Taste of Tears



To The One Who Continues to Live In Our Hearts


My eyes were fixed on the roaring waves that late evening. I was standing on the land, where my most admired person ever belonged to. The sky was almost dark as the gloomy dark clouds almost enveloped the sky. The waves were high and their roar was easily heard.
The sight wasn’t pleasant, it was scary and chilling. My heart was already beating faster, for my life was hanging on a cliff with uncertainties.
I walked towards my mother to sit beside her, and I could make out from her face that something was wrong and that she was avoiding to tell me.
I kept quiet and did not ask her anything. We got into the car to drive back to the place. Throughout the journey I kept glancing at her, she wouldn’t notice me, which she otherwise does. 
We reached the guest house and switched on the TV. I was trying to look okay, since later that evening I had already gulped down a bad news.
The news flashed on the TV screen about death of APJ Abdul Kalam sir. I was numb and shocked. My mother then broke the silence by saying, “I got to know about the news when you were at the beach.”  On asking why she did not tell me about it then, she replied that she did not know how to give me another bad news.
Tears started to roll down, and my hands inked in black color of the smudged kohl. God rained grief all over me that day and I wonder if he is really kind to me.


I was in Chennai and I wanted to go to Rameshwaram ( where Abdul Sir was born and raised in) but life is cruel sometimes, and I couldn’t go. 24 hours round trip was impossible then.

The reality hasn’t sunk in yet; however, his loss is replaceable. He was a benevolent human being who died doing what he wanted to- Delivering a lecture at one of the top engineering institutes in India.
There can never be another APJ Abdul KalamPeople’s President, Missile Man, the man with wings of fire, and the one who read and respected both Hinduism and Islam.

I remember when he was just a distant away from where I was standing during a conference. I was blessed to have a glance of him, to hear his words of wisdom and to be a part of his audience. I still remember each story of his life that inspired countless people.
His words still echo inside my head.

“Where there is righteousness in the heart, there is beauty in the character.
Where there is beauty in the character, there is harmony in the home.
When there is harmony in the home, there is order in the Nation.
When there is order in the Nation, there is peace in the World.
-APJ Abdul Kalam”
Today, former President A.P.J. Abdul Kalam’s mortal remains would finally be put to rest. My Akhari Salaam to Kalam Sir.

All the love, respect and admiration that I have always carried for him shall stay for eternity.
I pray that his soul rest in peace.


You will be terribly missed, Sir.

The Lonely Child


The mountains are high and my feet are bloated;
Pinned hopes are taken off by the wind going wild,
Shaking my head as desolated poetries of life are unfolded;
The sky pours down in grief watching the lonely child.

Clothed in the weary skin, my soul naked in the twilight;
The darkness follows and the shadow leaves behind;
Oh! How the weight of the cruel world pulls down the kite,
That once flew high and bright like the lonely child.

Those with heart of a stone threw me away so far,
Where the petals have dried and the thorns are lined;
The night cries as the warm tear falls on my invisible scar,
And the moon wonders if God is the friend of the lonely child.

– Kritika Vashist

(I am trying to catch up with the blog, but it is now getting almost impossible. I am taking a short break, since I have a lot to sort out and a lot to do in coming days, and I hope that everything goes well. I will be back soon. Miss me a bit, okay?
Stay awesome.) 

Clavicle – Yet Again


And then that one night
When he had her beside him
Under the the bewitching sky
The moonlight was overshadowed
By the radiance of her clavicle.

– Kritika Vashist

(I had written nano poetries on Clavicles earlier as well. If you like, you may read them here.)

I Stand Here


The pillars have started to ache
The roots have almost dried up
All old leaves have fallen
The new ones do not come;
And I must tell you now
I stand here amid gloomy clouds
Like an old abandoned house.

I stand here longing for you
But you do not look through
The dusted windowpane
But you do not try to
Dust down the webs of sorrow.

I stand here with my eyes fixed
On the cracked and fragile door
Rain arrives, wind permeates;
The one I wait for do not come.

When the silence howls
In the blues of the night
I veil myself in the moonlight;
And I must tell you now
That if the shadows of despair
Grew larger to eclipse the moon
Each wall would break down
Leaving behind the darkest ruins
All that would echo your name
To kindle the fire of love and pain.

– Kritika Vashist

Mystical Rumi (III)


Today is Day 3, the last day of the challenge. I do not wish it to end. However, today I will share 3 quotes by Rumi. You will have to dive deep to know the depth of his each word. 

