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Thursday, November 27, 2014

A Puppet

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© Copyright Renu Vyas

To a number of strings
I am eternally bound
Always maneuvered
And often pushed around

People roughly pull me
This way and that
Ignorant of my pains
And without any regrets

Pushed out each day
To dance and perform
Forever to be right
And never to be wrong

The music blares loudly
They all clap in glee
And watch in fascination
As laughter surrounds me

My performance entertains
And amuses all of them
But it makes my whole life
Nothing but a sham

For I am only a puppet
So no one hears my plea
Day after day I perform
While my heart cries silently

Monday, November 24, 2014

Acceptance Of Self

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We adjust our expectations
And quietly give up our dreams
We change our life’s definitions
And destroy our self esteem

We change the fabric of our existence
And on every turn we compromise
We lose our very originality
And fail to notice its demise

All this we do at times for someone
Who neither reciprocates nor deserves
We hurt, we cry, we worry, we fret
And then we call all this love

“ Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.” – Bernard M. Maruch

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Not A Back-up Plan

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© Copyright Renu Vyas

You either accept someone’s love

Or you reject it outright

Do not treat it as a back-up plan

To be used as and when you like

Friday, November 21, 2014

My Facebook Woes

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Facebook – A lovely place where I can connect with my family, friends and all others I may wish to connect with. We can share photographs and keep each other updated. At least that is what I thought it was all about initially until I experienced certain other things that started irritating me and it got to such a point that I decided to write a post on it and rant !

The “Poke” tab. I truly wonder what purpose it serves and why do people feel the need to use it. I don’t know about others but I hate being poked. It puts me off and it is simply not acceptable to me.

The “Like” tab. Ok I do use the tab when I really like something or photographs my family or friends post. But I have an issue with people who send private messages complaining about how I forgot to like each and every thing they post. And yes, let us not forget those who post their own pictures and are the first one to like them too..I mean..if you have posted a picture of yours you must have liked it to post it in the first place right ? Liking your own picture is the height of desperation.

The posts that ask me to repost. People, I love my Dad, Mom, Husband, Children and all my family. I have full faith in my religion. Do not post pictures of various gods or about family and ask me to repost them with words like “let’s see who loves them enough to repost this” or photographs of terminally ill people with messages like "like this picture to save his/her life" blah is extremely irritating.

Tagging. Do not tag me along with 50 other people in photographs that have nothing to do with me. Trust me..Everything you post is automatically visible on my timeline..You do not need to tag me in all the nature/religious/political/cartoon etc. etc. pictures that you post.

I enjoy using Facebook. I truly do..and I do not mean to be rude to anyone..but.. is my humble request to not poke me, ask me to repost stuff that is not important etc.

Thursday, November 20, 2014


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© Copyright Renu Vyas

Tomorrow never really comes
Yesterday just never goes
And the today as I knew it
Bypassed me some years ago

My mind is numb and stuck
In this perpetual time zone
You moved on in life and left me
Trapped in this timelessness all alone

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Bonfire Of Memories

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 Today I climbed inwards
And collected all the memories
That I had stored away
So lovingly…
The moments
We had created together
The sharing
Of joys and pains
The laughing
At such small things
The conversations
And the significant
Pauses in between…
I picked up each memory
Touched it tenderly
And relived
Each and every moment
Some made me smile
Others brought tears…
I collected each feeling
Along with every thought
To take out in the garden
And burned all
That there was
That reminded me of you
Creating a huge
Bonfire of love…
I sat there and watched
Every spark and ember
Float in the air
And soon
All that remained
Were the ashes
Of our love
And the debris of our past…

Tuesday, November 18, 2014


© Copyright Renu Vyas

She is the one who creates
And is the synonym of earth
They have named her “mother”
She bears the pain of giving birth

She nourishes and nurtures
And keeps her family well fed
Works tirelessly all day long
And yet is the last one to bed

She gives up her name and identity
And adopts her husband’s name
Forgets her own wants and dreams
Prays for his health, wealth and fame

As her children grow up and flourish
She feels immense pride
And in order to make them happy
She keeps her own dreams aside

She ignores their bad tempers
And overlooks their flaws
And though she’s worthy of it
She never gets any applause

She often gets neglected
But calmly handles the stress
She hides the pain with a smile
And shows not she’s depressed

She worries about her family
And gives them sound advice
But she is often ignored
And hurt without thinking twice

At times she’s sad and lonely
Amidst those that she loves
She sheds silent tears at nights
At behavior she’s undeserving of

And yet because she’s a mother
Her heart remains loving and pure
She forgets and forgives all
And strives to keep her family secure

“But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.” 
― Mitch Albom, For One More Day

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Winter Solitude

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The heavenly sweet smell of pine trees
A crackling fire that does not let me freeze
I gaze out the window as the leaves silently fall
Beautiful memories my mind does recall 
I sit all alone in peace and comfort
Surrounded by books that are worn out yet loved
A hot steaming cup of coffee nearby
Just my beloved solitude for company and I
Away from the hustle and bustle of life
My body and soul renew and re-energize

Lost Fragrance Of Love

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I once grew a rose for you
It blossomed fresh and fine
Its petals sprinkled with morning dew
Looked charming and divine

I decorated it with hopes and dreams
And wrapped it with my love
I dreamt our love would flourish
And be blessed by the lord above

But when I offered the rose to you
You rebuffed and declined
Hurt and dejected I returned
While each day my heart for you pined

The rose I grew so lovingly
Has lost its color and dried
Crushed between the pages of a book
It stays life-less, hidden, and cries

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

The Candy Floss Man (Budhhi Ke Baal Wala)

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While I was out this afternoon, I saw a lone man on the footpath trying to sell candy floss. He would call out every time a child walked by, he would try to get the child’s attention but alas..not a single child stopped or even glanced his way. Most children preferred going to the big shop nearby. I saw one walk out with a packet of Choco pie and yet another with a packet of Lays chips. One child who did look at the candy floss seller was pulled away by his mother who muttered “it is not healthy !”

