Hey guys! I'm pretty sure that so many of u might have forgotten me by now. It's my kinda resurrection on mirakee, can say. Resurrection, with lame short poem. I just wrote it to reconnect with u guys. Ping me here in comments, let's talk after an eternity:) Love Madhav
Initially I thought of crafting something creative and jaw-dropping for you, but then I sticked to the thought of simplicity, a letter, with an acrostic.
//S//rupulous attention , an eye of care, with a melange of //A//mbitiousness ,the skill and spirit to reach the Sky //D//estined to unfurl beauty from The Sun's hearth In the garden of melancholy, //R//ampant jolliness in words and juggernaut Optimism in heart, //I//lluminous like a full moon,bright as it is, //T//riumphant in life,in disasters and in mind, Like an //A//glow in the heart of darkness,made to live , Live with mirth ,and contentment...
(My words may not be appeasing enough,but my feelings of gratitude, love , concern and friendliness are much more competent.) This day marks the birth of one of the most significant figures in my life and uk, this month marks our first meet ,our first conversation and first gesture of goodwill towards each other. Life has been very harsh sometimes to you,but the way you withstood those brutal winds of destruction and your capacity to retain a plethora of anguish and disappointment with life,has inspired me deep down so badly that I started considering you as an idol. I've always thought of you as a friend I can always rely on,to share,to gossip ,to nag at ,what not. If @mirakee has given me anything in my life, it's you. Not just an inspiration in life,you inspired me in poetic gesture too. Your skillls at art,poetry,prose ,bg design (a very essential one uk what I mean) all have left me in awe. Your poetries inspired me , prompted me to write more delicately,more effectively. It's not just this all. With you,the passage of time never mattered much, even nothing else much mattered. Those senseless sticker fights, late night gossips , sorrowful stories and ROFL chats never bored me, something that I cherish a lot. Not a day passes, without you, without your talks. We may live miles afar, but it never matters. By the end of the day,I've got someone to talk who never disappoints me. Like some stardust from the eternal world fell over me someday like a blessing in disguise.
You have received bouquets and brickbats both and know the epistemology of life. And hence my confidence in you says that "Every 17th March will mark the birth of a new Sadrita, fierce,bold , independent and more beautiful."
Life is full of disappointments , preceded by disbelieves but always remember that a person with true conscience wins in the battle for survival. Always remain the same,as bright as Sun , as cherry as jasmine, as beautiful as pearls ,as homogenous as yourself. Don't you dare -even for an instant- to think that you don't 'deserve' or need all of the good things coming your way. You deserve the best of everything and shouldn't feel shy to ask for it or welcome it with open arms. May you celebrate all your birthdays with me, virtually or realistically... GOD BLESS ALWAYS.
//"This 16th year of my life was really so adventurous. It was a potpourri of happiness and heartbreak"// ~ SADRITA
Just few days back , I finished reading your debut novel 'The God of small things' ,which you call a semi-autobiographical book. However, I don't care if it's your story or someone else's but the very fact that nearly every fellow Indian can relate to the grass rootedness of your thoughts and ideas makes you the utmost writer. It's a utterly sad story, told very humorously, delicately and craftily. On top of that, you described all the intimate and romantic scenes with sheer beauty and elegance that I nearly ended fantasizing myself over there. Estha asks his mom , "If you are happy in a dream, does that count?", And I immediately raised up and said," If it's for your mom, it definitely counts ." The character of Ammu is the most pitiful and the more I try to understand her, the more I get perplexed. And of course, the twins made us laugh every now and then, in the most grave of situations , with their 'imagination-shaped hole' and hilarious logics. All the characters got equal read-time and the fact that each one of them was empty somewhere made it sound more realistic. You touched upon caste discrimination, politics , love laws (who should be loved, how, and how much) and misogyny, which forms a major portion of your novel so tenderly that we end up seeing them through your point of view. The background setting of Aymenem in Kerala and the lake (where the twists and turns come like winds) and the weather are poignantly described like a poetry . For me , this book was the most significant creation of the century, unlike any other family drama, societal drama or orthodoxy in lives, The God of Small Things , shone with its authenticity and liveliness, encrusting its name on the hearts of all its readers. "The air was full of thoughts and things to say, but at times like this only the small things are ever said. " This quote, to me , means the universe. After reading your book, 'nothing mattered much and nothing much mattered', and my life , all of sudden seemed quite easy-going. Thanks to you Ms.Roy , that I inculcated a new zest in myself towards my life and others...
