Nidhi Katoch blog

The roughness and lack of care lead to very ugly phase and to get back the  relief and shine you have to cut them off.  ~Split ends

 I was in the final year of my college when I met my first love. Although we had seen each other but never tried to had a talk. I had never been in relationship before and had no plan of getting into one. But the destiny always has her own plans and everyone has to bow before her.  The sunny days of September  and the evening hour,  While sitting on the grass,  I was looking at you like a sunflower.  I knew you had the same  instinct as me but I was caged bird, full of colors,  with a frigid heart and You were free.  You came near me,  the clamor inside me arise,  I couldn't hear the people around me my heart was about to fly,  to the farlands of love which it had never been,  the feelings had never felt before,  the bright colors, it had never seen.  The outer world for me  was full of hardships and still it is,  You promised to come along  and are still with me.  I believe it was the plannin...

 Pc- Atul Bhandari We were sitting on the roof of our home. It was the month of December and the sky was clear. Clouds were scattered here and there, mountains had got their first snowfall. Under the sun, you were busy with your plants and I was reading my book half heartedly. My mind was revolving around you. I picked up my dairy and wrote,  Long ago in the land of pines,  Two hearts like parallel lines,  which they thought weren't  meant for each other, smiled.  In the month february love sprout between them and bloomed like a flower in the month of spring.  The flower kept blooming in summer, rains, winter and autumn,  Despite of every storm and heat it didn't withered.  Now it's the twilight, the flower is old,  the gust of wind came to carry the seeds and place them in  the land of young hearts.  I stopped writing and looked at you. You were not there. And my poem again remained incomplete without you. 

You diverted your look,  as if you didn't see me.  I was cheerful,  talking to my soulmate.  You lost in the crowd of bazaar,  Deep down I knew you were there for me because dear caring friend I had already seen, You were hiding behind the car.  Ps. The lines written are based on true incident and any similarities with reader's experience are purely intentional. 

We always watch and admire,  who knows to talk, who is helpful,  who doesn't hesitate to take help either,  We look for the faces and smiles,  make friend with him or her and move with our lives.  Without realizing there's someone who deserves more,  who just can't put up the words together,  who knows how to do but not to show,  because of reticence.  We ignore the soul and the heart who is with us but falling apart,  and keep looking for the upcoming feeds of the pretty faces; because they show more without any sense,  they show their fake happiness and false pain, immense.  They ask for attention for no reason, but we give them our all. It's our nature, it's our brain, but we let them toying with it.  And when the mirror of illusion breaks, we see the real souls,  But now the time has gone,  never to comeback again. 

Nily and Niah had gone to their maternal village for holidays. The beautiful village had a stream of water on the east and a river on west. During rainy season the reckless music of waters fills the whole village.  Nily had love for windows since childhood. She always chose the room where nobody sleeps, so that she could look outside the window during night. She used to wake up for hours. The golden light of yellowish electric bulb on the outer wall of her room illuminated the water droplets on grass and surrounded by the moths. She loved how the fireflies came inside her dark room through the little hole in window's net. She had enjoyed the music of night birds and insects, the fragrance of night flowers. She used to laugh with rain and chat with moon. Moon sometime played hide and seek  with clouds and Nily used to say in her mind, "Now moon! hide!, oh! Moon come outside". The moon sometimes acknowledged her commands and sometimes not. But she firmly believed that moon ...

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. 

In a room full of opinions  telling vices and virtues,  superficial attitudes, heedless,  fake sympathy and compassion,  She decided to Stand,  Alone and Silent.     ~They call her Wallflower

The sun of hope rises,  Along the grey clouds, brings shower,  Fall on the grass blades,  Sunlight and rain dance together, The young birds are learning to sing,  feed and how to fly,  Petrichor rises and filled  the whole surroundings,  The view of Rainbow on the northern sky is astounding.  The earth bathe in colors and the flowers of love bloom. 

Take me to a far place tonight,  where I write lyrics  and you sing those lines,  Song of love or of happiness.  When the moon shines and dazzled the world,  Let's dance with stars and match your steps with mine.  Take me back to our old place,  when the sun rises,  Paint me in your color,  like the flowers and butterflies paints the whole earth,  This way, you fill my  heart with endless mirth. 

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.   

Last year on this day I decided to create "The Nk blog". I was little sceptical before starting, who is going to read? Why do people take interest in my writings? Do I really need to share them? Creating a blog is different thing and continuing is different. All these things were revolving around my mind. But today I'm happy that I have created this blog.  This journey of one year brought many ups and downs and most importantly great lessons of life and experiences.  I have been questioned many times for not writing some lines or story before my poems, so that my readers could get hint. Well, dear reader I want you to read it in your way. I don't wish to impose my way of thinking on you and hinder your thought process. I want you to feel my poems so that they could become yours. Some readers take them literally, some try to understand metaphors, similes, images used by me. This is obviously not the case with my stories.  Some readers think me an intense lover, some a ...

The habit of reading keeps me awake for hours.  It is not that I only read, sometimes it's my heart that keeps me awake. I try to comprehend the meaning of life or what do these dogs try to say to each other? I don't usually switch on the lights in my room. During the day it's the sunlight that fills my whole room and during the night thanks to my gram panchayat for the street lamp in front of my window.  Like any other day, I was reading at my desk, facing the open window. It was a moonless summer night, dark and gruesome. I heard the shrill cries. At first, I thought of cats. But that was a strange sound, I haven't heard before. I got up and peeked out of the window. The sight nearly took my heart to the mouth. I could feel the lump in my throat.  I saw the shadow of a hand floating on the ground. But where was the body? It intrigued me. Then I realized that the shadow is falling opposite my window but that was not my hand. As I could see the shadow of three hands, tw...

Burning in the fire which is ignited by own self, Feeling better on their fall and worst on their rise,  is Self Harm.  ~Jealousy