With the love and support of all my readers, each one of YOU, I have decided to take my creative writing and blogging to a new level by moving my blog to a self-hosted website. This will give me more flexibility in terms of what I can do with my blog. I will also be able to experiment more, which I thoroughly enjoy and hopefully you will too. 🙂
So, if you are following me here already, you may like continue to do the same at my new blog tejasjani.com through the follow button on the sidebar.
You will not get the feed of my new posts in the wordpress reader unless you have subscribed to the new blog. So do it right away by visiting this link.
Do visit my new blog, which is essentially the same old fun place, just potentially a lot better. Hopefully, it will live up to you expectations and beyond. Keep your suggestions, reviews and comments coming at the new place. So see you there!
Keep the love coming. As you know, it is my ink. Cheers!
– Tejas Jani
Photo Credit: Alexas_Fotos
What else is life than
sun rays penetrating through
dense clouds day to day.
While the world keeps trying to find equilibrium between good and evil with each passing day, my little one, you will continue growing up. It is inevitable.
As you grow up, nothing will change if YOU don’t. And everything will change, if YOU do.
There would be numerous things which you love as a kid today and the same things will end up turning boring as you grow up. Don’t let it happen. Loving something should not change just because years are added to your life. Let the child remain alive in you. Keep loving the stuff you love today. Enjoy playing in the sandpit even when you have your own little one decades down the line.
It may sound absurd if I tell you today that what you are inside will eventually end up being what you are surrounded with. It is a fact. The world is what we, as humanity, do on day to day basis. You do your bit and the others will follow. It is a little complicated than what I am making it sound here though. Continue reading “Grab Your Star”
Honey bee flying
around the garden all day
for the queen supreme.
Armless like a snake
I may seem helpless but did
you forget my sting?
Things turned upside down
seen through manipulative
droplet of water.
Honestly, I don’t believe in numbers. However, some numbers mean a little more than my not believing in numbers and a little more than mere digits. This number is one of those.
Out of the daily hassle and tussle with the world and within, when something comes up like a ray of sunshine amid dense jet black clouds, it deserves due appreciation and a bow of respect. This blog has been that ray for me. Continue reading “Thank You (and Sorry)!”
Looking straight ahead with grit and grace.
Still why nothing seems in sight?
Sun is shining right above your head,
Still, nothing is visible. Why is there no light?
Continue reading “Facing a Wall”
Dew drop rolling and
diving off the tip of the
leaf into the lake.
Jill: Hey, let’s go shopping.
Jack: Sure. Where?
Jill: Umm… I was thinking… Shoppers Stop?
Jack: Umm… or.. Westside?
Jill: But Shoppers Stop has a great Sale going on.
Jack: No. Still, Westside. Please?
Jill: Westside doesn’t have discounts.
Jack: I know. But, they have chairs.
In her love, feeling
just like a helpless spider
trapped in his own web.
The key, while entering a lock, does not know if she is meant for him.
Still, she goes in and tries to unlock what he is holding tight inside. She tries to release the shackles. She goes in with a hope of setting him free.
Even when she fails, she at least tries to alter some levers. She tries to bring some change inside him. She may not succeed in setting him totally free but she makes him believe that she tried to get him out of that situation. Continue reading “Be the Key”
Dry leaf left the tree
where it belonged all its life.
A lone puff of cloud like a tiny cotton bud floats by my sight to break my concentration as I stare blankly at the otherwise cool blue spotless sky.
The cloud tries to break my will to not focus on anything. It charms me with its nothingness.
I feel captivated and my vision pans with it.
Slowly, softly, but consistently.
The teeny cloud swings on the magic carpet of the breeze and before I know, it starts scattering into bits. Tiny, tinier and even tinier bits.
Within moments, while my sight still tries to keep a track of the cloud, its snow whiteness vanishes into the blueness of the sky as if it never was. But still I know it is there. Right there. And with scattered pieces, it is there more than it ever was.
The puff of peace leaves me enchanted.
Photo Credit: Alexas_Fotos
Why dive in the sea
called the world, when the pearl is
buried right within?
Silly is the word for you, my dear self.
You’ve got to listen to me if you need help.
You hang on to things which don’t matter,
or, at least, which don’t matter anymore.
Sham hopes and cunning mirage, you adore.
You tax in staying stuck to what repeals you.
How are we going to move on together
unless we listen to each other
and reach to an agreement
that whatever happens, happens for good.
There is not point staying glued.
Continue reading “Let it Go”
He couldn’t realize
his falling in love with her,
a smile at a time.
It must have been a dream
when I thought of myself
as someone I was not.
If not, what would be the explanation
for why do I look at the mirror
and try to seek someone else.
There has to be a justification
for what makes me chase the shadow
which would not fit my jigsaw anyway.
Continue reading “The Best of Me”
Standing ground like a
thick trunk, chin-up, solo tree
on the mountain top.
I wonder sometimes
How is it that anything I do
Or anything is say,
Anyway I play
Or even how I pray,
It is always too little
For what the world demands.
