Why Me God? Why Me…

I got so inspired by the following passage, I just had to share this with you all…
The one main reason being that, we all ask this question in midst of our problems ” Why Me God, Why Me? ” .. … Oh for sure I ask this question everytime I get stuck in the middle of a crisis. But probably this passage down teaches us not to question God’s purpose in our life.

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Why Me God? Why Me…..

Ashe was the first black player selected to the United States Davis Cup team and the only black man ever to win the singles title at Wimbledon, the US Open, and the Australian Open.

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He retired in 1980. He was ranked World No. 1 Arthur Robert Ashe Jr. (July 10, 1943 – February 6, 1993) was an American professional tennis player who won three Grand Slam titles.

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The legendary Wimbledon Player who was dying of AIDS , which he got due to Infected Blood he received during a Heart Surgery in 1983.

During his illness , he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed :

” Why did God have to select you for such a bad disease ? ”

To this Arthur Ashe replied :

  • 50 Million children started playing Tennis
  • 5 Million learnt to play Tennis
  • 500 000 learnt Professional Tennis
  • 50 Thousand came to Circuit
  • 5 Thousand reached Grand Slam
  • 50 reached Wimbledon
  • 4 reached the Semifinals
  • 2 reached the Finals and

When I was holding the cup in my hand , I never asked God :

” Why Me ? ”

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So now that I’m in pain how can I ask God :

” Why Me ? ”

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Lord you be my potter and let me be the clay, mould me and shape me….this is what I pray….


Long Lost Love

Dear fellow bloggers and readers, this poem is a collaboration effort with a dear friend and author Alien Poet

This is our third attempt at a collaborative poem together, the first one ‘The bountiful nature ’, the second ‘A letter from the battlefield‘  being welcomed and received so well by all. This time the topic was decided as ‘Mutual Break up’. Mutual or not breakups are tough. We have tried to reflect the pain and agony both the parties involved, goes through, in this poem. Hope you readers will like this collaboration too.


Long LostLove….A mutual breakup.


When there is nothing else to say,
I knew I could not ask you to stay,
This break up has been emotional and long,
But, don’t feel sorry, for you know I am strong.

Alien Poet:

Fate never wins over us,
Won the hurdles that hindered,
Some write stories to live,
We lived to write a story,
That to recite to our grandchildren.



Deep inside, somewhere it still hurt,
I guess we both knew we are growing apart,
When days went without your text,
Somewhere we knew what was coming next.

Alien Poet:

Remember, we not expected a cut,
What I am left without a heart,
I want to live with those memories,
Till you take another birth,
Let’s get hurt much like a tattoo,
To write to the world that we loved.


You were my heart and soul,
You always, made me happy and whole,
All things good comes to an end,
Even the most precious gift God send.


Good… Bad… Ugly

There are good days and bad days for all of us. And ugly we will deal later. Of course the day is not made good or bad…but probably how we feel that day makes the difference….


Some days are too good. You feel on top of the world on a cloud 9 kind of feeling. All the beautiful songs you have heard in your life are on your lips that day. You feel like shouting on top of your voice” I love you Life”. And you keep repeating to your self ” Life is so beautiful”. You ooze positive vibe and energy. And even if by chance your worst enemy comes in your way that day, you are in a mood to give them a hug and say ” Loosen up a bit friend for it’s a beautiful day”. Those are the best and most blessed days


But some days can be horrible….yes the day when others ask you whether you got up from the wrong side of your bed. Any thing can upset you on such days…every single damn word of others. Those are the days I shrink back into my safe zone shell….yes kind of the tortoise shell.. yup everything crawled inside….head….limps…everything. I would rather be with myself than with anyone else for company. Those are the days you feel empty, the days when you feel no one understands you. ” Why was I even born” we ask ourselves on such days . A kind of unexplained depression sets in you. It takes it’s own course to come out of these days. But we do ultimately that matters the most; isn’t it?

Oh ya…and those ugly days…it’s better left unsaid as it’s ugly…the least told the better… so let’s just leave it at that…
So, tell me what is it for you today? Good… Bad… Ugly

A Past is a Broken Diary

This post and poem happened because of a prompt casually thrown at me by my co – blogger at Pencliff and a dear friend Alien Poet. And his heading was  – A Past is a broken Diary.
His topic was challenging and interesting, and this is the end result of his topic, hope you enjoy it as much I enjoyed writing it. AP so here it goes:

A past is a broken Diary

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Words unspoken to others, written in you,
You were always my secret holder, in my view,
When the words of others hurt, I came to thy bosom,
And, you gave me peace untold, you became my phantom.

