Nest Of Memories- An Ode To My Ancestral Abode

The crafted pillar and designer railings – rarity to find.

Seeing through the bio-scope of time, a house did stand,
A testament to a bygone land.
A hundred years of history, where generations thrived
Tale love and unity that truly survived.

Within its walls, stories did unfold,
Of births and marriages, cherished and bold.
A joint family’s unity, strong and true,
In that ancestral house, memories grew.

A giant mango tree in the backyard’s embrace,
Withstood cyclones, a symbol of nature’s grace.
Its sweet fruits, a gift to us each summer,
A taste of joy that nothing could encumber.

Beneath the surreal breeze, a swimming pool serene,
Opposite our home, a grandeur unforeseen.
A witness to the dreams our forefathers held,
In their hearts, a vision of beauty compelled.

Venetian blinds, resilient through changing skies,
They whispered tales of the past, where time flies.
Antique construction, a rarity to find,
A marvel of design, forever entwined.

Intricate patterns adorned the ceiling high,
A testament to creativity that reached the sky.
Marble cut teak wood tables, memories of youth,
Witnesses to growing up, glimpses of truth.

An English black oscillating clock stood tall,
It’s ding-dong bell echoed, embracing all.
Every hour it chimed, a melody sincere,
It’s echoes still ringing, forever held dear.

The vast terrace, a portal to the night’s embrace,
Where twinkling stars painted the sky’s face.
Now a forgone memory, lost in the flow,
A cherished place where dreams used to grow.

Yet, alas, the house now stands in ruin’s grip,
A dilapidated shell, a sorrowful slip.
Modern towers rise, rooms perhaps like a pigeon hole,
Replacing the charm that the past behold.

But in my mind’s eye, I close my sight,
And see myself, a child of pure delight.
Playing with my sister and friends, carefree,
Hanging from windows, playing crocodile in the sea.

Life was simple then, filled with innocent frolic & fun,
In that ancestral house, under the golden sun.
Though it stands no more, except in memory’s keep,
I’ll cherish its essence, forever mine to reap.

@unblossomedyet

Rendezvous with me and myself.

Me: Who am I, lost in this vast expanse?

Seeking my true self, a giver with hope’s wings.

In this dialogue with my inner self, I delve,

To uncover the truth my heart longs to bring.

 

Inner Self: You’re a spirit, boundless and free,

A vessel of love, compassion, and grace.

With wings of hope, you uplift and set others free,

Your purpose lies in the smiles you embrace.

 

 Me: But beyond the masks and roles I wear,

              Beneath the expectations and societal norms,

 Who am I when no one else is there?

             In solitude, where my true essence forms.

 

Inner Self: You’re a kaleidoscope of dreams and desires,

A tapestry woven with stories untold.

Your identity, like a phoenix, aspires,

Rising from ashes, shining brightly, bold.

 

Me: Yet, sometimes doubts cloud my mind,

As I question the paths I’ve chosen.

Will my identity ever fully unwind,

Or am I destined to remain unspoken?

 

Inner Self: Doubts are but whispers of fear’s embrace,

Seek solace within, where truth resides.

Your identity, a mosaic of time and space,

Embrace the journey where your soul confides.

 

Me: So, my identity is ever evolving,

A dance of colours, ever-changing and true.

I’ll embrace the unknown, my spirit revolving,

A giver of light, hope, and love anew.

 

Inner Self: Yes, dear seeker, your essence prevails,

A beacon of hope, shining bright and clear.

In this vast expanse, as your story unveils,

Your identity, a symphony all can hear.

 

Together: We are one, united and strong,

A giver with wings of hope, intertwined.

Embracing our purpose, where we belong,

In search of identity, we shall always find.

Dare to be a champion!!!

Love All…. Play!!!
In the early light of dawn,he rises daily with a purpose clear,
His mind and body focused,his will strong,his resolve sincere. 
With every step he takes,his heart beats with a rhythm sure, 
As he sets out to conquer the world,and his dreams to secure.


