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Why do You Hide From Me?

I have my own doubts and reluctance when it comes to this poetry, if at all it can be called one. I wrote it almost a year ago, and have never come about to posting it. So now you know how much I was hesitant to share this with anyone. It has taken me a year and another three days to have the courage to share this with you or anyone for that matter.

So now before I change my mind, I am going to hit publish, and let you guys judge me..

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Where are you hiding away from me?

Why, dear love, why do you hide from me?

 

Are you hiding beneath the sky?

The sky that is dark and gloomy

The empty face

That is raining down on me?

 

Are you hiding betwixt the stars?

The stars, magnificent and twinkling

A beautiful constellation

That is shining upon me?

 

Are you hiding behind the full moon?

A moon, calm and comforting

The complete façade

That is spreading its borrowed light on me?

 

Are you hiding among the woods?

The woods and trees that seem all lonely

The empty silence

That is lumbering down on me?

Are you hiding behind the sun?

The sun that is bright and radiant

The blinding fury

That is scorching down on me?

 

Are you hiding behind the mountains?

The mountains that are far and away

The scratchy road

That is soaring upon me?

 

Are you hiding among the seas and oceans?

The oceans that are waving in

The tumultuous uproar

That is really trembling me?

 

Are you hiding among the winds?

The winds, rapid and raw

A soft touch

That is truly whistling down on me?

 

In vain you hide from me

Why, dear love, why do you hide from me?

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Thank you once again, if you have come this far!! Did not expect you to.

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Current Reading List!

I cannot say that I am at a lot of disposal of time these days to have a current reading list, but after my recent circus show in my life, I desperately needed an escape. A real escape. And so I have been drowning myself in books.

Before, I would pick up a book and read it front and back, till I was satisfied with it, and only then would I have gone on to the next book. But off late, my concentration capacity has been so belittled that even when it comes to books, I have started shifting from one to another. And I don’t even know if it’s helping me. But as of now I have picked up a set of books and am reading them in bits and parts, and so far so good! The only problem is I am taking longer than usual to complete each book. The result of which is, my mind is getting more curious by the day, I get anxious, and wonder what exactly is wrong with me that I am taking so long to complete a book!!

I know, and I agree with my over-reactions. But all the same, I am enjoying for the time being, to have a big set of books to go back to everyday.

The list incorporate:

  • A Man Called Ove By Fredrik Backman
  • A collection of poems by Rumi
  • Another book of Urdu poetry with Hindi and English translations
  • A poetry collection of  Pablo Neruda.
  • Gone With The Wind by Margaret Mitchell. (This has taken so much of time now that I really want to finish it. I cannot blame anyone, for the length of the book makes anyone slower. But now, I am curious too of this very brave and forward Katie Scarlett O’Hara)

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And if this was not enough, I am reading this again.

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I don’t know what I am trying to do, live the good old childhood days or am I simply trying to believe in something called magic? But I am reading this for the second time this month, and I am not even ashamed of it.

And if all of this was not enough, I ordered another book for myself, despite the unread books that I have, including the huge set that I was gifted on my birthday. Well, in my defence I was ordering two books for my exams, and somehow I thought books just for exams doesn’t seem exactly apt, right? So I should order at least one good book to read too. And that’s how this little one reached me:

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So, yeah, that’s it. This is my current reading list.

Not that I am free of work or my exams and assignments, but I am just reading them all the same.

Have you read any of these?

Any thoughts on them, or to say on my recent obsession for reading more than I can manage on a work day?

If not, then Happy Reading 😀

 

 

I Shall Not Live In Vain!

A Long drive,

Winds battling speed,

Rains drenching your soul.

And these words, these beautiful words glorify your thoughts.

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“If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.”
-Emily Dickinson

This very short piece touched a deep chord today.

Because this lovely lady never fails to make me wonder how much I love her.

I’m Nobody! Who are you?

EMILY DICKINSON  1830 – 1886

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!

A Poem.

-Emily Dickinson

 

A thought went up my mind to-day

That I have had before,

But did not finish, – some way back

I could not fix the year,

 

Nor where it went, nor why it came

The second time to me,

Nor definitely what it was,

Have I the art to say.

 

But somewhere in my soul, I know

I’ve met the thing before;

It just reminded me- ‘t was all-

And came my way no more.