ON STORIES AND FABLES

( Another poem written by me while thinking about the amount of stories I have been constantly feeding myself with since childhood.Here it goes.)

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She knew of stories from East and West;
of fables and those tales from the past,
of fairies and goblins and
ghosts that come to haunt one from their past.

She knew these stories, she knew them well.
Wrapped them neatly, held them tight.
Safe from the mornings
and the dead of night.

Insane you would call her,
or one would tell.
But she was wise, she knew
one day she would have kids
and a million stories to tell.

--Joyeeta

It's Hard waking up alone.......

I WAIT

You are about to come again like you did on Monday,

I am about to be equally excited as I did on the same day.

Nothing new about the ''How are you?''

Nothing strange about this day as well.

But how I talk about this day,

how I make it interesting for you, pinioning the usuals,

And letting out the usualness in the day.

Is it the wait?

Or some feeling quite similar?

I cannot say.

All I know is that

this wait is new and so are you.

(A month of being married and experiencing the mundane, the only thing that excites me every evening is the wait)

I have a thing for good music. In my search of it again I came across this track. Amazing lyrics and music. there is something about the video too.

"Bite chunks out of me
You're a shark and I'm swimming
My heart still thumps as I bleed
And all your friends come sniffing."
ENJOY!



          

This is how I put it; three stages of a book reader.

1) The initial, I would call it the 'clueless' stage, is/are the books that your syllabus suggest and you read them. You are fed these books.

2) OK! So you love what you read, you decide you want to read more and more. So you ask around, Google a bit, book reviews. I would call it the 'inquisitive stage'. You proudly call yourself an avid reader. The time element involved here is huge.

3) After going through these two stages the reader reaches a whole new level, an advanced stage. The reader learns to let go in terms of the fact that he knows what's good and what's not. What writers are exceptional and those who are mere commercial and how great a Pulitzer/Booker is.

Once you reach this stage the books take the front seat. It chooses you. You don't.

Dear Blog,

A month left to my marriage and as the clock takes me nearer to that date, my restless mind makes me wander farther away from it. I realize it is not easy to change and melt your identity into someone else's. It is definitely not easy to get dressed up in that whole new attire stitched and ironed for you by the new ones in your new home. It's tough!

I have just one thought and sentiment to share with my future husband. And it is the what ifs. I am feeling blue and this is exactly what I feel now.




                             

A certain thing called Life

How it unfolds page after page..........