With a racquet in hand and a dream in his heart, 
He sets out to conquer the world from the start. 
His passion for the game burns bright like a flame,
Driving him forward with each shot and each game. 


For he is a budding athlete,with a single mission in his heart, 
To excel in his sport,play with passion and with art. 
He works diligently,with extreme determination and zeal, 
Rising with every fall,nursing his wounds and mind to heal.


No obstacles too great,no challenges too tough, 
He works relentlessly,never once giving up. 
Day after day,he trains with motivated dedication, 
Pushing himself harder with each planned iteration.


With coaches as his guiding light, 
He learns the do's and dont's with great delight. 
He follows their instructions to the letter, 
Knowing that discipline is the only key that can make him better.


With extreme determination and sincerity,he trains, 
Working hard,with a zeal that never wanes. 
He abides by the rules,with all his might, 
Knowing that success comes with doing everything right.


With every fall,he's more determined to rise again, 
Analyzing the wins and losses,experiences to gain. 
Nursing his wounds,both physical and mental, 
He grows stronger each day,ever more fundamental.


Through sweat and tears,he hones his skills and technique, 
Every win and defeat leaving a blueprint,making his mind sharp and unique. 
For he knows that success is not a fleeting chance, 
But a product of hard work, practice,and perseverance's dance.


With every game,he learns,he grows,he evolves, 
His heart and soul attuned to his sport's finest resolves. 
Through the grueling training and the competition's grind, 
He never loses sight of the goal he has in mind.


Like Arjuna,he stays focused,his mind steady and clear, 
Fueled by passion,ambition,and the desire to persevere. 
Through adversity and hardship,he musters courage to stand tall,
Like a gallant warrior,his spirit ablaze, his heart aglow,a fireball.


With every stroke of his racquet,every move of his shuttlecock, 
He answers back to the critical world,not with fights but with a knock. 
For he knows that the best revenge is to succeed and excel, 
Hard work and determination are the pillars,a rule in a nutshell.


And so he plays,with all his heart and soul, 
His mind sharp,his body agile and whole. 
For his racquet and shuttlecock are his tools, 
To conquer the world,and silence the fools.


The days when he reaches the top of the ladder, 
He knows that it's not just his will that matter. 
The love and support of those who stand by his side,
Through the bad and good,their uncountable blessings become his guide.


Through sweat,tears,and pain,he trains and perseveres, 
His eyes fixed on the goal, dodging cheers and the fears. 
For he knows that success is not just a whim, 
The doors open with hard work,talent,and discipline.


The critics who scoffed, the naysayers who laughed in the contest, 
Will one day be silenced, their doubts laid to rest. 
For he is a phoenix,rising from the ashes, 
With a determined soul,even luck paves way and never clashes.


And the day he emerges victorious,with a triumphant smile, 
He'll know that his hard work has been worthwhile. 
For he would have by then proven, to all those who doubted, 
That with focus and determination,even the best of the bests can be routed.

So let the game begin.....Love all play!!!!


©unblossomedyet 

All for that missing piece……

Why does she love him unconditionally?
Was it the way he had smiled at her so sweetly?
Or is it the way he always made her heart skip a beat?
Whatever the reason was, she still loves him completely.

Perhaps it’s the way he listens to her stories,
Or how he wipes away her tears when she’s feeling lowly,
Or maybe it’s the way he embraces her tightly,
And assures her that everything will be alright, nightly.

She loves him for the way he makes her laugh,
And for the way he calms her down when she’s had a rough day.
She loves him for the way he supports her goals,
And the way he helps her see things in a new way.

She loves him for the way he looks at her,
As if she’s the most precious possession in the world.
And for the way he encourages her to be her best,
And supports her through every up and down, every twirl.

She loves him for the way he loves her,
For the way he accepts her, with all her flaws and all her virtues.
For the way he makes her feel, so safe and so secure,
And for the way he holds her close, never letting her go.

