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Friday, July 31, 2015

The Disillusioned Youth

They live in a make believe world
That has no bearing on reality
And remain trapped in a false life
That is far from practicalities

Peace and love are alien to them
They speak the language of hate
They neither hear logic nor reason
With guns they communicate 

They erase the fine line that depicts
What is wrong and what is right
Their life is full of darkness
And they shun out any form of light

They talk of happiness and freedom
And they scream of it and shout
But in reality they are disillusioned
For they know not what it’s all about

They turn to drugs in hard times
And suffer from low self-esteem
Chaos reigns high in their life
Their true self becomes hard to redeem

They walk the path of ignorance
And they make ample mistakes
That however much they may try later
Will become harder to erase

 There will someday come a time
When they’ll wake up and realize
That all their ideals were false
And this was no way to lead their life

© Copyright Renu Vyas

Sunday, July 26, 2015

भूला हुआ सा "हम"

"तुम" और "मैं" 
के अहंकार की जंग में 
घायल, गुमसुम
भूला हुआ सा एक "हम"..

© Copyright Renu Vyas

Friday, July 24, 2015


नींद ने मुझसे बेरुख़ी कर ली 
ख़्वाब भी मेरे आजकल नम है 
दोस्त मिला कर मुझसे अंधेरों में कहीं 
सूरज से मेरी अब तो दोस्ती कम है....

© Copyright Renu Vyas

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Pyre Of Memories

Smoldering ashes
Turn to raging fire
Pyre of memories

© Copyright Renu Vyas

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Imperfectly Perfect

Recently a friend talked to me about how she had joined a gym as well as a cooking class that specified baking cakes. Why this sudden fascination with cakes I asked ? I know for a fact that she dislikes cakes. Her reply was that other women from some group that she was a part of were always discussing/baking cakes and how she always felt left out and stupid. And the weight issue was due to her children mentioning how so and so aunty always looked and dressed so well.

My friend’s need for perfection and other people’s approval made me think..why do people want to be perfect ? To me, imperfection is beautiful. I truly believe that it is our flaws that make us interesting. It is the little differences between us - our quirks and idiosyncrasies that make us curious about each other and therefore connect. Imperfection brings a certain reality and humanness in us.

Why would I want to be the same as everyone else ? I've never understood the need to fit in with groups, follow popular fashions or to do what everyone else is doing. I like to be my own person, I may not be perfect in some people's eyes, but if I'm happy with me, then that's good enough. Every person is beautiful in their own being. No one else is like them. They are unique but not perfect.

No one is perfect. There is no such thing as a perfect person, if there was then things would not last. Yes we have our "perfect moments" and even those may not be perfect in another’s eyes.

Imperfection represents freedom of choice and living and thinking outside of the box, of making mistakes and learning from them. It represents growth. There is beauty in loving and reveling in the uniqueness of imperfection.

Symmetry and balance can be beautiful and fascinating for sure but so can asymmetry and imbalance. It is the little imperfections which often represent adaptation and change , evolution and development, without which we would all stand still and stagnate.

Everyone has a different perception and this is what makes the beauty of imperfection so unique.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Writer's Block

I overcome my writer's block
By convincing my pen
That it would come closer to you
With each poem that ends

© Copyright Renu Vyas

Friday, July 17, 2015


आँखों में है सूनापन 
दिल में बस वीराना है
लबों पे है ख़ामोशी
मन में एक सन्नाटा है   

न जाने वो कौन शख़्स था 
जो जाते जाते मेरे ख़याल ले गया 

© Copyright Renu Vyas

Wednesday, July 15, 2015


He was
Like a never ending storm
That churned 
In her thoughts
Crashing down
All the protective walls
Of her reserves
And sanity

She was
Like the calm that comes
After the storm
Quietly, patiently
That at the end 
Of every storm
Appears a rainbow
That adorns, enriches
And beautifies life

And yet neither could do
Without the other

© Copyright Renu Vyas

Sunday, July 12, 2015

The India That I Miss

As I grow old, more and more my mind wanders back to my childhood memories. Small things that we took for granted are no more and my heart yearns for the life that was..
Listing a few things from my India in the 70s and 80s that I miss.

Aerograms or हवाई पत्र
Yes, there was a time when every family kept a stock of aerograms to communicate with other family members living in other cities or abroad. The struggle to write down all the details in that limited space had a charm of its own..the birth of a child, the passing away of a distant relative, the exam results of children, the job promotion of on and so forth...
And yes..I miss those telegrams too !

Radio Transistor
They were an addiction. One just HAD to hear the Binaca Geetmala and yes the men would be glued to it for cricket commentaries ! And much later came the I loved mine (and my T-series collection of cassettes).

Scooter with sidecar
Aah yes..who can forget them...those who had one were considered R-I-C-H !  And lets not forget Jay and Veeru riding one singing Yeh dosti..those were the days !

No we did not have video games or Play stations. We had these simple games that kept us entertained and busy all day..and how we loved them !

Every house had this..some had the Kala Dant Manjan too !

Remember those ? Reminds me of the song "Dekho dekho dekho bioscope dekho..Delhi ka kutub minar dekho.."

No we had never even heard of dairy milks and fruit n nut..all we knew were these toffees along with the colorful parle poppins and parle kismi toffees.

Diwali crackers were never complete without these "Saanp ki Golis" !

There are so many things I can go on and on about..I truly feel those who were born in that era are blessed !

Thursday, July 02, 2015

A Day Out In The Sky

This one's for my sweet little Aayushi :)

I lie in my garden and gaze at the sky
I see the fluffy white clouds drift by
I imagine myself among those clouds
Singing songs and laughing aloud

I meet and gossip with a fairy or two 
Revel in emotions, wonderful and new
I dance with all the sylphs around
And hear nature’s beautiful sounds

I come across a castle of dreams
The fairies declare me as its queen
I wear wishes and hopes as my crown
Dress in glass slippers and satin gowns

The sun looks down and smiles at me
And the child in me claps in glee 
I lie back and bask in warm sunshine
Feeling so carefree and divine

The moon gently spreads its light
I gaze in wonder at the beautiful sight
I fill my pockets with a handful of stars
Those shine so bright, near and far

I feed on the air and drink in the breeze
And play some games with fairy pixies
Finally tired, I come back to the ground
And fall asleep in my bed so sound

© Copyright Renu Vyas