Far away from crowd In a solitary island Standing by the sea shore Staring into the setting sun As the sky embrace the sea My life clasp the pain. Alone alone alone I am living in my own hell How can I described my feeling It's strange Same suffocating feeling A sense , I don't belong In this stage Want to remain here Trying my hardest To complete the performance. And yet, want to end the show Feel so alone, lost and broken My hope doesn't want to grow The weight on my chest Doesn't want to leave I'm damaging myself To pushing loved ones away It hurts so bad I can't breathe I can't do worse. I can't , okay? Some emptiness I can't fill Some anger I can't control Some pain I can't overcome Want to remove demons Delete my fears How can I write this with a pen in my hand Seems to grasp my mind In search of recharge I'm such a powerless battery There is no self-love I cry , I try I scream , I pray But, what can I say? In this dreadful story of mine I'm the main protagonist Expectations turn to disaster Don't want to prisoner of my pain I feel like nightshade of forest My broken wings are trying to fly Oh!! This blowing breeze Feel like procession of stress In search of happiness I broke into pieces There's something my eyes want to tell Oops!! I'm living in my own hell...
I'm full of myriad emotions and battle mood swings every other minute. Right from the time daylight sneaks into my room through the screen of my bedroom window. A blaring alarm is enough to raise your temper and make you see red, like a red hot chilli. Whilst the morning ginger "chai" refreshes your mind. The mind-boggling aroma of different spices like cloves, cumin, cardamom and cinnamon sticks being fried comes wafting through the kitchen from my sunday brunch, "the Biryani". The turmeric - a commoner in all households is an antioxidant and an all time healer motivating me to be kind and humane to everyone around. Black pepper adds flavour to the dish and salt, the seasoning enhances the flavour. My senses are highly enlightened, thinking of the output - an appetizing and sumptuous meal. The biryani topped with mint leaves adds a coolness quotient and brings with it an aura of immense freshness. With a refreshed mind, I write through the day - tales of bygone years of distant lands that no longer exist. I use the spices of writing - mellifluous metaphors, sublime syllables, soulful similes, pristine verses, amorous alliteration. I stretch out in the evening and drink a glass of turmeric milk. Turmeric keeps diseases at bay and maintains my health. Now it is dinner time and off I go to yet another appetizing dinner filled with colourful spices that maintain my health and add colours to my life.
/Chai - Tea
Biryani - A mixed rice dish originating amongst the Muslims of India. It is made with Indian spices, rice, and meat, and sometimes, in addition, eggs and/or vegetables such as potatoes in certain regional varieties. Biryani is popular throughout the Indian subcontinent, as well as among its diaspora./
It is the only festival in the world which celebrates "womanhood" and "menstruation".It is believed that the mother Goddess Earth or the divine wife of Lord Vishnu undergoes menstruation during the first three days. The fourth day is called as Vasumati gadhua or ceremonial bath of Bhudevi. The term Raja has come from Rajaswala (meaning a menstruating woman) and during medieval period the festival became more popular as an agricultural holiday remarking the worship of Bhudevi, who is the wife of lord Jagannath. A silver idol of Bhudevi is still found in Puri Temple aside Lord Jagannatha. For these three days we odias don't do any kind of agricultural activity like ploughing or showing as mother earth expected to be going through rejuvenation. The first day is called "Pahili raja", second day is "Mithuna Sankrati" and the third day "Bhu daha" or "Basi raja". During the three days women are given a break from household work and time to play indoor games. Girls adorn traditional saree and apply alatha on foot. All people abstain from walking barefoot on earth. Generally various pithas among podo-pitha and chakuli Pitha. People play a lot of indoor and outdoor games. Girls reach on to swings and hammocks, women also play cards and Ludo. Villages have Kabbadi matches for young men.
It was an enriching experience for us to witness both city and rural aspect of this festival.