the word ‘shopping’frightens me

and all they say,shopping heals

to me,i get creeps.

i go,roam years and years.

same place,simplest things.

and,i am too pre-occupied.

i do not pick up things.

i go,roam years and years.

same place,simplest things.

i do not know what i do.

do i talk with the things.

do they talk back with me.

is there a world between two of us,

which we live,at first.

we love in pieces,joints.

we cry,

we throw fit when something comes in between us.

i go,roam years and years.

same place,simplest things.

and,i am too pre-occupied.

i do not pick up things.

 

and,one day.

i kneel on my knee,

propose to that one,very some thing.

 

and,lovingly bring it home with me.

 

i do not call this ‘shopping’.

we love in pieces,joints.

we cry,

we throw fit when something comes in between us.

 

those smallest of small things,

 

people call,shopping

i fall back,only on myself

there is nothing like,myself for me.

Mine.

 

there are things,

which like me,

just need me.

there has to be me,

for me.

because end of the day,

i live with me,

and there is a high,

in acknowledging this to me..

रंग भी देखा, रूप भी देखा
रस्ता, मंजिल, साहिल, महफ़िल
कोई नहीं है ऐसा, तेरा साथ है जैसा
मेरी आँखों ने चुना है…तुझको, दुनिया देखकर !

 

 

basically,what sells?

frankly speaking,it is all very complex.

and complicating the complex is my USP.

being a woman and that too at that a frugal woman who loves her perfection and  her craziness,i really do not actually understand what sells and in the day to day life, if i can keep a decent life style-do i actually need to worry about selling,the figures and all that?

i am clue less.

i love toiling on day to day bases,but ask me figures. i am like, “doesn’t bother me”.

and to me, life is beautiful away from the mad figure crunching.

i would rather prefer,Kit Kat any day.

 

 

उम्र के इत्मिनान में

And that makes sense entirely to me, the roads which i have left behind me.

उम्र के इत्मिनान में ,

बहुत संभल कर उतर रही हूँ,
कुछ सम्बल हैं,
वक्तव्य हैं,
और मैं हूँ,
अब सोचती हूँ,
क्या सोचती हूँ,
पर, यह काफी है,
सोचती हूँ!
मैं ढल रही हूँ,
परिपक्वता के
सांचे में।
शायद?