Late Night Thoughts – (The Puzzle)

My life always has been perplexing; perhaps, a jigsaw puzzle, and I am trying to put different pieces into right places, sometimes to give it some sense, and sometimes to see what it turns out to be. However, putting a piece in its right place isn’t as easy as everybody around me told. There were nights when I struggled to give my fatigued eyes some rest, because my thoughts refused to sleep. However, a night of absolute persuasiveness came by, and I could let the bleak thoughts slip away in the pure silence of the night. I realized that the pieces of my puzzle are not at one place, that they never were, but they are always around me.

I continued to move my pen over the plain white sheet, and did not regret if a line bended between or the ink clogged. For some reason, I always believe that I’ll make something out of it, and that a mistake might lead to a much beautiful piece of art that couldn’t have been possible without unintentional clogs or bends.

I finished my piece without doubting my ideas and capabilities only to realize that I will only be able to pick the pieces of puzzle if I keep walking, as far as I can, as long as I can, and if I happen to pick wrong pieces, not once but many times, I should not worry and keep moving. Instead of thinking about the wrong pieces that I mistakenly took hold of, and that I failed at finding the right ones, I must look at the puzzle with careful fore-thoughtful planning.

The next morning I showed my art work to a friend who fairly appreciated, unknown of the hidden imprints of clogs and bends under the artistic lines. That’s how life is.

-Kritika Vashist

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That One Starry Night

The Starry Night is an oil on canvas by the Dutch post-impressionist painter Vincent van Gogh. Painted in June, 1889.

You are sitting by the window
staring at the moon that,
sometimes appears as a drunken man with sorrows,
and sometimes as a sober thinker with drunken thoughts.
The lights in the room are off,
and the only light that embraces everything
inside you and inside the room is the moonlight.

The moonlight enters through the windowpane,
that has been broken for a reason,
that you no longer remember.
The light falls on the floor, filling the gaps
between the two tiles, caused by
weariness of your footsteps and time.
You make circles with your left foot,
and it feels like you are dipping your jiggered foot
in the water, healing you as it slowly enters through cracks
in the water, that has been kissed by the moonlight.

You focus back on the moon and you observe that,
some portion of it is veiled by the clouds,
and you wonder if clouds are jealous of how
you stare at the moon with longing and with love.
Your eyes are set on the sight as the clouds continue to
swirl around the moon and later leaving it all alone.

You no longer hear the tick-tick of the clock,
as you listen to the song of the starry night in its silence,
and even though they say that nights are meant to sleep,
you only want to behold the moon,
for you believe that, this night isn’t the one that
brings you the thoughts of your fiddly life and worries,
but helps you to break your skin into a smile.

You stretch your right arm and make a U
with your thumb and forefinger to hold the moon,
and it fits perfectly in the space even from a distance,
but you realize that you cannot hold it forever and,
you break the U, knowing that,
you can still feel its warmth even if you cannot hold.

The writer in you tells you to pick up your pen and diary,
to write down a poem on how beautiful the moon is,
on how painful it is to know that,
you can have it only from a distance;
But you continue to be enamoured of
the moon and the starry night thinking,
that sometimes some poetries should
not penned down on a paper, but they must be
written in the reflection of the sight in your eyes,
for they stay there forever; untouched and undestroyed.

As the loudness of silence increases,
the night gets more still,
and in that stillness you are awake,
and all your fears sleep.
You feel at peace and this night
you do not wish to dream,
as you aren’t sure if your dream could be as
beautiful as the night sky and,
as calming as the moon.

While your eyes are fixed on the moon,
the lullaby by the moon puts you to sleep.
Your eyes closed, and your mouth half opened,
and the lover in you enters your dream, this night too,
telling you that the moon you have been taking a shine to
was familiar to the one you love.

The moon continued to shine in the darkness,
and the stars pinned to its beauty,
while another night sings in your dream, where
the lover in you reads the poetry,
the one that was written in your eyes,
with soft pauses and hard truths etched into it.

-Kritika Vashist

(Now think of the moon as the one someone loves, read the poem again; a story of a lost love and that someone.) 

After The Storm

Understand, that when people you love
slip quietly away from you
your heart makes the loudest cry;
that cry shouldn’t be stored up
and make you heavy each day,
because the sky screeches thunder
when there is a violent storm
and later it rains down all its pain.
Understand, that the rain would,
wash off the gloomy clouds to
give you a clear sight again.

-Kritika Vashist

The Blogger Recognition Award

Hello, everyone.

I realize that I am so late posting this, but I am trying to manage the blog with other things as well.

So, yeah, here it goes…

I am so overwhelmed receiving the Blogger Recognition Award. Being recognized and appreciated for your work is so much pleasing.  I was so happy receiving this award for the first time by this beautiful and soulful lady, Erika Kind. Then I got nominated for the same word by Vasantha Vivek, Hector Sampson and Ashish. Could I have been any more happy?
I feel so blessed that I met these wonderful people on WordPress, who with their kind words, encourage me. Do visit their blog by clicking on their names.
THANK YOU so very much, Erika, Hector, Vasantha and Ashish. I graciously accept the nomination because I love this award.

Something to know about the award :
This award was originally created by Eve @ Edge of the Night

The Rules:

• Select 15 other blogs you want to give the award to. Do some digging if you must! Find those blogs. You cannot nominate yourself or the person who has nominated you.

