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Saturday, July 04, 2020

Art of Appreciation

Most people these days take others for granted. They do not appreciate what they have, or the effort and hard work others put for them. Even the little things matter.

A warm smile we receive, a kind gesture, a friendly all matters, and yet we often take them for granted. We do not appreciate. We do not take the time to let the other know how important such things are for us.

Appreciating is an art, it does not come naturally to all. Sometimes one has to learn to appreciate. And a word of appreciation makes a lot of difference to another.

And it's never too late to start learning 🙂

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Avni and the Pegasus

One day Avni thought 
That she would fly
Go high above 
Right up in the sky

But she had no wings
So she became sad
Hearing of her wish
The world thought her mad

She whispered her wish
To the fairies around
They listened to her
Without making a sound

They picked up their wand
Created something wondrous
Avni clapped when she saw
A lovely Pegasus

It smiled at her gently
And shook it's head
Come on my lovely Avni
Come sit on my back

She sat on its back
And held on to it's ears
And high she flew
Without any fears

She winked at the sun
And kissed the moon
Filled her pockets with stardust
Gave each cloud a balloon

Finally she got tired
And back home she came
The Pegasus bid farewell
And things became the same

She took out the stardust
And called all her friends
She shared it with them all
And thus the story ends

Copyright Renu Vyas

Sunday, June 28, 2020

The Silly Potato

This one's for my granddaughters Aayushi and Avni..

Little Aayushi and Avni
Sat down to have lunch
But the potato in their plate
Gave them a sound punch

"I will not let you eat me"
It screamed in a rage
It hopped and it danced
As if it is on a stage

"How dare you" said Aayushi
"How could you give a punch"
She picked it up in anger
And angrily she munched

"Ouch" squealed the potato
It wriggled out of reach
Now Avni too got angry
A lesson she decided to teach

She picked up a bottle
And on it splattered sauce
The potato could not see now
And therefore it paused

So Aayushi and Avni
Quickly caught it and ate
They munched and they chewed
Before it could make them wait

"What a stupid, silly potato !"
Said Avni with a smile
And Aayushi agreed with her
Making the meal worthwhile

Copyright Renu Vyas

Lost Dreams

Eyes gaze out of the window
Heart in a perpetual wait
Of a lost dream to come back home

© Renu Vyas 

Thursday, June 25, 2020

Meant For The Sidelines

"Who am I ?"

This is one question we all ask ourselves from time to time. We are never the same. Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. And yet, there are some things that remain the same, constant.

I am more tolerant of people now than I was earlier. I have learnt to hear more than I speak. I have learnt to be more careful with my emotions. I am better able to hide my pain behind smiles and conversations.

What has not changed is that I am still very much an introvert. I am the type of person who when is present, the presence will not be acknowledged and in absence, the absence will not be felt.

I am a person that one's peripheral vision can see, but never really notice because people mostly focus on the center, on what is in front of them. I will never be the person in the center.

I am meant for the sidelines.

Sunday, June 21, 2020


I used to love life in the countryside. I loved solitude. And yet..I now prefer to stay in the city. The sound of the traffic, the noise and the glow of lights are a constant reminder to me of life in continuous motion. They keep my mind engaged, distracted. They leave no space to think.

The silence of the countryside, the solitude, scares me. It allows me to hear my own thoughts far too much.
So yes, I still do love the countryside..and yet...

Monday, June 15, 2020

Garden Of Words

I have a beautiful garden
In my mind, and my heart
I plant all my words there
Some complete, some at start

Some are totally random
While others are rehearsed
I tend to them all lovingly
Day and night they are nursed

I pour on them, all of my love
And sprinkle a little of my pain
I Add some tender feelings too
And my tears on them I rain

And finally there comes a time
When the garden is in bloom
Rich, vibrant thoughts adorn it
And some beautiful verses too

I pluck some softly, tenderly
Mix them in my emotional jar
Some turn out as beautiful
And some remain as memoirs...