I remembered my childhood. I remembered a similar candy floss seller (or rather the “buddhi ke baal wala” as we called him) who would come to our street ringing a bell that he held in his hand, and all my cousins and I would wait eagerly for him. For us it was a great treat. I remember how instead of cold drinks, our mothers would serve Rooh Afza..sometimes mixed with cold water and if you’re lucky, an ice cube or two (yes a house with a fridge and ice was considered wealthy, neighbors coming around for ice was routine), and sometimes mixed with cold milk. And yes, the occasional “Gold Spot” (wonder if it is still available in the markets today..).

 The Lays, the Kurkures, The Choco Pies and the Pringles are all good for sure but sometimes my heart still yearns for the Budhhi ke baal, the kulfis and the simplicity of my childhood that seems to have died in today’s modern world.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Aayushi My Grandchild

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A charming irresistible smile
And a voice like honey so sweet
Soft small pretty hands
And tiny lovely feet

Mom says “she’s my darling”
Papa says “she’s daddy’s girl”
Nanu says “hey she’s mine”
But Mimi knows she is hers

She is like the sunshine
Warm, bright and clear
Her dimpled sunny laugh
Brings such joy and cheer

The stories she and I share
Each and every night
The cuddling and cozying
And the hugging so tight

In this life of mine
She plays a special part
Spreads happiness all around me
And fills love in my heart

Sunday, November 09, 2014

Colors Of Life

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Some colors are bold,
Some colors are bright
Yet each and every color,
Fills me with delight
There’s a message in each color,
And each color has a mood
Some say black depresses
Yet some say it is good
Gold reminds me of dreams
Green of rejuvenation and life
White reminds of peace and calm
Silver of stars and moon light
Red is the color of passion
Blue is the oceans so wide
Grey is old age and experiences
While purples and pinks excite
Some colors stand out by themselves
Charming and divine
While others look so much better
When they are intertwined
Each and every emotion
They portray and describe
They are a part of our existence
The colors of our life

Saturday, November 08, 2014

The Philanderer

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He came, he saw, he liked, he wooed
Her body and her mind he seduced 
But once the newness of it all wore off
He got bored, and to pastures new he moved

Friday, November 07, 2014

The Lonely Old Couple

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The old couple, sitting quietly by the window
Drooping shoulders, sad old figures, all alone
The crowds and the world pass them by 
As they gaze on, neglected, forgotten and unknown

They watch the children shout and play
And remember fondly of their own
Their giggles and laughs, and running so fast
And the seeds of love they had as a family sown

The daughter’s need to sit in their laps
Her non-stop chatters and dimpled smile
All now things of the past, forgotten so fast
While she grew up and moved on in life

The Son’s games of cricket, and basket ball
And the sticking of band-aid on grazed knees
His bonding with his Dad and clinging to Mom
Now just remain as cherished memories

“We are grown up now and we need our space
We have our own dreams to fulfill”
The children had claimed it was their life
Leaving the parents with their loneliness to live

The couple now sits, side by side 
The days are now spent gazing at the phone
“Will it ring today ? will the children call ?”
They sit and wonder, so lonely and forlorn

Thursday, November 06, 2014

Stranger In The Mirror

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 © Copyright Renu Vyas

The stranger who stares back from the mirror
Never fails to amaze, and scare me
The numerous small wrinkles stand out
Where once the skin lay smooth and free

There was a time her hair was smooth and black
It now lies limp, rough and grey
Life’s experience has taught her so much
And yet she has no words to say

Who is this woman I stand and wonder
And from where does she come
Has life been so hard on her
That a stranger to me she has become ?

The life has gone out of her smile
Her blank eyes have lost their spark
Her actions have become so life-less
Her persona so dull and dark

Her eyes no longer look to the future
Nor do they remember the past
The present does not matter to her
The blankness of her soul so vast

“Go away stranger !” I plead with her
“What role in my life do you have ?”
She smiles at me her vacant smile
And whispers “I’m all that you have left..”

Sunday, November 02, 2014

New Love

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 © Copyright Renu Vyas

Come let us pretend we are strangers
Who have never before met
And throw away all past bitterness
To create fresh memories never to forget

Let us explore each other’s minds afresh
While our souls nurture and nourish
Let new conversations and stories surface
As our dreams bloom and flourish

Let our love envelop us so completely
Making it hard for all to discern
Where your name and identity starts
And where my name and personality ends

Saturday, November 01, 2014


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 © Copyright Renu Vyas

Memories, over a period of time
Fade, wither and crumble away
Like the petals of a dry rose