The bare night

I leaned from the balcony,

into the open sky

my eyes took in the dusty night

that was dotted with faraway lights

something was amiss i thought out loud

the stars are there and so is the moon

and the wind is still howling like a loon

then why does it feel so empty and devoid

maybe ’tis my heart searching for something to fill its own void

a veil of dust is spread across, it has stolen the starry light

and left the night bare to moan in its own skies.

-Ayesha Aggarwal

Still I Rise…

Bonjour tout la monde! I woke up with an unusually peaceful mind today so I thought I’d share some of that peace with y’all through one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite authoress.

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou
 Amen to that!
Here’s hoping to a great day ahead!
Au revoir


Good evening charming people of the internet! Finally i made the effort to rise up,shake off the cobwebs that had formed around my bed and finally open my laptop.After two weeks of an eating and sleeping marathon, i’m back to my normal human self.

Today i finally got the chance to watch ‘Bucket-List’, though i missed the ending, but i’m assuming it was a neat one with everyone getting whatever it was that they needed.

This makes me think aren’t we humans big fans of happy endings, when everything falls into place, smiles all around, and why shouldn’t we be? everybody wants to be happy, everyone wants that their lives be neat, no loose strings hanging about.

But the bitter truth is that we can never have a perfect bow on our lives, there would always be some strings that escape our grasp or some strings that are simply too tangled up to be sorted.This is life and despite what the movies tell us, we don’t have happy endings , i know it sounds gloomy, it is when you first take in the idea, but if we really think about it logically, it’s true, life goes on and we go on with it, we are continually facing new problems, dealing with new situations , meeting new people going to new places,in a nutshell life is a constant flux of new experiences.We have to let go of the strings we can’t tie, we gotta love our twisted unkempt bow,because that’s as good as we are going to get.


I’ll leave you with these thoughts

Au revoir for now


The battle II

With the quivering of your hands,

You push open the door,

And your eyes behold a scene so forlorn.

The door has closed.

There is no running away,

You must face the battle and save the day.

You know nary of courage or strength.

You say to yourself,

“I am but a leaf, a speck”,

What mighty things could I possibly slay?

Look around and see,

The place where you stand,

A place where most even fear to tread.

Though with trembling legs and hands,

You have given yourself a chance.

Do not speak little of your heart,

It can take down the gravest of fears apart.

You call yourself a leaf then why must,

Your fear for the wind run so deep?

The wind is what will make you fly,

Will take you to heights that you never even dreamed.

Learn to embrace it, welcome this howling demon,

And then you will feel it quietening down,

Your courage will make it weaker,

Your faith will make it quieter,

And at last it will disappear.

And in the rains of victory,

Your fears will be washed away.


The battle I

When you can hear the distant rumble of sorrow,

And you see the skies darken.

You find yourself being engulfed,

In a quietness that haunts every corner.

And you want to cry and run,

But you fear that your tears,

Will break the silence of the storm;

And unleash the hell that you run from.

You roam in search of a place to hide,

A place to shelter your tired mind.

And to find a corner where you can cower,

Cover your ears and your eyes.

The wind begins to howl,

You hear it calling your name.

You can see the trees wail in its wake,

Rustling up the leaves and stones.

Hear, they come knocking at your door.

In this cacophony of noises,

The only familiar sound is the one,

Of your heart beating out loud.

You hear its echoes in the solitary confines

Listen to what it says, it’s time for you to rise.

Your words stuck in your throat,

Your fingers clenched in a fist,

You step outside and challenge the wind.



We laughed together, we cried together,

we stood by each other,

through the rough weather.

we had our differences, we have our affections,

and nothing else could be closer to perfection.

we danced we sang and now the parting,

is causing in our hearts a pang.

For nothing dearer could ever be,

as cherished as these memories.

The eyes are red and the hearts broken,

and now we part with these tokens  .



When you feel the sky is falling down,

And there is nowhere left that you can go.

When you feel the walls closing in,

And the stars appearing out of reach.

It is in times like these that you must look within.

That is where your strength resides,

Hidden from the world,

And unknown to thine self;

For how could you have ever known?

The strength of your own strength.

Does a star ever know how bright it can burn?

When it is finally reaching its end.

Does a note know of its power,

To break the deepest of silence?





