everything in my hand bag. How could a wristlet possibly compensate for the lack of Storage space?

Oh well, one day, while heading out, the odd bright wristlet caught my eye. Not because it was something that I'd remembered, but only because I was just going out for a casual meeting with old friends, catching up. How tedious it seemed to carry my massive size bag, for something that was so casual? I randomly stuffed a few bills, my phone, a couple of cards and tissues in there, and I was good to go!

After my evening out, I realized I was so much more comfortable, as I didn't have a giant size bag, to be carried along all evening on my arms. I wouldn't attribute the feeling solely on the wristlet, as catching up with old friends really does wonders to oneself, but yet again it was a good night. After that evening, I found myself increasingly carrying the wristlet along to various places. To the extent that, other than the most necessary places that required me to carry a handbag, I always preferred the wristlet.

What was firstly termed as ugly, hideous and uncomfortable was now trendy, comfortable and good to go. I realized that, the wristlet had grown on me. I couldn't do without it anymore.

Like the wristlet, there are many things in life that we are quick to judge. We deem them to be objects of no importance to us, but slowly they grow on us and often become an inseparable part of our lives. Don't be so quick to judge things, the way they are, maybe your perception towards them is wrong, or maybe you are indeed right. But only time can tell that. I hope you haven't discarded any valuable things from your life in that manner?

Image taken from http://www.pastryshoescollection.com

My first day on Indiblogger

"You should write a blog."

"Why don't you blog?"

"You're using your writing skills wrong."

"Dude, just publish online!"

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Just some of the sentences my friends have used over the years that finally made me make a blog.
Well the seeds were sown and I did follow their advice.

Okay so I made it, what next?

I'm a rather private person. Seeing that I share very few things with people around me. Well okay when I do talk I can go on for hours about books or music or other things that have caught my fancy. But I don't really let out my inner person too often. Well I do, but only if you're lucky.

The idea of sharing what I felt seemed rather weird to me. I didn't even believe in my writing back then I think. So I made a blog and posted stuff anonymously. In the beginning I'd post old peotry that I had accumulated over the years. Gradually a few new ones too. I didn't want people reading just yet.
It was like I was waiting for a miracle to happen. Now that I think of it I was being quite silly.

As I was pointed out once, what's the point of a blog when people aren't reading it? So one fine day the following conversation took place with my best friend.

"You know how you're always pestering me about my writing?
Well I started a blog." I said meekly.

"Omg! No way." She shrieked. "Send me the link."

Flash forward a month later. I ask my friend, "so, did you read my blog?"

"I'm sorry I didn't, I'll read it right away," she apologised

There went my heart. It dropped down low.

Well that was the fact. I've tried that on a couple of other friends over the past few months. Getting the same response,  or something along the same line. I thought to myself,  well that's alright,  I never did indeed write for anybody but my own self.
I wasn't ready to let people read my poetry just yet.

Just forward a few more months later. All of a sudden this urge rose in me, to share.

Now I can't exactly point out to a particular moment but it was like a tubelight went off in my mind. Okay so what, I'm just a little slow like that. But that was my moment when I knew that I want people reading my poetry. Perhaps connect with it. Share it with people they love. Even if it touched someone's heart somewhere I'd be happy.

A few months ago, I remembered reading a blog which had a star sorta badge. I don't know why that fascinated me but it did and kinda got stuck in memory. So here I was hunting for that blog late one night.
(It was 3 am I think)

Few minutes later there I'd found it! Indiblogger it was. I quickly googled it. (Well thats how we get answers,  don't we all?) Signed up for it.  Made an account, submitted my blog. Done and signed off.

The very next morning I got an email that my blog had been accepted even though I anticipated it to be at least three to four working days. Hats off to the team for being so speedy! I would say I did jump with joy when that happened but I'm trying to sound like a sane person here( hush hush).

The very first day, and within an hour or so I got my very first comment. Sikes! Someone who appreciated my poetry. I think I just died and went to heaven. Hehe. The wonderful gooey feeling made me want to turn into mush. What could I say? I think I was finally opening up!

I just wanted to thank Indiblogger for this amazing feeling. Hence the inspiration for this article. For everyone else, well I hope your journey has been better than mine.

Happy blogging! :)

Note: After writing this article,  I've been staring at it since an hour, contemplating if I should publish it. Oh what the heck!

You and I

A few takes on you and I.

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Perhaps you and I
Weren't meant to be.
Just one of the things I tell myself
To pacify my heart again.

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You and I
Unlike any other.
Yet seemingly alike
To others
That live, in the same fate.
Of being together.
Yet being apart.
Perhaps now I know
Their plight.

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You want to know my words
Yet here I am, hiding.
How can I tell you anything
When my words tell all?

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I imagine you often,
Going about your day.
Silly things you do away.
Although one thing's far from reality.
It is the occurence of my thought in your heart.

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The horse's arrival,
Marks the dreaded confrontation.
For you and I,
Shall part tonight
With nothing but hunger
In our eyes.
Father shall see it straight away.

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I close my eyes,
And find you within me.
You and I
Together again.

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You'd pull out my hair,
And call me names.

My heart broke,
As did my doll.

Best friends once,
You and I.

Now,
We go separate ways.

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Valentine's day

A groggy morning it was.
The sky overcast.
Clouds of white and grey
Yet sunshine seemed
To pour in from someplace.

Right on the coffee table,
Besides the papers of the day.
Sat three red roses
Bundled in a white thread.

It was ma's favourite mug,
That held them.
Water filled to the brim.
Yes, it's valentine's day.

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Image: Ma's Roses :)