An Unanswered Question

There is a question
A question never answered
Like a beautiful butterfly
That nobody ever captured
I have spent my life
Finding the answer
I have spent my life
Living with it; living for it.

They stop me and they say
There is no direction and no gate
But I believe that some day
My mind won’t be blind
My heart won’t shudder and
The butterfly will come and sit
When I have drawn all the light
Listening to the soul within.

-Kritika Vashist

हाथों में कलम और किताब लिए (With English Translation)


हाथों में कलम और किताब लिए
ख़यालो को नज़्म बनाते हुए
ज़िन्दगी सुलझ गई थी
उलझे हुए क़ाफ़िए मे।

Haathon mei kalam aur kitaab liye
Khaayalon ko nazam banate hue
Zindagi sulajh gayi the
Uljhe hue kaafiye mei.

Holding a pen and a book in hands
Turning thoughts into poetries
My life got untangled
In entangled rhymes.

-Kritika Vashist

When You’ll Know

Artwork by Edward Munch

That late evening in the silence of slithering hues,
your goodbye echoed loud enough that the
gloomy clouds pulled their tears back.
I tried to control my quivering lips,
and the words inside convulsed one by one.
I wish I could tell you that the pain of separation
doesn’t disappear like a smoke in the air.
That it is like the air you push into your lungs
and the next second you puff some out.
I knew that you would understand only when
you’ll find yourself picking the pieces of me in your bedroom,
removing them from everything that I ever touched,
and then you would realize that it is hard to peel off
my imprints on you and to pull off the pieces of me in you;
when you’ll be watching some movie or reading a book
and thought of me would cloud the sight and
then you would try to shake them off your head;
when the air would rush into your ear and whisper my name
and you would cover your ears or act deaf;
for whirling in eddies of my thoughts wasn’t what you wanted;
when you’ll pour yourself a drink and with watery eyes
you’ll laugh remembering our weird stories that we once made,
and then you would wipe away your tears telling yourself that
reaching the shore of my memories wasn’t the reason for your drinking;
And finally when you’ll come home late at night
to lie down on the bed and to comfort yourself,
you’ll feel distress, your body will ache and you’ll feel the chill
in the air as the window would allow the eerie feeling to enter,
and you would fear that your dreams would turn into nightmares;
for you would realize that under your bed is my grave,
the one that do not hold my bones, and yet they hold everything of me,
in all those letters that I wrote to you, in all the painting and poetries,
all that you buried under the mattress, and all that dance every night,
everything of me and us that you couldn’t throw away or burn down
because somewhere between sorrow and felicity you still loved me.

-Kritika Vashist

Rabindranath Tagore


  1. “Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,
    but to be fearless in facing them.

    Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but
    for the heart to conquer it.”

― Rabindranath Tagore

2. “The small wisdom is like water in a glass:
clear, transparent, pure.
The great wisdom is like the water in the sea:
dark, mysterious, impenetrable.”

― Rabindranath Tagore

3. “Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high,
where knowledge is free.
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls.
Where words come out from the depth of truth,
where tireless striving stretches its arms toward perfection.
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost it’s way
into the dreary desert sand of dead habit.
Where the mind is led forward by thee
into ever widening thought and action.
In to that heaven of freedom, my father,
― Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali

This is in response to the 3 day 3 quote challenge by  Mon from Transcend. Like always I am posting 3 quotes for Day 3. Today it was about words of wisdom by Rabindranath Tagore.

Rabindranath Tagore was a Bengali polymath who reshaped Bengali literature and music, as well as Indian art with Contextual Modernism in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Author of Gitanjali and its “profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse”, he became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. In translation his poetry was viewed as spiritual and mercurial; however, his “elegant prose and magical poetry” remain largely unknown outside Bengal. Tagore introduced new prose and verse forms and the use of colloquial language into Bengali literature, thereby freeing it from traditional models based on classical Sanskrit. He was highly influential in introducing the best of Indian culture to the West and vice versa, and he is generally regarded as the outstanding creative artist of the modern Indian subcontinent.
(Source: Wikipedia)

Today’s nominations are:
William Leeone 

Hope you all enjoyed reading the quote. 🙂

Thank you, Mon for giving me this opportunity to share few wonderful quotes.

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Loving You

Your love feels like the soft sunshine falling
On the face when the skin freezes in cold.
Your love feels like boisterous ocean waves
Taking me away every night with your memories.

Loving you is a an un-fathomed dream where;
Sometimes I flutter in an infinite sky of love, and
Sometimes I fall from your hands into a black abyss.
Loving you is getting stung by the honey bees
While tasting their moreish nectar from your mouth.

You, sometimes have been the moon in my dark nights;
You, sometimes have been the darkness itself.
You have been the rain pouring down my talking eyes;
You have been the pilgrim to the soul through my eyes.
You have been my love rose with all its thorns, the one
I let impassioned me, and whose fragrance still lingers.

Loving you was never an experience;
It always has been an endless journey,
Of embracing the pain and nothingness,
Of destroying oneself and rebuilding.

Before I die with this song inside of me,
And before these inimical episodes of life
Take you away and push me off the edge,
I want to sit and sing the song to you,
That I love you in echoing silence.
I love you in piercing loneliness.
I love you in desolation, in happiness.
I love you in my bedspread poetries;
For no reason and for eternity.

-Kritika Vashist

About Poetry

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

-Dead Poets Society 

I have been nominated for the 3 days 3 quote challenge by Mon from Transcend.

Today is Day 2 and today’s quote is about what poetry really is. To Robin Williams and to the Dead Poets Society.

Nominations for Day 2 are:

I hope you enjoyed reading the quote.

-Kritika Vashist


HEAR people HEAR!
And cheers to all who are not perfect and acknowledge it happily.


It seems to me that a personality is like a mirror, as it reflects back to folks how we are perceived. I know that, for myself, I shine when people shine on me. I alas, am human and therefore also reflect negativity when it is piled deeper than the driven snow of winter when I would really like the spring. I do not cry because of this weakness, but am glad to have discovered and embraced this anomaly! When we are “out of sorts” it would be good if those around us would ,or could, recognize the “anomaly” without making a natural part of life into a sudden personality change that would warrant an alarm  when , all things considered, should be thought of as a normal part of the sequence of life.[ie consider bullying] I have seen many relationships ended, for better or worse, because of unrealistic expectations. I…

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True Soulmate


“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master.”

-Elizabeth Gilbert

Hello, everyone. I have been again nominated for the 3 days 3 quote challenge. Mon from Transcend nominated for this challenge and I want to thank her for this, because I absolutely love this challenge and sharing quotes.

The quote for Day 1 is a quote on Soulmate my Elizabeth. She has described a soulmate such wonderfully and truly.The soulmates can be two friends, lovers or anyone. Your soulmate maybe a perfect fit (she doesn’t deny it.)

I remember a close friend of mine telling me that it isn’t necessary that soulmates should marry or live their life together, what is important is that they love each other till the end of time even when they are apart.

My Nominations for Day 1 are;
Hector Sampson 

I hope you enjoyed reading.

-Kritika Vashist