Thursday, July 20, 2017

Dear Time...



Dear time, stop for a while

Let me revel in my today

And with my past reconcile

© Copyright Renu Vyas

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Closure


The fragments that you left behind

Of a once shared day-to-day life

I gather and store all bit by bit

Yet they still hurt like splinters in feet

© Copyright Renu Vyas

Saturday, July 15, 2017

New Beginnings


Standing quietly in the rain
Letting words wash off pages
Turning blank the book called "Me"
An urge to re-write life

© Copyright Renu Vyas

Sunday, May 28, 2017

कुछ सुन्दर यादें मेरे बचपन की ....

कुछ सुन्दर यादें मेरे बचपन की...



वो गर्मीयों की छुट्टियाँ। वो पानी छिड़क कर ठण्डी की हुई गर्म छत की सौंधी खुशबू, घर के सारे लोग और तारों की छाँव, वो रात का खाना छत पे खाना, खाने में मोगर रोटी और कैर के आचार का होना... खाटें लाइन में लगाना फिर देर रात तक फुसफुसा कर बातें करना। रेडियो पर हवा महल, बिनाका गीतमाला सुनना ।

वो गली के नुक्कड़ से चवन्नी का बर्फ लाकर शरबत बना कर पीना,
कोट पीस/चौकड़ी खेलना...किराये की साइकल को बारी बारी चलाना और वो साइकल की चेन का बार बार उतर जाना...

वो माँ/दादी का स्वेटर बुनते वक़्त पास बुला के नाप लेना, और दिवाली पे नए कपड़ो का आना..वो बड़े बुज़ुर्गों का पटाखों के हिस्से करना और वो एक एक पटाखे के लिए लड़ना झगड़ना ...

माँ का नारियल तेल को धूप में रखना और फिर सर में लगा के दो चोटी बनाना, बुआ का उस चोटी के लिए रंगीन रिबन लाना..

कुछ सुन्दर यादें मेरे बचपन की ....

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Happy Wedding Anniversary Dear Husband


Seeing your face first in the morning
And at the day's end, each night
Gives much warmth to my heart
And brings so much delight

You're my motivation and inspiration
And everything in between
You're the reason for my sun to shine
With you around I feel like a queen

You have not just been a husband
You've been my guide and friend
This beautiful life we share
I pray just never ends

You've supported me in all I wished
Without you I know not where I'd be
Your presence in my life
Completes and fulfills me

So thank you dear husband
For being my life's best part
I pray with all of my love
That we will never be apart

© Copyright Renu Vyas

Monday, May 01, 2017

Tick..Tock..Tick..Tock


Tick tock......tick tock…...
Ticks on my internal clock
Tick tock….tick tock……..
Nothing makes it stop

Tick tock…tick tock…
How annoying is the sound,
Tick tock…tick tock…
I wish time would turn around

Tick tock…tick tock…
Memories flash before my eyes
Tick tock…tick tock…
I wonder at how time flies   

Tick tock…tick tock…
It takes all my years and days
Tick tock…tick tock…
Hazy moments are all that stay

 Tick tock…tick tock…
Will I get to say a final goodbye
Tick tock…tick tock…
Or will I just fade away and die 

Tick tock…tick tock…
 I’ll remain a name in the past
Tick tock…tick tock…
A mere speck in a world so vast

Tick tock…..tick tock….
Ticks on my internal clock
Tick tock….tick tock…..
I just wish it would finally stop

© Copyright Renu Vyas

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Finally In My Fifties !



I turned 50 recently. Somehow it felt like I had reached an unseen milestone in my life..and yet, I sit here and think, what actually did I achieve in all these years ?

I had a great many responsibilities bestowed upon me right from the age of 17.  I have no complains. I have had my share of happiness too but my role in life and the responsibilities that came with it had me grow up too fast, too soon. Being considered an adult at just 17 meant life was filled with commitments and responsibilities, and these demands often left me feeling weary and stressed out.

But now that I’m 50, I’m free of most of those responsibilities. My children are grown up and Hubby and I have a lot of time on our hands. I always used to think that being fifty would make me feel old and a lot of people DO tell me that I’m getting old, I certainly don’t feel it.

I feel fifty is a comfortable age to be in. It’s neither young nor old. Yes, I’m no longer young but then I’m also over those tiresome 20s 30s and 40s where one worries about one’s actions, appearance and presentation. 50s is the time where you become comfortable with what you really are. You stop trying to please others all the time. You can start living for yourself and do what you like, however childish, silly or stupid it may seem to another.

So what is it that I would love to do now that I’m 50 ? Oh nothing great like studying rocket science trust me ! Here is a list of all that I wish to do now.

Laugh out loud if I feel like it at every silly joke that I enjoy instead of that delicate soft smile/laugh that ladies are always expected to indulge in.

Be impulsive. If I feel like a pizza, ice-cream, samosa or any such thing I will eat one ! I will dress up the way I want and when I want ! (yes that includes wearing pink !) If I feel like singing a song sitting behind Hubby on his bike I will sing and not worry about those passing by ! A small jig when I hear a good news would be great too !

Talk nonsense. Yes well I’ve had my share of the so called intelligent conversations and polite small talks that bored me to death. I am entitled to talk nonsense. It can be fun (for me at least and that’s all that matters right now).

Maybe I will stop avoiding puddles on the road ? I always wanted to go splash in them so why not !

Eat out of the box or jar without anyone telling me its not proper.

Stamp my feet in anger when I don’t like something ! (I have always wanted to do that but just never got around to it yet).

Cant think of anything else for now. Anyone got any other ideas or suggestions ? Hehe :P

Saturday, January 28, 2017

What Is Your Fear ?



I am claustrophobic.

Claustrophobia is an anxiety disorder in which the sufferer has an irrational fear of having no escape or being closed-in. It frequently results in a panic attack and can be triggered by a lot of things.

It is not necessarily the small spaces that trigger the anxiety but the fear of what can happen to the person if confined to that area. Some things that trigger anxiety issues with me are:

Elevators, tunnels, basements or underground rooms and spaces, movie theatres, subway trains, hotel rooms with windows that do not open, public toilets and in some cases medical devices like MRI scanners etc.

It is not being in a small space that bothers me – it is being effectively trapped in that space that leaves me feeling breathless. I hate elevators. That terrifying moment between the elevator stopping and the doors opening feels like forever to me. I feel like I can't breathe when I am in an enclosed area. The fear of being enclosed or stuck up in any place with no easy escape triggers a panic attack in me. If I am in a room and there are too many people, I start to feel the beginnings of it. Crowded stores are one of the worst for me. I often have to step outside. Feeling held down or contained in any way triggers it instantly.

It is difficult for people without this affliction to even begin to understand this condition. There have been so many instances where I have been ridiculed when I take the stairs instead of the elevator or when I check the hotel room that I am to stay in for windows that open out to a balcony.

We all have a phobia or two in life. Some fear the water, others heights etc. but I feel we should be more tolerant towards those people.

What is your fear ?