Nidhi Katoch blog

 Last night, Aman couldn't sleep. He prayed so badly to the God of slumber to embrace him but at this time even sleep had left him. He usually reminisces about the time, when the moment he hit the pillow he used to fall asleep. It brings a smile to his face. That time after all holds good memories.  After turning and tossing in the bed he got up and turned the lights on. He looked at himself in the mirror. He touched the mole on his unshaven, left cheek as if there was someone else in the mirror. That evening, when Aman was out with his friends they told him he had lost the twinkle in his eyes. He asked Sarah, his confidant if this was true. And she nodded approvingly.  Aman tried to read his own eyes through the reflection. They stared back at him and asked him how long he was going to live like this. When he looked again he felt like they so badly wanted to break the mirror and see outside the window. When life happens it gives no warning, it has no fixed time limit. Bu...

I was roaming on the rooftop at night blowing rings of smoke. Oh, these late hours when I can't make up my mind if should I sleep or wait for morning to see the sun. I checked the call logs. Not a single call was there. There's not going to be any.  I scrolled the internet only to throw away my phone. I swore loudly. What a relief! The full moon scattered its light all over the place. I could see those rings rising clearly in that light. I kind of felt bad for smoking again. I stubbed my cigarette under the shoe. I tried to enjoy nature like I used to before. But inspiration wasn't there. I've been travelling a lot for the past few years. And those shards again renew my wound the moment I return to my place again. Why doesn't the sky ever become black here? I cursed the place again. But who was I to blame? I'd chosen to come here. Now I'd to collect the mess I'd made of myself. Isn't it the fun of making your decision, that you own your mistakes with...

I tried to write few verses or sentences but words didn't pop in my head. I wanted to write and tell so many things but words didn't form a understandable and socially acceptable sentence. It felt like the ink in my pen had been frozen. To add to the gloom sun wasn't up. If someone asks me what I don't like about winters, I would say rising of sun after 8 or 9 in the morning. I knew that I won't be able to write this morning again. So, I decided to leave my diary at peace. I walked out of the house nearly 11 of the morning. I came out of the gate and a stray cat ran inside another gate. 'There are so many cats here',I heard myself saying. I walked across the park saw two boys playing badminton in purely wrong way. 'Those teenagers might be brothers. ', I said in my head while observing their facial similarities.  I crossed the park and move ahead to road. Don't know for how many times I'd passed through this road. I walked in fast pace, which...

Myriad memories of the  dark past come at once,  I tried hard to obliterate, everytime it hurts.  Under the ashen skies I seek refuge,  Only the downpour is my friend to hide this remorse huge.  Someone far away in hills saying the eulogy,  Today is the funeral of an innocent dream, I'm the sinner of this cruelty. 

People buy sadness from diamond and gold,  A person who sells happiness has no hold; The sellers of sorrow get  all the name and the fame,  by simply selling the pain of the person who is of same profession as theirs; The only difference is  he sells smiles,  And when the time flies, We realise his value,  But, now there's nothing you can do,  Nothing I can do,  Nothing We Can Do! 

I keep looking outside whether it's day or night,  feel the stagnation and a constant freight,  of losing the invisible race,  which my heart is running without any probable fate.  Now it is out of breath and  wants to sit and relax  and to melt down,   the Time has been elapsed.   

And the moon prevailed but you didn't come, Stars kept silent, sad is the night's hum. The lonely night, and the chilling breeze, mourning flowers, waiting for this grief to cease. Tranquil mountains, Calm river, Chaotic heart, Soul shivered. Now all I want is to go back to the day, Where I'll be busy enough to forget this dismay.

Raindrops falling from the sky Entering through the slate roof, Drenching my bed and whole room On that black night My house is standing aloof. Roaring of winds And clash of window panes, Through which one can See the dark lonely lane. Room lit by a candle flame, And sudden fall of photo frame. Thunderous sound and lightening clouds Make that old dry tree visible Ah! this Breathless panic of rain, There flashes a white lady With Cold blood stain.

I'm walking on this vale with the cool breeze, Listening to the sound of cicadas and the humming bees. Why am I sitting alone by the water spring, Thinking of you as the birds sing. The sun, the earth and their separation, Adoring each other in my imagination. The feeling of despair and isolation, Memories of you and this wait making my heart ache. Wondering about our fate and trying to keep myself warm, Waiting for you to come and hold me in your soul and arms.