Thursday, May 29, 2014 | By: The Speaking Wood

Go ahead girl...

Go ahead girl take a bow
Why doesn’t it affect you now?
Or have you somehow
Learnt to hide it all

Go ahead girl be proud
Decibels beyond comprehension of the crowd
Your silence is shouting out loud
Time to stand tall

Go ahead girl keep up the act
Presumptions only support your tact
Never let anyone know that fact
For any pain big or small

Go ahead girl enjoy the way it panned out
Your strength is humility let it be known as clout
He is the only friend you’ll need without a doubt
Now hear your call

Go ahead now live it up
There is nothing more left to give up
For another season as you buckle up
Did you just break the wall?

Go ahead girl walk alone
What’s needed when by divine light your path is shown?
Let the world think your heart is made of stone

Rise up from the fall

The Writer's Block

I think writer’s block is a circumstance that often gets used as an excuse when you just don’t write; I know I am guilty of it for so long. Finally, when I decided that I will get back to writing I was looking for a perfect comeback post and that caused more delay to happen. This became a never ending cycle.  Today, however, a chain of incidents from the past few months and the one that happened today made me decide that I had to write. It didn't matter what I wrote or how it was, I just had to express myself through words. 

So here goes. 
I and my friends were watching a movie, a movie that they related to emotionally and had teary eyes. I was watching the movie with them and was at an advantageous position. As they were seated at and I was right in front so they could not see my face. At the end of the movie their opinion was that I could not find any connect with the movie. I smirked, so they did not see me drinking water cautiously taking my head up ensuring not a drop trickled down. I managed to hold myself back. Did I just achieve it? This was being said about me? I thought my face was very expressive so much so that it was difficult for me to hide things, yet, here were two folks who could not read it. This is not the first time this was happening but it is the first time I realized it did.

I had finally achieved what I wanted to for a long time not let the state inside reflect on my face and to me this was no less than climbing the Everest. The post that follows is a result of that realization.
Monday, April 11, 2011 | By: The Speaking Wood

The Mind Freeze!

Darkness dark as this
That light ceases to exist
I’d give negativity a miss
But crying is hard to resist

Emotions they battle with themselves
Sanity is at stake
Tools I need lie on hidden shelves
Empty handed my destiny I try to make

From where will the strength come
When I don’t see anything
With bruised pieces some
I attempt something out of nothing

Forced to make compromise
The heart revolts
Controlling the feeling apprise
My attempts experience a jolt

Alone even with souls around
 Every voice is like a scream
Opinions unrelated abound
Nightmares replacing every dream

Faith is all I have to cling on too
Deterred by a mere breeze
Questioning where I belong too
As thoughts in mind freeze

I guess its just a passing phase
as I live for another day
my purpose isn't a wild goose chase
God willing I will find another way

Thursday, March 24, 2011 | By: The Speaking Wood

Soul Searching - The Revival!!!

“The woods are lovely dark and deep,
  but I have promises to keep
  and miles to go before I sleep
  and miles to go before I sleep”

-         These words by Robert Frost have often been the cause of a smirk on my face while I
move further from every tempting milestone in life.

Life eh!,
Over half a year and the mind has been an ocean of thoughts, ideas, rhymes, verses but it just didn't occur to me that I had to write and over the past few weeks I feel this void like there is emptiness inside telling me that I have some unfinished business. Is writing that addictive or am I the only one feeling that way. If it is an addiction then would be the most harmless, in fact beneficial addiction of them all.

Well, I hope to drench myself in it from hereon on a regular basis and I hope and pray to God that he gives me the strength, the discipline, the will and the feeling to do that, Amen! 

Monday, July 12, 2010 | By: The Speaking Wood

I, unraveling me...

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As I boarded my flight to Paris, my life had turned a new leaf and thought I was leaving everything behind I was smiling for some strange reason. On the other hand, was it strange at all, this is what I had dreamed of, my own designer boutique at the coast of the French Riviera and it was happening now…everything that brought me to this moment had to have a purpose right?

Through life’s journey, my strength was my belief in me
I knew, I will be everything that I wanted to be
There were many a hurdles on this road winding
Treasures of achievement mine for finding
My designs, my hobby and passion now had a Dior stamp
Those dreamy weaves, now a talk of the ramp

Yet, it seems just like yesterday
Many years ago from today
Never knew complexion could be the parameter for glory to attain
Somehow, in every play, I was always made the villain
Wondered why I played those roles with élan
Until I learnt to admire the trophies of my life span

I was no less than a boy
Proving that was my only joy
Standing up against the society
Establishing women power, my only priority
I would always look up for answers to my mom and dad
Until I learnt their support was the biggest strength, I had

