Delightful reveries

"All of us talk of going on a journey, to sit with peace, and enjoy the nature's bounty. Maybe, to Kerala, Kashmir, Darjeeling... It is an outward journey, from our home. But why do we make this "outward journey?" To enjoy the nature? Reconnect with ourselves? Relax? And also maybe to ignite the spark in us, soothe our frayed hearts, calm our chattering minds to make a start to begin the journey within. And it may work, for a little while. And then, back to square one. We make a promise, every single time, that on returning, we shall stay the same. But the world outside is happy enough to bring us back to our old ways. Or maybe we are not strong enough to withstand the pressure of not going back to the old ways.So what does it become?            The journey to nowhere. Maybe. Since we enjoy nature during the trip..it can't be the journey to nowhere. So what is the journey to nowhere???  Life. I feel so. Well not exactly journey to nowhere, j...

Writing is not a skill .It is an art , of carefully choosing the choicest words,and weaving them together in a fashion that would entice him/her to read more. Writing is not an art .It is the science , of applying the mind's most brilliant ideas and presenting them to the world on paper. Writing is not science , it is the skill of laying carefully, the thought processes that bog the brain and heart, everyday, every night. Great writings do not just exist. They create, Imagination in the mind of the reader; Dreams in the eyes of soul;A world of fantasy to the dreamer;A place of escape to the weary; Another world to the traveler; Description to the blind; Solace to the seeker. They become a friend to the friendless. Great writings provide courage and comfort, warmth and inspiration,and knowledge. They can inspire and sadden at the same time.Be sarcastic yet joyful and provide love yet inject darkness. Not everyone can write so. Hence writing is not a skill,it...

                                                              Golden light:);)                                                                                                                 Illuminati                                                 The busy quietness of an evening.

And I'm back with a bang!!!! Meanwhile, this is what happened in AshVland: A poem ;) It rains noisily, I jump and run fast, Trying to find shady trees, my feet splashing against puddles and wet leaves. I run for cover, when I hear footsteps, following me to the tree. My heart lurches and races and pounds to be free. These are the footsteps of my past whose eyes stare at me, boring into the back of my body. I breathe heavily trying to forget my past, watching a thin tree run past. I almost trip, still living in the past. Finally find  a tree, Heave a sigh of relief, only to find that,my past has followed me quietly, to my grief. I try to stare back at it, look it in the eye, it gleams of failures wrought on it. I shut my eyes, unable to bear, try to disconnect, leave it under the tree, yet the heart looks back as I run in front, trying to become free. The rain has stopped. So that was the poem!! How did y...

This post will be close to my heart always..as it celebrates one year of my blogging and independence day of my country (India):)) There cannot be a prouder moment in my life! One year of blogging=A roller-coaster ride. ;) And yes, I have improved. But this is the first year only and there is still a longg way to go.I will improve my blog ,I promise:) and myself too.I can call myself a one year old baby (in blogging) who has taken that first step with her right leg:)) Blogging celebrates diversity of thoughts & on Independence Day we celebrate unity in diversity !:) So thank you all! Please do continue with me on this journey! Loads of luv, AshV:)

Here, I will be sharing the stages of them growing up:) The cuute babies! They haven't opened their eyes yet:) Looks like they're smiling! Feeding time. Them feathers are growing!! And I'm their family photographer ;) Almost full grown! I'm proud of them:') Though I didn't do anything:P 

All for a rainy day:) I can hear the footsteps of rain , As it walks along roads and pathways , Creating lil puddles . Puddles of joy , That once were eagerly awaited for. I can hear the rain , Softly talking to the trees And bringing the soft breeze, That chills me, down to the bone. I can hear the rain , And feel its little droplets Fall on my face and arms, As I open myself, to the rain .