Poetry

All the same, everything equal.

Mangoes, apples,

Cherries and strawberries

All to be eaten yet not be you

Remember that you are nothing

Or just remember nothing

All fruits are nothing, the people are nothing

All goods nothing, even memories nothing

Degrees are nothing, his charm is nothing

The beast is nothing, her beauty nothing

The sky is nothing, the moon nothing

Romance is nothing, hatred is nothing

Nothing added to nothing is nothing

Nothing subtracted from nothing is nothing

We live a lie in the middle of nothing

Like a flowery scented gift-wrap

Over a box containing nothing.

~Namita Satija

Poetry

Whenever she was close to love

She knew, it was not just love alone

It was ecstasy blended with warmth

By browsing through the glaring glasses

Of hugs, kisses, cuddles and touch

Not just altering the saturation of the world

Also changing blacks to reds, greens & blues

Yet she immediately closed her eyes

Her skin shielding like a love-cheater

Closed eye lids akin a dove fearing danger

Eye lashes like perfect curtains of emotion

Not letting her vulnerable glance see love

She smiled a fierce resolve of narcissism

And opened her eyes with a caged heart.

~Namita Satija

Poetry

After a long time

She felt comfortable

Her heavy chest

With those complicated thoughts

And those eyes that pondered

In circles, and squares

In seas and mountains

Were washed by a wave

As if she had reached the base

After walking a tenuous trail

Crossed territories

Her face stained with the gold sun

Feet dusted but her fire burning

She found not a diamond

But some fuel to her fire

~Namita Satija

Poetry

They tell me that I love too much

Forever falling and rising

Like the waves at the shore

But you only wish to know me

Like the mystery of the locked door

There is a calm inside the sea

Waves seen by those

Who come and go.

What can I claim to be

Or who can know me

Better than myself

Because none of them dared to stay

To see the vastness

Of the marine galaxy

Only come back to peek again

The silence of the locked door.

~Namita Satija

Poetry

The beauty of midnight

Even though no moon in sight

An endless road

With an aimless drive

Time not binding

Emotions blinding

And the picture our eyes paint

Of darkness and drizzle

Taillights like fireflies

Moving haphazardly

Creating the perfect bokeh

With smiles and slumber

And an eerie of mysterious sounds

Taking an easy breath

The heart devoid of all voids

They traveled some distance

But the time stood still.


  1. ~Namita Satija
Poetry

A square foot of awning

Above our heads

A cup of tea

Warming our fidgety fingertips

Amidst an hour of rain

As if to revel our togetherness

Hero like you

Decides to get drenched

And my jumpy mind

Follows a familiar smile

Which sealed the sixty minutes

Of our first encounter

Today, it rained again

And emotions dripped

Like a sea, in every drop of rain

Touched me to kindle

A beautiful thought of one small day

And though you’re not here

My senses savour a fictional aroma

Of some exotic teas

And your warm hands

To create a new dream

Of a longer day.

~Namita Satija

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Imagine you have a jar full of red, blue and transparent jellies. Your favorite colour is red and you don’t want to see the blue jellies. But you can’t remove any jellies. What would you do?

Or if you have a jar full of roses, thorns and air but you only love roses and don’t want to see the thorns. You can’t remove any thorns. What would you do?

There was once a sweet little girl who was pampered by her parents. She always went out with her brother to the park but never came home injured. One day her brother got badly injured while they were playing and came back home crying. She, on the other hand, had a grin on her face. Their mom got really worried and asked, “How did you get hurt? Couldn’t you be careful?” The boy was regretting how he tried to run faster and bruised himself against the metal bar of a swing in the park but that girl very proudly intervened in the discussion and said, “Mom, I didn’t even move!” That girl was me. To avoid falling, playing was a bad idea.

One of my very close friends who is seven years elder to me was one of the most “chaste” person I thought I had ever seen. He never checked out girls and focused on his studies. A girl fell in love with him at work but he obviously decided to get married via the arranged marriage way. Agreeing to his parents and doing what was right was all that mattered to him. He considered himself a perfectionist and there was no room for mistakes. But the sad part is, just after 4 months into their marriage, they could not stay together and the girl left. I was shattered the day he told me this. His life was supposed to be perfect, right?

Do you have a regret?

Have you made a mistake?

In life it is inevitable to live without making mistakes unless you live so cautiously that you might not have lived at all, in which case you fail by default. The path in life is never linear. The will be a lot of twists and turns, highs and lows, speed breakers and long drives. Sometimes you will feel that the road is not ending but that road could be a highway taking you to some far away beautiful location. Some other times the terrain may seem to be full of twists and turns but if there are a lots of twists and turns, you are probably climbing a hill. And on your way, your clothes will be dusted and your vehicle worn out. If you keep looking at the dust on your shoes, you will try not to get dirty again. And if you come out clean what is the whole point of playing? But nobody likes dust, that is the truth, neither me, nor you. Nobody likes mistakes. However small or big they are. So what do we do? Can we stop playing the game of life?

Everyone’s mind is full of thoughts. Some positive of the good deeds that we do denoted by red, some negative by the regrets denoted by blue and the rest neutral or the transparent jellies. Whenever we make a mistake we fill in the box of our mind with blue jellies and since we just filled in blue jellies, those are the only jellies we can see in the jar. And we have regrets and think, OMG, I just have blue jellies but I loved red and feel disappointed. We always want to be good, do good and succeed. But we rant with regrets of making mistakes in our past. But my friends, the good part is that our jars are endless. One action will definitely put some blue jellies in your jar but doesn’t stop you from adding red ones now. To learn the art of making mistakes, acknowledge when you see a blue jelly in your jar, introspect how you got it and make a plan to avoid it next time.

Just check if you are breathing, are you? Then we all can add red jellies in our jar, you still have time. There could also be a time when you think someone else came and added blue jellies in your jar, “How mean, aren’t they?!” But the good part is, you yourself can still add more reds and make the blue ones invisible. Lastly, at times we think that mistakes will make us fall down or we actually fall down after making them but we never know that making those mistakes is actually a part of life’s grander plan, a blessing in disguise.