Wonderland I dream of you,

I dream of you when i have got nothing to do,

when there is so much to do but not enough hours,

I dream of you caught behind the intangible bars,

when my heart is heavy and my tears light,

I dream of you when this world is deep in plight,

Wonderland you are everything one could want,

like a garden in spring ,

or a wood in fall,

I dream of you sitting by my window sill,

of your heavenly breezes making me stand still,

I dream of you when the world is falling around me,

When I dream of you i dream that i am free.



Away from the city and home…

If I could drive a thousand miles

away from the city and home

I’d reach a place where the starry sky

is not veiled by a staged glow

I’d sleep under the heavenly blanket

with the soft grass under my head

and wake with the chirpin’ birds

and the morning dew on my hands

away from the city and home

a place where I can finally breathe

and heave a sigh of relief

the horns no longer bleed my ears

nor do the people make me moan

out here away from the city and home

is a place where I can finally be on my own.

-Ayesha Aggarwal



I realised something today, the reason the world is in so much trouble and pain and is suffocating with so many problems is because people just don’t care.They seriously don’t give a shit(excluding the ones who are busting their derrieres to set things right).People will talk about all the irrelevant, shitty, banal, trivial stupid things, gossip on end about every kind of person for no particular reason.I mean seriously are they right in their heads?? I honestly am gobsmacked at the level of shit people can talk about constantly all day long!! wonder what keeps them going?And they actually enjoy it!!!(Seriously???)

I mean for once can anyone talk about stuff that is actually important! would it kill anyone to spare some time to focus on the important things? And the language people use!! thank god Shakespeare is not alive today poor guy would probably be rolling in his grave if he knew half of the words spoken by people today!!

People comment on everyone for the tiniest of reasons, and every time I notice this I feel like going up to that person and saying “Hey do me a favour and look in the effing mirror for once”.

AArghhhhhhh!! I am just so frustrated. What is this world coming to?? I find it so hard to come across emotions like empathy, compassion and kindness.Where did the good old days go?? when people used to meet and discuss the weather, the contemporary happenings etc. A time when people used to actually talk! I think people need to be taught the definition of the word “talk”. Well let me help them get started:

speak in order to give information or express ideas or feelings; converse or communicate by spoken words.
I end this post by praying that the world becomes a better place and people come to their senses.
Au revoir


I saw the world through rose-tinted glasses

till I saw people being mean

I thought that the world was happy and joyous

till I found people hurt each other

I assumed that the world was green and healthy

till I saw mother nature crying for help

I believed that the world was just

till I saw people discriminate

I hoped that the world was one

till I stumbled on the borders

but I knew that humanity existed

till I saw people kill each other

and now I no longer know ,

what to believe,think or hope

cause at a time like this

my faith is shaken and my hope shattered

with misery,fear and drudgery abundant,

I confess that I don’t know a thing about living in heaven

but I sure do know a lot about living in hell.

– Ayesha

P.S. My heart goes out to the people of this world.


I stare at the barren walls

Looking for answers to questions

Still unknown to me

Perhaps tis to fill the emptiness

Inside my heart

That desires things

still unknown to me

A familiar ache troubles me

It comes up now and then

It’s reason though I’m sad to say is

Still unknown to me

I fill this emptiness with the

Superfluous things this world offers

But nothing ever fits the hole

They are merely distractions

For my eyes and heart are still searching for things

Still unknown to me.

Perhaps I can only dream and be happy

That the piece to this puzzle is somewhere out there

It’s existence though still unknown to me.



That’s the power of literature…in the midst of chaos it makes you see beauty.You could be sitting in a room full of the most ignorant and despised people in the world…yet somehow a line,a word can make all the difference.

You could be smiling to yourself trying to supress your laughter over the antics of jeeves and wooster while your co workers are busy indulging in petty talk and boring you to hell,or you could be riding along ivanhoe through the harrowed woods of yore.

Literature is that emergency escape door that you always find yourself heading for when things go south and there is nothing you can do to stop them, or when there is nothing you want to do…

It is a temporary exile for the delusional, the rebels, the mavericks and the dreamers, who know and believe that there is more to this world than trivial pursuits enticed by mediocre longings , who dare to expose their hearts to the brutalities of this world rather than covering it up with a mantle of banality and threadbareness, whose hearts quiver by the acquaintance of a well written prose, a beautiful line or even the perfect word.