In him, she’s found a kindred spirit,
A soul mate, a partner for life.
And in his love, she’s found a home,
Where she can be herself, free of all strife.

So why does she still love him unconditionally?
It’s simply because he’s her other half,
The missing piece that makes her whole,
And the love they share, a true epitome of love, that will forever last….

© unblossomedyet

Life is a journey……

Move on…….
Life is a journey, I've heard many of them say,
With no clear, predefined path to follow,
No virtual maps to guide us for our way.
No final destination, that we can thus borrow ..
We wander through this unknown world of ours,
With a sense of purpose and drive.
Hoping to make a visible difference,
Hoping to leave behind our mark,till we're alive.
We start our journey with sheer innocence,
With a childlike sense of wonder.
Eager to explore and learn with fun,
To make the most of our queries,and vivid thoughts to ponder.
As we grow in age, we thus begin to see.
The twists and turns that life can take.
The road can unusually be rough and wobbly,
But we must never waiver off or even think to forsake.
We face challenges, obstacles and dead- ends on our way,
Whereby we may stumble or slip and fall,
But it's in these moments of testing adversities,
That we gather the strength to get up and stand tall.
We meet wonderful people along the way
Whose presence may inspire us to grow.
Others, perhaps leave us with some valuable lessons,
Thus illuminating our path, with a ray of light at tunnel's end to show....
We journey through varied colours of the seasons,
Traverse through the highs and lows of life .
Embracing all the unprecedented changes,
Even the ones that bring us strife.
Thus, we begin to learn, laugh and cry,
To cherish every moment that we're given.
To live life to the fullest too,
And to make the most of our every living.
For life is a journey, they always say,
Offcourse with no clear destination in sight.
But if we trust and embrace every passing moment,
We'll make the most of it and soar the highest of our life's flight.
So let us journey on, with a soulful purpose in mind,
Perhaps with hope and love being our only guide.
In the process, let us cherish every step we take,
Indeed..... Life is a journey, hence let's simply enjoy and wilfully abide.

©unblossomedyet

The Unnoticed ‘SHE’ in every woman..

She does it all…

She does it all … Yes, without a word she does it all….

She’s the one who does everything for everyone with a smile on her face.
Her own ones marvel at her strength and praise her spirit.
But what goes unnoticed about this strong woman, is that even, she too has her moments of weakness.
The minutes that she manages to cascade from the world, she re-collects herself and even sheds a few drops when the weight of her life actually overwhelms her.


But then she does what she does best:
Pulls herself together, wipes away the tears and recomposes herself, and no one ever even notices a difference…. Its all the same !!!!
She’s happy doing what she does and being who she is, but there are just those random fleeting moments where she wishes for once, someone would take charge of her and take care of her.


Truthfully, she feels weak and guilty for having those moments, but sometimes, it just gets difficult always being that unmoved rock, the strong woman that can do anything and be everything for others. But trust me ….She does it all……


Her entire life, she’s been forced to be the way she is, so she just did what she had to do and never sought dependence from any quarter for what she could do herself.
So, when the weariness overtakes her, she quietly muses that she longs to be able to step back and be taken care of and loved unparallel.


She’ll always remain that strong person,able to overcome all odds but even she needs rest-
Not referring anything that requires sleep, but the deeper soul recharging sort of respite.
So, she’ll just smile and wistfully hope that one day, maybe she’ll find that brave soul strong enough to be her equal and be her refuge when she needs it the most……A companion at heart.


But she’s not going to expect it or believe the fantasy.. For all you know, dreams and fantasy hurts…..when broken!
Until that day, she’ll keep doing what she does:
Living full-on, loving hard and being the strong woman who does it all.

That’s Me for you all!!

I am what you read or what you think…

I am, what you read or what you think..
An avid writer and a queen of my own thoughts which is all i ink.