Copyright Renu Vyas

Friday, June 12, 2020


The walls that my heart built
Are my safety, protection
And my prison too

Copyright Renu Vyas

Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Love At First Sound

I don't exactly remember when or how it happened.
I grew up abroad and I would visit my hometown in the holidays. It was then that I first heard of the radio show "Binaca Geet mala". I remember that countdown of songs..and how I fell in love with a voice. There is a saying in English -  love at first sight, but mine was love at first sound. I totally, irrevocably, fell in love with Ameen Sayani 's mesmerizing voice.

I remember how I'd rush to complete my school homework, get all that was required of me done..just so that I would be free for the show. I remember the excitement of hearing a favorite song on the popularity chart, the disappointment of another not making it..the way how Sayani Sahab's voice made  each song special..every song had a mood, a character, and a life of it's own..

Some songs brought that soft smile on my face..while my imagination took me to places, and near people I dreamt about.. while some left my eyes moist. Than there were those that made me yearn and ache for that which I had never had or even experienced..and yet I felt that acute loss..a void unexplained.

The radio show and Sayani Sahab's voice enriched my teenage years and laid a solid foundation for love of music that has only grown with the years..the show may be off air..but it lives on in my heart and memories..and to this day my love for that voice continues..

Saturday, June 06, 2020


A comfortable silence that needs no words
A wink across a crowded room
The art of being in love

Copyright Renu Vyas

Wednesday, June 03, 2020

Frozen In Time

I am
Scraps of paper 
Filled with unfinished notes 
And forgotten doodles

I am
Half cups of coffee
Cold and discarded
Over intense conversations

I am
Unflicked grey ash
Hanging precariously
From half smoked cigarette butts

I am
The lonely bookmark
Found between pages
Of books once read, loved

I am
That quiet moment 
Forever frozen in time
Preserved for a lifetime

Copyright Renu Vyas

Monday, June 01, 2020

Sepia Coloured Life

Dried flowers hidden between the pages of old books, sepia colored photographs, gramophone records, Mehdi Hassan's soft voice, Amin Sayani and Binaca Geetmala, crisp cotton saris, the familiar smell of Ponds talcum powder, rooh afza, and  the luxury of being in touch with myself..the uncluttered, simple life.

A massive wave of nostalgia...

Tuesday, May 26, 2020


Sometimes I wonder how silence can vary so much in pitch and tone. Some silences are soothing and soft..some  chaotic, while others are filled with a happy chatter. The silence within me today holds a high-pitched scream at its heart.

Reminds me of Ghalib 's words:

"जब की तुझ बिन नहीं कोई मौजूद
फिर ये हंगामा ऐ खुदा क्या है
दिल ए नादां तुझे हुआ क्या है..."

Monday, May 25, 2020


The problem with pedestals is that people start to look down on you..and eventually, invariably they fall off them. And I've put far too many people on pedestals all my life.

Monday, May 18, 2020

Jigsaw Puzzle

I tried to fit in all my life
Forgetting, that I am not
Piece of a jigsaw puzzle

Copyright Renu Vyas

Sunday, May 10, 2020

Coronavirus Diaries

We got so caught up
In surviving, day and night
We forgot to actually live

Copyright Renu Vyas

Saturday, May 09, 2020

Beautiful Me

Someday when I am nomore 
Someone, somewhere
Will take the time to learn
The "me" that I was
My truths, my defeats
My demons, My dreams
What tried to destroy me..
And what made me a fighter
What made me connect
And what made me love. 
And they will tell the world
What a beautiful story I was...

Copyright Renu Vyas

Tuesday, May 05, 2020

Black or White

We need to take
All those shades of grey
And make them
Black or white
To define a limit
And be absolute

Copyright Renu Vyas

Monday, May 04, 2020

Forgotten Bookmarks

All the words
You once whispered
Lovingly, softly
Still reside in my heart
As forgotten bookmarks
Of a story called "Us" 
That once was
Yet no longer exists

Copyright Renu Vyas

Sunday, May 03, 2020

Sunset In My Eyes

I waited an eternity for you
And to you devoted all my sunrise
But you arrived, seeking me so late
When all I have is sunset in my eyes

Copyright Renu Vyas

Thursday, April 30, 2020

An Old Soul

I am, an old soul
Stuck in the wrong century
Shying from the modern chaos
Overwhelmed and insecure
 By the magnitude of superficiality
Comfortable in my own company
I walk a solitary path
I meditate, reflect on, appreciate
Enjoy beauty of life, contemplate
Taking each day as it comes
Until the time I'm recalled
To unite with my fellow old souls

Copyright Renu Vyas

Friday, April 24, 2020


Sometimes I feel we don't really know people. We feel we totally understand them, their thoughts, their views, and what makes them "them".