• Write a post to show off your award! Give a brief story of how your blog got started, and give a piece or two of advice to new bloggers. Thank whoever nominated you, and provide a link to their blog. List who you’ve nominated in the post.

• Make sure to also attach the award itself! (You can do this by right-clicking, saving, and uploading the image above).

• Comment on each blog and let them know you’ve nominated them. Provide a link to the award post you created.

• Provide a link to the original post on Edge of Night. That way, anyone can find the original guidelines and post if needed, and we can keep it from mutating and becoming confusing!

A brief story of how my blog got started:
Ready with your coke and popcorn?

I remember writing a long poem and sharing it with my friends. My friends were surprised because they never knew I could write a freaking poem. I was appreciated and I was suggested to make a blog and continue to pen down more. I wasn’t sure if I could maintain the blog and write more poems. But later I did it anyway, and I am glad that I did. I wasn’t regular with my posts for first year of the blogging; however, I gradually started posting quite often and here I am. Last 6 months have been so great; interacting with bloggers across the border, knowing various kind of poetries, learning things, knowing each other so well, that now some are like a family to me.

This is indeed an escape; an escape from everything that bothers you and gives you a headache. Whenever you feel low, you log in here, read, write, and half of the tension and despair is gone. This is an another world, where you say what you really want to say and heart yourself out without the fear of being judged. I want to thank all of you for being a part of my journey, for appreciating my work and for being a friend.

Now I have to give two tips to new bloggers, but I don’t know if I have much experience to give advice to bloggers. I am still learning and I would rather want some advice.
Since it is listed as the rule of the nomination, my two tips are;
1. Read their posts.
When you are done publishing your post, take out time and read posts by bloggers you follow. Read to know how you can improve, to share your thoughts with them, to appreciate their writing and motivating them with your comments, to know different writing styles, or subjects. Blogging isn’t about logging in and posting, it is about sharing your thoughts, experiences, happiness or pain and at the same time sharing theirs.

2. Interact with bloggers. 
Believe me, interacting with bloggers (friends) on the posts and outside the posts helps you to explore a different world, the one you haven’t heard or known before. Each post, each poem, each story, each photo, they all hide something, and when you interact you realize how beautiful some people are. I have met some lovely people here, and they are a part of my life now. You can learn so much by interacting and knowing them. Come on! You have got to take advantage of technology and make amazing friends and learn things that not even books teach.
Erika, Hector, Vasantha and Ashish, when I received my first nomination for this award I had your names on my list, but since I cannot nominate the one who has nominated me, I will just say that you all are worthy of this award and you guys are wonderful.

Onto my Nominations: It is difficult to name 15 out of so many, but these are people who have been there since I started posting frequently and have encouraged me a lot.

1. William Leeone –  If I have a pizza and you come and ask for a slice, I am totally sharing it with you, yes, that is how much I love you.
2. Barrira
3. Izza
4. Himanshu Bhatnagar 
5. Annie – I want to say that you are one of the most versatile writer I know on WP. I have learned so much from you, and I like when you call me darling girl.
6. Darshith 
7. Prateek Kohli 
8. Colin – Your blog reminds of the movie – Hachiko!
9. Heath from I of July
10. Chris 
11.  Abyss Brain 
12. Himali Shah
13. Daniel
14. Upen 
15. Shambhavi 

I know that some of you do not accept awards, and that is absolutely okay. But if you could just leave a comment on your favorite bloggers blog it would definitely make them smile.

Thank You!

-Kritika Vashist

If It Is Just a Dream

Even after all this time
Waiting for your return
Looking back and knowing
How far I have come
Counting the days, the minutes
Writing the songs of longing
You say that it is just a dream
I’ll say,
I don’t mind keeping
My eyes closed forever.

-Kritika Vashist

Do Not Be Afraid

Souvenir of Love

One evening while rummaging through my books,
the old decrepit rose you had given to me,
fell from a book; perhaps the one I loved, but left it half way.
The petals had wrinkles and the creased leaves
were still unbroken and etched; it looked stronger than our love.

-Kritika Vashist

A Song

Late Night Thoughts (Second Chance)

There will be a night when you would feel worthless, and you would think that there is no meaning to your life anymore. Your body would shudder and your lips would quiver in fear of being alive. You would think how will you survive another day? You would think maybe tomorrow will be worse than today, and you will again regret for not ending it the first time the thought came to your mind, that had coagulated all your hopes and potential.

And then with your trembling hands, you would open the drawer of your study and take out the paper-cutter or the scissor to stop everything at once; every pain, every disappointment, every reason, every hope and all your fears. You would place it on your wrist, and you would stare at the veins travelling from your wrist to your heart. You would think how delicate life is, and how God exposed the veins to heart while designing the body, letting us see the roots and veiling its branches with the skin.

At first you would cut if softly, because it isn’t easy, and nothing would happen. You would give it a second try thinking it is hard and painful, but it isn’t impossible and that you have to do it, for your life has become a mess. While placing the cutter on your wrist, you would pause for a moment and ask yourself; if you can give this a second chance, why you cannot give it to yourself?

Hello, everyone. I am starting with a series- Late Night Thoughts; relating to thoughts that our mind speaks in the silence of the night.

-Kritika Vashist

Happy Birthday, Charles Bukowski