Ironically, I wanted to be everything a girl should not be
Pilot, Detective, Politician and Chef were not professions for a she
I even wanted to save the world from an alien attack.
The helplessness,   it was hard to hold the tears back
I kept taking flights of dreams with my feet hardly ever on the ground
Until I learnt to wait for my purpose to be found

My confidence was always a winner
Sloth and gluttony made me a sinner
Procrastination was my biggest enemy
Put me into troubles many
My free will needed a harness
Until I learnt to discipline myself through a pursuit relentless

Rules made me a rebel
My school s and colleges still have sagas to tell
Everyone remembered my name
However, brownie points were surely not my claim to fame
I can’t believe how long it took
Until I learnt to live ‘a little’ by the book

I thought love was about fairy tales and mills and boon
I would never want to spend my life dreaming by the moon
Then one day near the lovely woods, I met love
A conspiracy against me from heaven above
Inevitably, torn apart, crying for hours I would sit
Until I learnt that love was not dependent on the outcome of it

My creativity in my career, got me to places
The corporate world showed me the outline of my purpose in traces
While the stalwarts watched me through the scanner
I breezed through all tests in an eloquent manner
The pace to maintain my standing overwhelmed me
Until I learnt that, I need to toil, for the heights that I wanted to see

I still remember my first pay cheque; I was on a cloud nine
Parties, friends, vacations, dinners and wine
Living everyday like there was no tomorrow
When you have money, can there ever be any sorrow?
I forgot about the savings that I should have kept
Until I learnt, I was neck deep in debt

Always wanted to be a good friend
For my friends I could fight until the end
Everybody loved me, they were always there
Purpose solved they vanished, I was caught unaware
Standing on crossroads, I tried to be strong
Until I learnt, in judging them I was wrong

Life suddenly became a black hole
Every second taking me away from my goal
I lost all interest in work and living
I drained myself in measures of getting and giving
I broke down, numb to everything, cold as a stone
Until I learnt, that in life’s battle you are always alone

 I had no answers, yet questions were storming my mind
Where did I go wrong, a way out of this mess will I ever find?
The world is ruthless to the one in remorse
I could see myself drifting away from my course
I was lamenting at this state, surely not what I had set out to achieve
Until I learnt, I had even stopped to believe

Indulging in lengthy conversation with the supreme power
Music my soul mate of every hour
I immersed myself in worship and singing
My mind relaxed, experiencing sparks of a new beginning
Sympathizing with myself, with all that I had seen
Until I learnt, I was just being a drama queen

A free spirit like me, how could I be bogged down like this?
Me and defeated, no way, something went badly amiss
I had wasted so much time; there is still a long road to my fate
It was time for a revival, to start on a clean slate
Did not know hardships made you stronger and God’s favorite
Until I learnt, his ways to guide you are sometimes tough, mysterious and great

Walking beside me along with him, was his shadow my mother
Her perseverance and faith in me like no other
I sorted everything out and today have no regret
With valuable lessons learnt, that I will never forget
My best friend, my co passenger on board my flight

I finally made it, as she always knew I would, right! 
Tuesday, June 29, 2010 | By: The Speaking Wood

The Sunday Roar

Check out the Magazine published by my team, The Tiger Trails for the Super 4 Round of BPL. Here comes - The Sunday Roar

Here is our magazine: Click on the image to download the pdf version.

Check out the works of the great minds of the people behind The Sunday Roar.

Debosmita’s in-depth article on the Bhopal Gas Tragedy

Sudhakar’s racy account of ‘The Domestic Olympics’

Sudhakar’s intriguing thriller (crime fiction)

Neha’s unique limerick on Indian politics,

Pallavi’s quick comic/55-er on power of media

Rashmi’s interesting travel journal – City City Bang Bang

Kanagu’s analysis of Print Versus Electronic media
Monday, June 14, 2010 | By: The Speaking Wood

With love to Mankind...

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I was intimidated
My existence inflated
The showbiz jazz made me uneasy
Concern of millions seemed so cheesy
Potential threat underrated

Not a moment of pride
But an ordeal to abide
I had seen my kin breathe their last
Disappearing as I watched aghast
Emotions were tough to hide

Inevitable questions at last
A will to get over with it fast
I wondered how it felt to be the last tiger around
Loosing everything to human greed did not have a joyous sound
I wish I could change the past

Haunted by the media lights
I missed the grasslands and mountain heights
I was perplexed by the insensitivity of my audience
Wondering why my species were paying a penance
Memories of my friends and playful fights

I had known human emotions
This savagery was beyond notions
This was a mockery of concern and care
Bewildered, I could only helplessly stare
Of this death in small portions

My only words to mankind
To make amends or to keep in mind
A smirk as I walked by the shocked eyes
A sort of sweet revenge for my kin’s cries
“Look! Even your extinction is right behind”
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