1. “I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I’ve been knocking from the inside.”

2. “The cure for pain is in the pain.”

(Here is the answer for all my melancholic poetries. I do not need motivation, I just need to pen down the pain, and some that is left to be felt as I gaze at the night sky.)

3. “My heart is so small
it’s almost invisible.
How can You place
such big sorrows in it?
“Look,” He answered,
“your eyes are even smaller,
yet they behold the world.”

This was in reponse to the Quote Challenge by Midnight Shadow and Gail. Thank you both, I so loved doing it.

I hope you all enjoyed reading the quotes.

– Kritika Vashist

The Darkest Night

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The blue sky unveils itself
exposing its darkest layers
where I pin my sorrows
the reflection of which
flashes into the watery eyes
The quiet inter-flow of sweat
of the frozen skin with tears
warms up the numb emotions
The mind gets heavy while the
weight of my steps drop off
The wind howls in madness
only to peel off my skin, slowly
to let the melancholy assail me
while sorrows sways on the
morbid beats of the darkest night.

– Kritika Vashist

Sunshine Award and more

Sunshine Award

Beautiful Erika nominated me for the Sunshine Award. If you haven’t already visited her wonderful blog, you may want to do it right away or maybe after reading this.
Some sunshine when it rains heavenly is definitely amazing. Thank you, Erika, for such a lovely award.



1) Thank the person that nominated you
2) Answer the questions you were given by the person who nominated you
3) Nominate some other bloggers for this award
4) Write the same amount of questions to the bloggers you have nominated
5) Notify the bloggers you have nominated

Questions asked by Erika:

1. What is your favorite movie?
Ans: There are many, but I shall list two; Ranjhana and The vow.

2.Whose life story inspired you most?
Ans: My own mother’s story and of course, APJ Abdul Kalam’s.

3. What are you doing to bring sunshine into your world when you are in a cloud?
Ans: Writing because it lets the rainbow cover some gloomy sky. (With reference to the tag line of my blog)

4. What makes you laugh?
Ans: My own jokes, seriously! My melancholic phases make me laugh too. I am weird and that is what makes me laugh.

Himanshu Bhatnagar
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Questions for you guys:
1. What is Sunshine for you?
2. Self praising or self loathing?
3. If you were to ask for a wish just for yourself, what would it be?
4. Will you prefer to be a burning candle or a moth?

No obligation to participate. You may or may not accept the award. Congratulation, still 😀

Love Hate Challenge:

I was nominated by this lovely lovely person, Himali, for this challenge. Visit her blog to read some beautiful poetries and narrations.

10 things that I Love
1. I love my family the most.
2. I love God, even though he ditches me sometimes, but as they say; “Things happen for a reason.”
3. I love to gaze at the sky; clouds, flying birds, moon and stars.
4.  I love silence around me. Noises give me headaches.
5. I absolutely love petrichor.
6. I love to write my heart out. I know I didn’t surprise you with this. I love my blog and you all.
7. I love vintage photographs, postcards; everything vintage to say precisely.
8. I love to gift hand-made cards.
9. I love to dance alone, in rain.
10. I love to read. You need to feed your brain time to time. Plus reading is escaping into a whole different world, which is definitely better than the one we live in.

I can list more, anyway…

10 things that I Hate
There are things that I dislike and not hate, but there certainly are few things that I absolutely hate. I know hating occupies space in your mind and we would never want that, but I hate certain things, just because I hate them.

1. I hate eve-teasing, any kind of harassment, and I would never tolerate it.
2. I hate when somebody’s nails have got dirt from all the corners of the world.
3. I hate raw ginger.
4. I hate when lizard forgets that floor is not where she should be crawling.
5. I hate to find that a pigeon shit on my clothe that was hung outside to dry.
6. I hate to chop onions.
7. I hate untidy books and stationary.
8. I loathe the smell of smoke.
9. I hate slugs. Eww!
10. I hate the fact that days are longer than nights.

That is it.

The Dragon’s Loyalty Award

The Dragon’s Loyalty Award is an award for the loyal fan/commenter, whether the recipient is a fellow blogger or just someone who follows and comments regularly.
I want to thank Himanshu, Erika, Himali and Charles for nominating me for my another Dragon’s Loyalty Award. I am so grateful to receive such love and appreciation from you. Thank you very much!

My Nominations for this Award:

– Kritika Vashist