Was busy with other priorities in life including earning a reliable living
Until that ‘Final Calling’ as i love to put it, thats the beginning.


Starting from mere scribbles in my diary,
Least did I  know that I  had so much within me which was  fiery.


Until one day I realised that someone forced open the gate of my thoughts and emotions.
I believe in one mantra- “ Unleash the potential within and let the words flow..”. thus ending my unmindful commotion.


So with time, i evolved as a  writer,
Drafted creatives like poems,quotes,articles  and the urge to accomplish grew hyper.


Today, it has become my  own way of spreading love and happiness across.
I love to dwell in my own Paradise which is yet to be Lost.
Thats me for you all…. !!!
Thankyou❣️


©unblossomedyet

An inanimate friend.

An autobiography of diary.

I’m that diary, the pages of which might have gone faded and brittle ,
Just to hide her secrets between lines.
The pages of time,
Take us back to some silent fancy of her & mine.
Flipping through my pages,
You get to witness some smudged pages, still stained with her tears. Trust me!!!
She vented out episodes,by clenching her fist with fear.
An untold burden, full of anguish, a piece of her broken heart.
Still wrapped with some bits of her unfulfilled wish.
Only if she could travel back and look for a restart.
A wish for a happy tomorrow is what the my pages spoke,
I have promised her, in her journey of life,
She can count me her best friend,
Something i’ll die to save.
Who knows, might see following her to her grave.
I’m not her mere bunch of inks from yesterday
Let me tell you, it’s me her confidante with her secrets in my core.
Her love, her ectasies,dried rose petals with emotions and her scars.
Everything hidden in my pages, waiting for her to open me atleast once with a smile, a little more.


©unblossomedyet

Who are you? I’m Life!

Euphoria at play.

I ‘m nobody! Who are you?
I asked the sparkling image infront of me.
The more intense my look,
I saw her looking with the same intensity too.
With a smile on her face overshadowing my frown,
She extended her warm hand out of the mirror,
I ‘m life, your reflection , she replied ,
Won’t you welcome me to your town?

My reflection though you are.
We are not the same!!!
I wear a heavy heart chained with burden of thoughts.
While you have a serene demeanour and say Life to be your name!!

Yes , i am your reflection the way you want to see,
I am that little soul inside you ,
I tend to do opposite acts to bring you back
So that you can enjoy the world with full on glee.

Drop your frown and shed your fear
Your life thus beckon you with open arms.
Just listen to your heart and look at the mirror
You will find the true you right in here….

Embrace me for once,
Never will you regret taking up this chance,
This a promise of Life to you,
Today you nobody, tomorrow this same mirror will witness your euphoric dance.

©unblossomedyet

Strokes of Cathartic Emotions.

The rose petals in my journal, have dried into shades of brown,
And your photograph in my drawer haven’t tasted air for years now…
An unheard silence cascade me, the effervescent sound of your voice
Is a memory that haunts me, asking me ways to live but how?

The room that used to be vibrating with perky energy of your voice and smile, has become dark.
Without the warmth of your touch, life is more a hawk than a lark.
Days have turned to years then to decade,
Time hasn’t been able to heal but be a blade.

The sound of your words spoken which once made me complete
Has now  withered away, making me realise I am not in heaven,
Was loving you a crime,
Hence  this feeling so  forfeit?

Come back to me my Angel, rise out of that magical photograph,
Breaking the prison of the closed drawer,
Hold me tight just once more.
Kiss me and wipe my tears,
Embrace me with the arms to love me to the core……

My Angel,
I tried to preserve each moment of ‘WE’,
Like how god’s beauty is wrapped by the petals of the rose,
Least did I know it would dry up someday into browns,
Only to ink these verses ;strokes of emotions through a poesy or a prose.

That you are a no more near, loneliness is what I fear,
Save me from this lonely world,
Wake me up from this ambiguous dream,
Take me with you to a moment where life is impearled, and you are the SUPREME.

©unblossomedyet💔💕❣️