The World. Who is he? Or is he?
I am the world. Or am I?
If I’m the world, how is it that
I’m deficient for myself?
And if I’m not the world,
How is it that I care so much
for him to care for me,
Or some love
for him to spare for me?
Continue reading “Misfit”
Waking up by you
as a sweet nightingale chirps
on a misty dawn.
Through the safe haven
Looking at the world
Is never the real deal
Nor does it make you feel
What it is actually meant to,
What the god would intend to.
Things may seem as they are,
Right in front of your eyes, they may pass.
But they are far away from real,
When seen through a glass.
Flowers may seem blossomed
Through the crystal clear glass
But what about the fragrance
And the scent of innocence
That you might have inhaled
Had you stepped out?
Continue reading “The Other Side”
Nothing frightened him
more than being unable
to pen down his thoughts.
Looking at Nothing while the
Calm Breeze Guides your Way.
In The Middle of
The Sparkly World, Peace Rests In
When The Odds Are Against Us
And Even We Are Against Each Other,
When We May Not Understand
Or Can’t Even Stand One Another,
In The Middle Of the Wall
That May Separate Us,
Let There Be a Window.
When Our Faces Boil With Anger
And We May Not See the Danger
That We May End Up In Just By
Not Letting It Go,
Even Through Holding On to the Wall
That May Separate Us,
Let There Be a Window.
Continue reading “Let There Be A Window”
Once upon a time, there was a poem. She was not just words. She was not just punctuation marks. She was an expression.
Though everyone would come, read her and often appreciate, she was pretty much all by herself most of the times. She would just sit back, reflect on her own self and wonder what she was. And why she was what she was.
She would avoid talking to the other poems. Even if one would come to cheer her up, she would pass. Not because she did not want to be happy. But because, she did not know if she was meant to be happy. She wanted to know the purpose of her existence. She wanted to understand the feeling that she was meant to convey. Continue reading “The Story of a Poem”
Sun, What Good Is Your
Roasting Heat If It Can Not
Burn Her Memories.
Imagine the World
If the God Used Us Just As
We Use Him Today.
They take my Pain,
Carry it on their Shoulder
And Free them Out in the World.
Much like I, myself, Could Never Do.
In a Way that I Never Ever Knew.
They take my Joy,
Ride on them, Gleefully,
And Spray them Over the Words
That they had carried on their Shoulder.
And They Shine Better as they get Older.
Continue reading “Words”
.All At Straightforward
Not World’s The Because Backwards
Better Are Things Some
I Can’t Hug You But
You Can Hug Me When You Want.
Unfair. – Teddybear.
Though Flying Higher,
Kite Felt Jealous Of the Birds
For No Strings Attached.
I Was a Zero,
Useless. Then Came By My Side
The One. The Dear One.
Dead Brown Maple Leaf
Began New Journey, Floating
On Serene River.
Jill: Hey, do you think I need to buy some new perfumes.
Jack: Sure. As you like, Sweetie.
Jill: Hmm. So, you think I smell bad. Don’t you?
Jack: Hunh! *confused* of course not.
Jill: You don’t think I smell nice naturally.
Jack: You smell beautiful naturally. Fresh as mint. *pretends sniffing*
Jill: Then why do you think I need perfumes?
Jack: It is just for something better, you know?
Jill: It doesn’t make sense.
Jack: Sure, it does. It is like… umm… You cook at home, right?
Jill: Yeah. So?
Jack: Still, we often eat out the restaurants. Why?
Jack: *waits for it*
Jill: *sparks* You!!! *the chase begins*
There are Two Ways to
Make a Frozen Dream Come True.
One, Go for it. Or
As I Neared Her,
She Kept Moving Farther. Why?
She’s My Horizon.
I Am a Tad Dark and a Stroke of Light,
Shades of a Black and a Pinch of White.
I am Not Just One.
I Cannot Be Just One.
I Don’t Want To Be Just One.
I Want To Be Free.
Free To Be What I Want, When I Want.
Continue reading “A Little Bit of Everything”
The World Waved White Flag
As Soon As I Halted My
Ceaseless Fight Within.
She Had Always Been
What She Is Today.
She Had Always Been
What She Will Be Tomorrow.
She Had Been As Strong.
She Had Been As Kind.
She Had Been As Fiery.
She Had Been All Fine.
All This While.
Continue reading “She”
Figuring Out What
Life is All About In Fact,
Takes a Life At Least.
Surfacing From the Plains of Nothing
And Growing Into Mammoth Banyans,
Forcing My Fingers to Pen
What I May Be Shy To Otherwise.
I Wonder How With Each Verse
That It Comes To Life,
My Poem Shares Bits of Me
With The Other Poems.
Continue reading “My Poem Does Not Lie”
The Train of My Thoughts
Visits Stations Which Were Not
Part of the Planned Route.
Birds Didn’t Chirp Today
Nor Did Dew Drops Make Me Smile.
Just One of Those Days.