But do we ever really know them ? do we ever truly see what lies beneath the surface ? Sometimes, I wonder if I even know myself. I was a different person long long back, I'm different now. Am I who I should have been ? So what does that make me ?

We all have our versions, and it's okay if people can't love all of them...

Thursday, April 23, 2020


There are some books that stay in my collection. I’ve read them lots of times, long back. The pages are worn out, yellowed with time. I rarely read them, yet I do not give them away. The thought that they are there comfort me..and There are some songs that I never delete from my music collection. They remain in my playlist always. I rarely hear them, but the thought that they are there gives me comfort. I do not miss them, and yet neither do I forget them.

And there are such people too....

Tuesday, March 17, 2020


कड़कती धूप में फिर रहा
बदहवास सा, बौखलाया हुआ
अंजान मुसाफ़िर आवारा सा
एक शख़्सियत की तलाश में

Copyright Renu Vyas

Monday, March 16, 2020

Loving Myself

Thank you for once rejecting me
 It was the beginning of
My accepting and embracing
All of my flaws and scars
That make me unique in my own way
And falling in love with myself

Copyright Renu Vyas

Sunday, February 02, 2020

Joker In The Pack

Life has always been for me
Like a deck of  playing cards
There are kings, queens and jacks
While I , the joker stands apart

I have watched on quietly
As life's hand after hand is dealt
And with each game that is played
Only worthlessness is all I've felt

People have rarely noticed me
Kept my opinions and wishes aside
I stayed on the peripheries of life
Compromising with my pride

I am to be used as and when
Things are not going so great
I do what is required of me
But my heart carries this sad weight

With a pained smile on my face 
I sadly gaze into their eyes
Entertaining the kings and queens 
while my whole being aches and cries

So you see, In a world so bright
I live all alone, night after night
I am the useless Joker 
Ignored by the orchestrators of life 

©Renu Vyas

Thursday, January 30, 2020

वो और मैं

एक खुशबू बन 
साँसों में मेरी 
रच बस गया 
हवा के झोंके सी 
कुछ पल छू के 
बस बिखर गई
मीठी  याद बन  
दिल में मेरे 
घऱ कर गया 
भूले लम्हे सी 
वक़्त के साथ 
बस गुज़र गयी

©Renu Vyas

Wednesday, January 29, 2020

I, A Broken Vase

I, a beautiful vase
Broken time and again
By those I trust
And those I love
And each time 
I gather my pieces
Joining them 
Carefully, painfully
While people judge me
On the basis of
My ugly cracks
Missing out completely
On the beauty
Of my strength
On my ability to 
Rejoin myself
And restore my trust
As love them
All over again

©Renu Vyas

Sunday, January 05, 2020

मेरा मौन

हिदायतें सबकी सुनी
सबके कहे सुनता रहा
सहमे, चुप रहे लब मेरे
और मेरा मौन बोलता रहा

©Renu Vyas

Friday, January 03, 2020


आँखे उस का सपना देखे 
जो कभी मुझे मिला नहीं 
दिल उस खत का रास्ता देखे 
जो कभी किसी ने लिखा नहीं 
मन मनाए उस शख्स को 
जो कभी कहीं रूठा नहीं 
हँस लेती हूँ उस बात पर 
जो कभी किसी  ने कही नहीं 
और ऐसे ही रूठते , हँसाते 
अपने में ही ख्वाब सजाते 
खुद को अक्सर मना लेती हूँ 
की मैं भी तन्हां नहीं...

©Renu Vyas