August 19, 2018

Words from a ponderlusting girl.....

Posted by Narayani Karthik at 8:44 PM 2 comments

Words are such powerful daggers...
They cut deep into the heart and soul...
Hurt, Angst, fear and anger....
Creep into the being like ghastly ghouls....

Sometimes self sits and ponders....
Why should silence be a reply to all trolls?
And then, a voice nudges from the yonder...
Correcting arrogance is not your goal!

But then, the crass words continue to bother....
Creating in the heart, countless chaotic holes...
Will the heart continue to take in all the banter??
To which the voice silently whispers...."your life, a mystery is yet to unfold...'

January 16, 2018

The sailor named She.

Posted by Narayani Karthik at 8:09 PM 0 comments

A million storms erupt within her
while the face continues to play stoic as ever…..
Woes, fears and the many intangibles of destiny
persistently plague her with all alacrity….

Expectations and disappointments continue to play her mind
while SHE struggles through each day with sources of fresh hope to find…..
As the chores of the grind seem to keep her busy as a bee
though the nights bring along the countless pregnant fears in absolute fury!

With no respite from the concurrent deluge of worries….
Her mind is tired and, so is her body….
And, the rogue tides of health continue to play havoc
but, prayers and good wishes pitch in to brave the tides, steady though slow…..

SHE looks above and wonders - Life is a book with pages in black and white…..
One page the destiny doodles while the other page we write……
Only that we do now know which is which…..
Until, the time comes and unveils its predictably unpredictable pitch….

Yet, SHE continues to adjust the sails of her ship….
Because the fight is a must even if the foe is another iceberg tip…..
In the life that gave her more storms than sun shines…..
SHE musters all courage with hope and faith to steer the Black Pearl of her life…..

Victory be hers!
More power to her!
May the Universe shower all glory on her!

P.S: This poem is dedicated to all those women who silently survive each day with a never ending verve to live. 

October 6, 2017

Test of Time !

Posted by Smita at 3:54 AM 1 comments
This is not how it was meant to be or how I had imagined it would be. It was all supposed to be happy and nice and if not this then it wasn’t even supposed to be this traumatizing. It was love at first sight. I didn’t know who you were but I wanted to know. For you I didn’t even exist at the time I was falling for you. How can somebody feel so much of attraction for the other without even knowing them.

We became friends and then something more than friends. I was scared. Every single person aware of this drama of ours had warned me to maintain a safe distance from you. ‘You will get hurt. You will end up crying in whatever this thing of yours is called’ – were some of the words. I still listened to my heart and ignored the brain.

“Do you have a girlfriend ?”, I asked several times and below are the replies presented in chronological order in appearance in due time.
1. Mundane Silence
2. Who are you to ask me that
3. Bitch
4. Didn’t you know everything that now you are doing drama every other day about it

I gave you everything. I was honest with my feelings. If you would have told me in first place that you have a girlfriend, I would have maintained my distance from you. I am not someone who would try to snatch you from another girl. Neither do I have those skills nor do I know tactics to do that. But I expected you to be honest with me as well in return. And now that you ask me is too much for me to handle. 

You want to be in my life till the point you want and in the way you want and then when the time comes for you to be with your girl, you don’t want me to utter a single word and just watch you leave to marry her. And before that end point you want me to be normal and let everything go as if it’s only us and nothing else. How do I do that? Why am I in such a situation? How do I behave normal and be all friendly and everything else with you when I know I mean nothing to you? 

In my dreams I see you marrying her and me being alone for the rest of my life. I see the that as the future and this is not how I had imagined it to be!

September 26, 2017

Things words do !

Posted by Smita at 6:08 AM 2 comments
I am so tired
Out of energy
I feel like crying - I feel sick
Wanna go home and sleep
Wish I had my mom next to me
Taking care of her girl


Ping Pong - the phone was ringing
Few words to turn pain into smiling
Strange but true , this is what you make things do
"How's your health", 'that's all I wanna know'
were all the words to make pain go!

