the poet in me

Sorry people for not writing in so long. I know when I started writing to this blog. I promised to myself that I will give my full time and attention to this blog and will post regularly. But from last few weeks many things are actually occupied my mind. As I written earlier in my blog that I am still on my way “discovering my self”, which doesn’t mean I have surrendered my self in a lab (hah!!..) but actually I am trying to realize what are the different and new things which I want to do, that could impress me and can engage me for long.



What I would love to do in my spare time (well now days most of the time is spare time for me aahhh!! I hate it) but still as later I won’t be in a mood I guess.


So I tried on doing so many things, which I never did before


I started reading, hey!! I did it before! But this time with few new authors and a new spirit, at one point I closed the book and kept it aside, now it was turn for my next big thing beside.


I started painting ohh!! That needs lots of patience, I painted few clay pots and wrote my name after some time I washed my brush arid the paint. That was not for me foe holy saint


I was mesmerized by the idea of making candles at home this diwali, but the mess I made took interest away.


Oh! I was so confused what do next. Than came the idea of chatting on phone with mates. Few days were good then it made me depressed. Now whenever my phone rings, I ask, why? You are calling me. Its too boring don’t ring me again


When I saw my bill at month end, I was looking for someone around from whom I can lend.


Then I got the idea of watching bollywood masala films, I didn’t knew it’s to weird, I wont watch it again it’s a fake realm.


How hero heroin can get romantic while dancing around the trees, changing to designer clothes in a second’s spree.


I was so shocked when the girl met to an accident, thanks to make man she didn’t had scratched faced. When I met to an accident I got scars all around and an injured knee, I wish that movie I wouldn’t have ever seen.


Then I played computer games few hours a day, but I got a spin ache, so left it for my health’s sake. I wish I could run like Max Payne. Spurt the criminal like V cop’s Officer Ted. But I was getting so annoyed so I started playing the Ranch Rash game.


I grew vegetables, crops and grains; I sold them to the merchant in weekly sale. I was so engrossed that I forgot it was only a game. So what I was an expert won some trophies and a gold medal. I made bread, sauce, cheese, jams and jellies, but that was in my desktop I couldn’t eat.


It gave me idea of making my own ranch, but in the city I stay I don’t own a land. So I gone to my terrace and planted few seeds. Toweling the pots the dust caused me to sneeze.


I left the plants far behind, I didn’t wanted to do it anymore. I ask my mum to water the plant, and I started hunting for new things kept in store.


I sat on the couch and laid behind, I was analysis what I have in my mind? One of my secrete wishes came to my mind; I wish I could predict my future with a fortune guide. I came to my room, started searching for something, the Tarot card set caught my eyes, and it was tempting.


I didn’t waited a minute, and spread the cards. The first two were good but the “Hanged man” made me more confused. Now tell me deepika what you will do?


Enough of new tasks, enough of failures. I wanted to something new, but all those thoughts now got disappeared.


I looked so much to the future that I forgot my memories I kept. I opened my diary while reading I slept. I got a dream what I always love to do. It was writing my every moment which I want to do.


I started rhyming which I never did before; I started writing which I did before. I love writing every now and then. I don’t need to pen that, I have my blog where I can write again and again..






So it was me moa myself and I hope to have some more stuffs to post ahead so please don’t disappear and keep reading writing comments.


Thanks. Love you all.