The clean raindrops fell
from the ecstatic sky on
her artistic curves of clavicle
making it the purest sea
I would want to engulf me.
(I had written nano poetries on Clavicles earlier as well. If you like, you may read them here.)
– Kritika Vashist
I am quite frustrated with WordPress for a couple of days, and there are reasons for acting grumpy.
Firstly, I am not getting posts from my friends( Favorite bloggers) on Reader. I surmised that they haven’t posted in days, but then I go and visit their sites, and I see posts from them! This is really annoying. My reader has got nothing! 😥
Secondly, Many comments are going to Spam folder. Why would comment like, “I really like your blog.” would be marked as spam? Why why why?
If there is something that can be done about it, please let me know.
Thirdly, the views and likes on stats are low than the likes on the posts. How? Why?
*Pissed off and logs off*
Encouraging Thunder Award
Two very inspirational blogger, Hector Sampson of The power of Quantum Thinking and Ngobesing Romanus of The World’s Best Success Inspirer nominated me for this amazing award. Thank you very much for this honor. I am so glad to receive this award from both of you.
Hector’s daily narrations based on his life events inspire and motivate profoundly.
Ngobesing, through his poems and articles talks about all possibilities of life.
Do visit their wonderful blogs. 🙂
My Nominations:
Gaurav
Erika
Kriti
Rob
Learning to live like Water
The Versatile Blogger Award
Jessica of Send Sunshine nominated me for this award and I am very thankful to her. She writes beautiful and amazing quotes and does send “Sunshine“. Do visit her blog to read her wonderful quotes and thoughts.
7 things about myself:
1. I love mushroom dishes.
2. I don’t like to go to crowded places.
3. I trust myself, I don’t trust life.
4. I have very few ‘real’ friends.
5. I am strongly against stereotyping.
6. I can share anything but pizza.
7. Yesterday, my heart skipped a beat after watching Shahid Kapoor on Television. *Drolls* *Faints* Yes, I so love him, but after Hrithik Roshan. 😀
My Nominations:
Bruce Goodman
Theonlysup
Charles French words
LilRants
Karen Folman
No obligations. You may or may not accept the award.
(I think I have missed few awards, and I am sorry because I cannot find them; old notifications cannot be seen. 
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Thank you.
– Kritika Vashist
Amid the noises from their mouths
The voice of their hearts got lost
And when every word breathed its last
The Silence spoke it all
And the eyes heard them all.
– Kritika Vashist
Weary of the tears my eyes and pen created to paint you and your memories
I replaced the pen with a cigarette, holding it between my fingers
To suck in the truth that you no longer care
To blow out the smoke along with thoughts of you
To flick off the ashes of love we once lived
But every time I puffed, the cloud of the smoke created your face.
-Kritika Vashist
Disclaimer: Smoking cigarette in poems is not injurious to health; however, the heart may ache for a while.
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आज रात मेरी यह ख़ामोशी
आज रात मेरी यह ख़ामोशी उसे सुना देना
कुछ ना सुने तो आंसू से फैली श्याही दिखा देना
मैं तो घायल हू दी गई उसकी खता से
तुम जुर्म इ-मोहब्बत के कुछ फ़साने सुना देना
आज रात मेरी यह ख़ामोशी उसे सुना देना।
आज रात मेरी यह ख़ामोशी उसे सुना देना
लगी हो अगर उसके भी दिल में आग
तुम मेरे पुराने खतों से भुजा देना
ख़त अब जो ना लिख सके उसे अल्विदा का
तुम इन सिसकियों का गीत सुना देना
आज रात मेरी यह ख़ामोशी उसे सुना देना।
Aaj raat meri yeh khamoshi use suna dena
Kuch na sune toh aansu se fehli shayahi dekha dena
Mei toh ghayal hu de gayi uski khata se
Tum jurm-e-mohobbat ke kuch fasane suna dena
Aaj raat meri yeh khamoshi use suna dena.
Aaj raat meri yeh khamoshi use suna de
Lagi ho agar uske bhe dil me aag
Tum mere purane khaton se bhuja dena
Khat ab jo na likh sake use alvida ka
Tum in siskiyon ka geet suna dena
Aaj raat meri yeh khamoshi use suna dena.
Let him hear my silence tonight
Let him hear my silence tonight
Show these tear-stained pages if he will not hear
He is the cause of this, my plight
Sing of this cursed love into his ear
Let him hear my silence tonight.
O let him hear my silence tonight
And if he too burns as I do, here
Use my love letters to smother the fire bright
I couldn’t say, “Goodbye, may your future be fair”
Sing him of sorrow, of the tear stained night
Oh, let him just hear my silence tonight!
Translation is done by Himanshu Bhatnagar. Thank you, HB!
– Kritika Vashist
Today happens to be the day when I introduced myself to the blogging world. I wasn’t active initially and did not follow or have followers. Eventually, I interacted with so many amazing people here, whom now I call friend and is like a family to me. Thank you for your support, appreciation and encouragement. I shall continue to pour my heart out here and I hope if not all, few do listen.
The tick tick of the clock
The tap tap of the keyboard
The scritch scritch of the pen
Would never cease.
Cheers!
Kritika Vashist