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Like a cloud I wandered around,
Over the cliff, the stream and the valley,
The heart in search of a soothing balm,
To ease the pain I endured in my past life.

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Life lived with vulnerable moments,
Guess the beginning itself was bad omens,
Is there anything I have left unsaid,
To the only solace of my life, you remain, I dread.

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The past is a broken diary, I felt,
A broken piece of music left in my soul,
Only a few could read my past, as a whole,
Only few had the key to the broken diary of my past, I felt.


Symphony Musings

Dear friends and fellow bloggers, I am delighted to give you all a collaboration work done with my dearest and most loving friend Shreya Jindal, her blog is a must visit as she writes the most beautiful poems and random thoughts, many times she has left me flabbergasted by her profound writing which is way beyond her age. Shreya it was a pleasure dear, doing this poem with you. You have always been a sport and support from my starting of the blog. And I value your friendship much more than words can say.

Without much more to say here is the poem we loved doing together. Shreya is marked in italics.

Symphony Musings

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Softly comes the hush of wind,
Binding me with the nature so kind,
Like the Daisy in full bloom,
I got out of my boring room.

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A homely zephyr kisses me off,
As I lay on the mountain, Atop.
Mimosa is in its full bloom
Just like himalyan plume.

Lightly, ever so lightly, the wind
Hummed a melodious tune in my mind,
And as I lay there on the mountain top,
I dream of a distant land full of hope.

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Buttercups handing down from every vine.
Making world seem pretty divide
And here I go making some rhyme
Come true O’ dream of mine.

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Lillies blooming as the moon watching,
While the darling humming birds fly in nectar searching,
Lovely daffodils dancing to the tune of wild breeze,
All these take me to a moment of ease among the trees.

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As the clock is marching forward,
Its time to be brave, you coward.
And so is the rain, divine and smooth
Make your dream a mere truth.

Colourless Hues

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Let me tell you a tale, oh ye who listen,
About a butterfly who sold her colours,
To fulfill her dreams, a dream she believed in,
The echo she created outlasted her breath.


But alas, what she did, drain her out of her charm,
For the world crushed her dreams like a dead flower,
The flower too looked drained and colourless,
Like her and her crushed dreams.


But the stream inside her mind,
Still sang a song for every tiny reason,
She found happiness in that tiny reason,
And that made her smile in every season.

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Among all the hues and cries, she thrived,
Among the dust and the ashes she rose,
If ever you see a butterfly without the colour,
Remember my friend this tale and her crushed dreams.

Awesome Impact Award


I would like to thank Piyush Choudhary  for nominating me for this award . He is a friend a very good writer and coauthor at Pencliff. He is an absolute delight to read and his blog deals with positive energy and how to deal with almost all factors concerning with human emotions. His knowledge and the research he does before he submits his work in the blog is appreciable. He has taken tremendous efforts to pass on the beneficiary way of living to the public. Please read all his motivating posts.

I should appreciate his gentle persuasion and patience which led me to accept this award, as you can see throughout this blog, there wouldn’t be any other award mentioning post at all as I don’t believe in awards much at least in this platform.

The Rules:

Tag the person who nominated you.Take “The Awesome Impact Award” picture and add that in your post.Talk about an incident that impacted your life in a really positive way. Nominate other awesome bloggers for this award.

An incident that impacted my life in a positive way.

I was going through a low patch in my life last 2 years due to some personal struggles and even a few health issues. Actually I had this habit of scribbling down my emotions in the form of poem and small prose kind of jotting down, but never stored up nothing much, that is when I come across the world of blogging online. I am a very private person and have successfully restricted myself from any kind of social media platforms except WordPress. So it took some persuasion and encouragement from my Darling sibling to enter into this platform.
And let me tell you, that was the right and the best decision I made on 14th dec 2017.
Event though I am relatively new to this blogging and only 9 months old, compared to many of you, who have been here for quite a number of years, I was welcomed with wide open arms by all of you. And I have been always encouraged and appreciated by you readers in every writing I posted, irrespective of it being my poems, short stories, crime series, random thoughts and even my craziest of jotting downs. I gained so many friends and friendships these past 9 months in this platform. I thank each one of you my 353 followers  from the bottom of my heart for all the love and support. And I have been motivated and impressed by many of your writing as well. I especially thank Piyush in this occasion for nudging me to do this. Thanks pal and sorry for the delay.
I think blogging has done wonders to me and can be counted as an incident that impacted my life in a positive way.

My nominees are :

1. Shreya Jindal

2. Kurian

3. MSP

4. Rainyshadows

5. Anamika