May 15, 2017

Bionic Superhumans and Pocket money- Musings on Mother's day

Posted by Sunitha at 10:40 AM 4 comments

My son and I were watching Phineas and Ferb cartoon on Netflix together.Suddenly he looked at me and said, "You know none of this can be real , right Amma?". They had been learning fiction and non -fiction in school and I tried to bring in those concepts as I replied. Of course this is fiction, it is an imaginary story. I'm sure kids like them would not be able to build such complicated things so easily. So is the other TV show with bionic humans",  referring to a sci-fi comedy that we all watched called Lab Rats which had  3 bionic children as its main protagonists. To which he indignantly replied , "Bionic humans are not fiction, I'm quite sure science is very close to humans having bionic chips and implants, may be they have already done it somewhere."  Before I could get another word in he got back to the topic

"I mean , I can totally get that they are super smart and able to create roller coasters , what I can't understand is , how would they ever get the money to build those things" ,he mused. Personally I had not thought of that as an impediment and to foster debate , suggested that may be Phineas and Ferb's parents were very rich and they gave them a lot of pocket money. At this he started laughing loudly and said "Amma you don't get it , no parents would give kids so much pocket money. It has to be fiction."

I chuckled to myself.We live in an age where super smart children and bionic super humans are close to reality. But thankfully parents are still parents and children receiving huge amounts in pocket money is still fiction.

Many times , we tend to forget that our children live in a world far more advanced than we can comprehend and seeing it through their curious eyes is a gift to cherish.


P.S : It does look like bionic humans are coming for real.

April 11, 2017

Closed...What you had opened!

Posted by Smita at 6:32 AM 2 comments
I closed
what you opened
I had to close
What you opened

My heart bleeding
Sliced by your lies
My arteries 
Cut by your false promises

Blood kept flowing
No attempt made to stop it
I tried not to get hurt
Yet no bandaid ever surfaced

You are nice
So am I
Maybe thats the reason why
I had to die

March 26, 2017


Posted by Smita at 10:57 AM 4 comments
Once in a while
Everybody needs praise

Praise in the form of words
Praise in the form of care

It need not be precious gift of words
Just a simple nice word will do
It need not be an expensive gift
Just some time to spare will do
It need not be extravagant act
Just a tight hug will do

As once in a while
everybody needs praise !

March 17, 2017

When Happy Memories sting.....

Posted by Narayani Karthik at 2:14 PM 2 comments

With hands held and love shared,
Many places traveled far and wide....
Memories made with kisses and walks,
It seemed the time was with their stride.....

Does time care about one’s pace?
The question always haunted me in the past
Did it care about the memories made?
I guess, it did not.

Good times make good memories
Giving one so much to fall back on....
The same good memories become stingers of pain
As soon as the dark clouds loom large with the Sun now gone....

Happy memories are now stingers
Leaving no place to hide
The good times are dead ringers
That challenge you now to surf past the tide!

March 15, 2017

“What brings us together is what pulls us apart” – Grief, thou hurt.

Posted by Narayani Karthik at 12:32 PM 2 comments

Grief is a burning flame
It numbs your mind and scars your soul
When it swings its blade of misery
It chases you like a nasty ghoul

And then, somewhere down the road
You meet a tall white wall
That holds the weight of resistance
Which you try to climb but, receive a tumbling fall!

The thud gives you the moment of truth
The one that you needed but did not want
That it was time to turn back and fight the grief
And finish its agenda of haunts and taunts!

So you turn, with your back pressed against the wall
And, take a deep breath as you stare deep into the eyes of Grief
While it continues to taunt your climbs and falls
You look down at your crusty feet and bruised knees....

With nowhere to go, you close your eyes...
And slowly, the wicked laughter fades away like a withered flower
You realize your anger as it rises from the ashes....
As to do or die becomes your weapon of power...

Epiphany of a moment it is,
When you startle grief’s verve with your healing scars! 
And then, you take the first leap over it like a feisty fawn
Because, the journey is not yet over and, the destination is yet so far!


Posted by Smita at 1:17 AM 2 comments

The anger
The pain
When you don't let it out
It starts eating up the soul from inside

You let your anger out
You are termed insane
Seen as someone mad who just doesn't know how to take things
Somebody who's insensitive enough to show their sensitive side in public

You gulp ďown your anger
You spend days misguided, starving evenings and nights crying 
Smile gets away from your dictionary and it seems like happiness never existed

What demon you choose
Decides the course of what demon you shall become


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