Nidhi Katoch blog

I was having my breakfast on the table by side of window. Sun rays were peeping inside from behind the tree. One or two rays felt pity on my loneliness and decided to come inside to give me company during my breakfast. I could see the thousands of dust particles in those sun rays. Few particles settled on my mobile screen, which was lying on table for not more than two minutes.  A little dust might have dissolved in coffee. I was constantly watching the silently dancing particles. Dancing or running? I don't know! I felt like I'm one of them, Speck of dust, dancing altogether yet alone. Dancing on the music whose lyrics are ineffable, rhythm which is lost in far hills, which has no intro and ending. I'm a speck of dust who's afraid she'll be lost somewhere in this loop named World.   I was distracted by the voice of kid outside on the street who was asking his friends to wait for him. He was on his foot while his friends were on bicycle. But when they didn't hea

Sometimes we have to part our ways, we have to say goodbye to those who have been very close to us once. I wrote this poem when I was going through this phase, although it was not the first time. We always think it's their fault, but after sometimes we realise that the reason of our split was our different priorities. So, let's just forgive those people and move ahead in our lives. Reminiscing about the old times when we were together,  Embraced each other, enjoyed every weather.  I belong to wild,  and you are civilized,  I'm a free will,  You are law abide.  I still remember the day  when the skies were clouded, we parted our ways,  the love faded,  And lost it's hue.  I once turned to see you again,  there's no one but sorrow and pain,  So I moved on my path And chose the flowers, my own, to welcome the beatitude with my arms wide open. 

 I wrote this poem during one of my evening walk. Evening is my favorite part of the day when the sun meets the horizon and lost in the dark, leaving sky full of stars behind... I'll meet you at the point where the sun spills the red wine,  The river of poetry flows,  from my heart to thine.  I'll meet you at the time,  when the moonlight  kisses the mountains and leave the golden shine.  I'll meet you at the place,  where my heart usually travels,  the dreamland, heaven or the home,  where it knits tales and fables.  The day I'll meet you,  and will read you every line,  when there'll be no boundaries,  And no restriction of time. 

 Sometimes I wonder, how shall I heal the wounds of my heart, whom I have injured with my actions and words. How shall I assure my soul that I'm not a bad person, when I'm behaving like one? I'm seeking forgiveness from my heart and soul, from my body and mind. I'm seeking forgiveness from myself. May be I can fix myself then...  "Oh dear heart,  Forgive me for weighing you too much,  with my thoughts full of anger and anguish.  Forgive me, dear soul,  for all the weariness and self complaining attitude. My dear mind and brain,  I'm sorry, I loathe you  for being so simple and plain,  You helped me to  attained the heights,  But I'm so thankless,  You were with me in every fight.  Dear body, I want to apologize,  for shaming you because of not so perfect shape and size." Forgiveness is the most easy solution to surround yourself with positivity but sometimes it is the most complicated thing to do.