Yours gratefully •Madhav --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Came back after a long time , just to attend today's prompt. Thank you @mirakee for this wonderful prompt. @writersnetwork , hope you give it a read. #fanletter#wod#pod
Unlike the hot brooding months, Unlike the long humid days, When the gentle half-moons gather under the eyes, When the cologne on cotton wool smells like lilac of springs, When the newly painted churches, Under the snow stand blanc, With drifting clouds getting fainter, As morning mist humidifies the maidens.
Longing for a sunbeam, that leaves too briefly, When the sad priests shiver inside chapels, When the funerals, in January, are least sympathetic When the trees, plants and flowers, All camouflage with the snowdrifted pathway, Appearing inanimate, almost invisible, To an untrained eye.
When the quietness in nature arrives, In January, When rhythms of ancient redolent remnants In their dells of memory, Sing hails of springs and falls. When the soothing smell of old roses on breeze, Faints with days in January. With banks of rivers getting frozen , The resentful older houses giving up on snow, When the greying mornings, And white evenings have no sunrise or sunset.
When, nature has a span short, Yet influence vast. It's January, That timidly pass.
Accepting deformities : A letter to my younger self
Dear younger me, Many breezes passed by to touch my slender patinas from your fleeting reveries. And now I'm writing this to you because I couldn't have time for you and to think about you silently. But today I was sitting on a bench in a park and saw some younger children of your age and I remembered you. And I remembered your sky, your thoughts and your words.
Your sky was always blue without the rented clouds because you hated the sunrise and sunsets and I remember you told that the clouds were like the stains on the sky ; pitiable and detestable. But today, I fall in love with those stains and you will too. You hated yourself because you were small and no-one was taking you seriously. And now I'm running away from the agile crowds and sitting under these clouds, I'm writing poetries. Yes, I'm writing. You are surprised , right !! You had friends , friends and many friends. But the diameter of my friend's circle is now tends to zero where only I am building a sandcastle only for me. But the stars, clouds, skies and the moon are trying very hard to blow the cold air on my scalded tongue. I'm healing darling, don't worry.
Hug yourself and smile like a crazy girl. People will judge you anyway. "You're brown-skinned. Your hair is short, are you a girl ?, You're too fat, your body is not perfect, your hands are not soft like other girls, you don't look like a girl." Many comments you will get, don't scatter darling. Hold those silences inside your heart and make them into a lyre to enjoy near the horizon of metaphors. Don't question on yourself. You are beautiful, you are courageous and you are too brave. Crying inside the bathroom is not the solution for everything, go and face the people and society. The society is a container and it contains many types of people. You don't know which kind of you'll face. Be confident to face them.
And don't scroll down the chapters of life too fast. You can't understand the twenty third chapter completely if you won't read the previous chapters carefully. Every chapter is important so as the characters. And don't open up yourself infront of anyone. People are not like the stars, they can't keep your secrets. Write them in a secret diary and adorn them with a corsage of breathtaking metaphors. You'll fall in love with them anyway. Be grateful to everyone you meet in your life.
Darling, be kind. You think the chalice of adulthood tastes so delicious and mouthwatering. But I'm telling you it is not appetizing. You can't get pizza and icecreams everyday. Somedays, we belong to some breads without milk or jam and you've to take it because the human nature is to survive. And all are trying very hard to survive but you should try to live. Somedays you've to wear the sweaters of survival but all days are not for winter and snowflakes. There will be summer and autumn which will teach you live and fall. Accept the fall ; falling is the nature of humans and you've to fall to rise. Be in love with your fall.
