Rowing away solitary

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I’m floating in stagnant waters
You are no where to be seen.
We started our journey
Together on a boat
We drowned in bliss of melodies
We enjoyed together
We rowed away;
Happy as people for life
But here I’m-
Floating in the stagnant water
Where your trace is long gone!
You’re aboard another boat
With someone who you adore.
It’s sad you don’t realize what we were
It’s sad that I do
I guess letting go is all I have
With all the strength I have
I’m letting you go.
Good bye dear friend
I’ll just remember the good times we shared
In the past, that made us smile
From eye to eye.
I shall continue to row solitary,
as the ripples fill in
life- into the stagnant water
Of life, that had dulled-
the light in me.
~Shambhavi

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STARRY SKIES

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Laying on a bed of sand,

Ever-changing patterns

Of the crystals that guard-

My body, my soul.

Every time I move,

I yearn to leave an impression

On the world that I call my own.

My shadow has departed

Enabling me to revere

Every single memory

Uncloaked and bare.

I still lay amidst the grains of gold

Cautiously eyeing the

Glistening moon;

My lamenting heart

Attempting to contemplate the-

Synchronicity of my imprudence

And tribulation.

The gurgle and lashing

Of the waves

Echoing in my ears,

Leaving no stone un-turned

To mask the thudding of my

Reckless memories that are rushing

In my mind that remains clogged

And misted and numb.

The wind blowing kisses

To my soul that lay bare

Exposed and vulnerable-

To the audacityย of fellow humans

Dancing in my memories

To a tune of their own.

The sky is studded

With resplendent stars

Simulating the flicker of hope

That illuminates my soul

Every now and then.

And here I am

On a bed of sand

Fancying for this

Comforting night

To never end.

-SHAMBHAVI

Lotus

The petals that bloom
Dissipates light in gloom
Rises above the murk
Altercates darkness that lurks
The symbol of purity
The petals of serenity
Divine flower that unfurls
Suffusing universe with love as it swirls.
~Shambhavi

If you need help.

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Issued in Public Interest.

Suicide is the worst punishment one can give oneself, Life is the most beautiful gift given to us by God, and if it’s not a nice one, it’s mostly because of our own karma.

As, “What goes around comes around.”

It’s sad but people hardly accept the truth and rather fall into the deep pit of no return. Perhaps they are not pulled out of and may be at times they don’t want to be pulled out. The worst among all is, when they are literally pushed into the depths of loneliness.

“We must try and help every lurking shadow before they’re completely consumed by the darkness. “

~Shambhavi

P.S: I’ve written this post in order to raise awareness among people. A lot has been going on around the world and in my opinion if my post can make a very minute difference in someone’s life then I’ll be more than happy. If you need help and want someone to he a your story and guide you, I’ll definitely be all ears. We all have grey patches in our lives which we aren’t proud of, but those grey patches are required to make us what we are today. Don’t hate yourself or indulge into self pitying or pessimism. Don’t feel guilty. If you know you’ve done something wrong, apologize for the same. The main thing is to Forgive oneself and others for the same. Please don’t go hard on yourself. It’s not going to benefit you. God has gifted us with this beautiful life and we are the luckiest to have been born as a human being and not a mosquito. Try to indulge yourself in good Karma so that once you leave this Earth you’re in for the goodies and not another life in hell. I hope I was of some help.

Signing off for Now,

Sending love and light,

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#2 From My Diary: 06/08/17

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06/08/17, Sunday

Is it just me or my head feels heavy for my neck.

This is the feeling I am constantly facing almost everyday. My neck and shoulder issues haven’t seen a perfect sunshine in last two years, oh is it just two?! Haha.

I can’t remember myself say that, “Yay, today I’m actually pain free and can live life normally.” I wonder when I’ll heal completely, physically as well as mentally.

Have a great weekend guys.

Signing off for now.

Best wishes,

Shambhavi

P.S: Happy Friendship Day to all my fellow bloggers.๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰

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Happy Friendship Day

Unrequited Love: What it’s like to be You

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In your mind, where I’m hiding shy.
I said goodbye and you were alright
No fight, no fear
I cried and you shed no tear.

You live and you lived,
With dreams of a girl
A girl I loathed, I queered.
I’ve tried, I’ve cried, and
Alas, I gave up that night.
I gave you one but many
Opportunities to hold my hand
All I seeked was love,ย your love;
Devoid of force or demand.

Who knew it would be so tough
To live and reel a quick sand deal
I got far ahead
Ahead of you!
Left behind was love that grew,
In my heart alone-
Alone all for myself.
You came around and fooled around
My heart that waited
For your inflicted wounds
to gape open.
To bleed like a raging river
of shining water
Red like skies awaiting thunder
Clouds that condense to cry
Like face that blushes before
A loud cry.

I waited and awaited
A call or an apology
All I received were empty words
On a day single like a solitary
cloud on a day of summer.
It has been years since then,
You went your way &
I turned to return but,
My feet got numb.
~Shambhavi

IT’S OUR DAY!

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Happy Anniversary ULTIMATESOLACE.

Thank you for being there for me when I wasn’t sure of my thoughts. I have quite a lot to thank you for, you’ve been there throughout with your new post option for me to put down my thoughts, even if the words written there weren’t shared but saved as drafts.

Thank you for making a place for me in the beautiful world of blogging, who knew I would be a blogger. Thank you for your constant reminder to write a post, like a friend with open arms and open ear and no judgement to pass.

Thank you for being patient with me and not losing hope when I had stopped writing for a while.

Thank you for the new things I learnt over here and the new people who became a part of my life through blogging.

Thank you for the beautiful posts that uplifted my mood and posts that I could relate to and for the posts that showed me that I’m not the only one with trouble and chaos.

Thank you for giving me hope and loving me when I couldn’t do the same.

You’re my best friend UltimateSolace and I can never thank you enough.

~Shambhavi

Verbal diarrhoea


That ‘me’ within needs no tongue to express

It’s mal-functional when I’m in distress.

I wonder what I’ve on my mind

Whether an extraordinaire or the daily rind.

It’s not the unexpected turn of events I fear

Is it the plain pressure what they call of peer?

Oh Madame moiselle, I may correct you

Hello how are you? How do you do?!

Not just exchange of few verbal bizarre

At times, my mouth goes topsy turvy over par

I’m scared of nothing but my mistakes

Pardon me, I’ll try to pull the brakes

Over this very fear

I promise never to shed any tear

Over the matter so menial

As a matter of fact I’m being real.

I hate pleasing

As a matter of fact, that word isn’t appealing

At all I must add a few

It’s not just that I hate one or two

There are many that makes this ‘me’

Fall of the curve, down that C

Verbal diarrhoea they say

Has no cure whatever may

I tried hard and harder not to fail

My sea is mine and my boat is all mine to sail

Cease, is what I could afford

But, what do I do of all the emotional load?

Some say, suppress it, some say express it

When I do as they say, they don’t suffer one bit

At last I now know of that,

It’s your life, wear your choice of hat

Dress like a stripper or a clown

Up you go or down you drown

You got your soul

Hold yourself and up you roll

Your sleeves of wisdom

Continue your tandem

Beats of expression

Leave it all, have no tension.

~Shambhavi