And don't let the people go from your side and who are wanting to go, don't hold them. Let them go. Don't cry for them. People don't belong to you. They belong to the universe. And may be the path of them and path of yours are different. But in your path, you'll meet many other people who may not be so kind to you or you will meet people who won't be like you. Accept them and accept the change happening in the universe.
Anyhow you'll meet me someday and we'll sit again in this park and will discuss about the things. You'll tell the guy's name from the farewell ceremony for whom you changed posters of Robert Pattinson from your bedroom but couldn't find his photo to cherish. And I'll tell you about the orchids of adulthood which is being oohed and aahed by the struggling sagacity. You'll tell me about the scars which you hid behind the gown and I'll tell you how I turn the scars into stars with the magic spells of universe metaphorically.
Together we've tripped on, Starry tightropes While pinning places On torn maps I almost fell for the stories Of a different sky While you were making us, Paper planes I missed the flight, Knowingly But you never took off anyway
Two fifteen year olds Almost in love Until one of them Falls apart Now I know What it's like A friend, When he walks away What a sweater feels On a summer day. 3 winters, And yet again I hope you still make paper planes
~M e g h a// Desire
For a friend, belated happy birthday <3 Happy Adulting. Miss you. I hope you read this someday
I etch drenched poetries, For a man in Egypt, Who folds paper boats In a land, where it rarely rains He's unaware of the symphony of rains But I wish I could tell him, The song of rains is silence in its utmost beauty It never goes noisy And while he thinks, he's an outcast to this land, I cry him an oasis in secret
' . . The crimson red flowers were the first to drop the word 'equality' from iniquity. Now the concrete poems can't write on love anymore. A hole appeared in the closed door. Fixed in mind as if hidden shadows were lurking outside.. Do not open.. Do not open. Only a diya on the other side as a lifesaver. So leaving the orphaned darkness adopted from the inner conflicts here for another migration.
hen the half baked sun was trying to kiss the sea, the clouds covered the day with a pitch black curtain meanwhile one of them sacrificed in the depth for the other, and the voyage in their lifetime together may have written in the pages of blue breeze locked in ten thousand feet of polarized water where no evil eyes can sermon their privacy. As the tidal wave despoil the sand dunes beneath the foothills, the gurgling of the river that had been swept away and brutally killed could be heard. Dear daughters of the sky, never trust anyone. . .
s the extent of the embrace between the two hands too far away from the sight of the city holding bottles full of stars and selling them cheaply on forbidden nights? It is easy to cry without telling others, perhaps because of the same taste shared by the sea and the tears. But remember this, it is the sinking pebbles that are always assigned to measure the depth of an unfathomable ocean.The waves often remind us musically that they are the ones who forgot to laugh the most on the throne of grief.
, --. Those who began to lower their chin when the light runs out intrinsically serving despondency on the tabletop everyday whereas the other with a silhouette of life that amend only to curl up in a corner of the dark room with an unwanted touch from a stranger.Tied mouths speaks silence louder than heartbreaks. Isn't it? The memories of those who sought refuge in the abandoned lines seem to be aging as the untouched molluscs and empty shells approach the shores for a relief.
he ocean is always there to witness and receive the storms, rain and sunshine on the forehead of the day that reaches from beyond the clouds carrying the lost fragrances of the soul. Many of us are byproducts of shadow and light. An old song resonates in the head which say 'when you laugh, a thousand people will gather up to laugh with you, and when you cry, only your shadow will be your side to cry with you'. Is the death of light a tragedy for the shadow or a rhyme? .
You know I am always and always grateful for your presence , for all your love and support. You are really an angel , a gem ❤️ The way you care about me , understands me no one else does . You are the best... The bestest brother of this universe and being your sister is really really the most beautiful blessing. Thank you so much for always staying by my side... Thank you for giving me a new life ... Thank you for teaching me how to be selfless ... Thank you for loving me ,,,, Thank you for being my brother... I lovee youuu the most.. And I will always stay by your side promise ❤️