Secret Santa Ka Funda

So the lovely Indiblogeshwaris came up with a Secret Santa game of their own this year. Each blogger was asked to review a blog anonymously and provide honest feedback on what they thought of the blog they were assigned. And this secret would only be revealed on Christmas when the presents open so Shhh!

So I was assigned the wonderful Shaivi Sharma who blogs at Shaivi ka Funda. To begin with I thought that her blog was just so honest. Every post was like a sneak peak into her life, which is the true essence of blogging isn't it? She puts a piece of herself in her writing which instantly connects you to her and also inspires you to write something of your own. There is an alliteration in her name, so obviously her love for words is inevitable. 

Her blog is almost 2 and has won many accolades in the form of goodies for blog contests because of the sheer creativity and sincerity in the writing. 

Why you should head to her blog RIGHT NOW!

• Cause I am her Santa Secret Elf and I said so

• I love how there is a mixed bag that it has to offer. From Book Reviews, Travelogues, Food Recipes, Movies to the little bits from her personal life. She writes everything.

• She is super regular in her writing. Which I really admire because personally I can't sit myself down and write as often as 4-5 times a month. Her creativity is always on its toes ;)

• I think her blog is very vibrant. Light background and dark text, which is the perfect blend. I like people who have simple themes, soothing to the eyes.

• Her style of writing is engaging and personal which makes all her posts more interesting and catchy. 

• No draggy descriptions. I love how crisp and just the right length her posts are. There is no race to reach a 1000 word + mark.
• Her views and heartwarming stories make for a perfect companion when you want to snuggle in bed and read something nice.

I am glad I found her blog. And Shaivi I hope when you read this, it makes you smile. Keep Writing and Stay Awesome.

Merry Christmas. Ho Ho Ho.

Spoken Word

Sidenote: Obsession with Poetry is far from over. I am going to be a poet. Period. All of you who have not heard of Sarah Kay must die or just google her. She is brilliant and poetry is going to keep coming up in this space. Deal with it.

Her clothes are weary, 
Just like her eyes.
Hair messed and her weak smile only a disguise. 
She was lovely & then he left her

Is what they mouth every time she passes by

Only a shadow of what she used to be

So sad but she tries 

They don't know what happened

Maybe they were always fighting,

or maybe they never did

Maybe love left them

Or maybe they left love

Maybe her heart 

Now has a hole cut out in a shape 

That resembles him 

Maybe the words hurt, or just the quiet that kills

Maybe they didn't have what it took to love

Or maybe love took all they had

Her hair is messed up and her smile is weak

And each time she passes by

She was lovely and then he left her is what they speak

She is seen sitting on that park bench

Almost tracing where he would normally be

And as the sun kisses her arms

She feel his embrace

Wondering  if her unwavering belief would set things right

That maybe if she still believed his love is around her

She'll survive.

A mark sits on her finger

Where a ring used to be

They see her trying to hide it

But pryingly they see

Her is messed up and her smile is weak

And each time she passes by

She was lovely and he left her is what they speak

My favorite Sarah Kay video. Watch it!!!

Serendipity

She is holding her drink 

He thinks she's had enough

But she thinks otherwise

She puts his arms around him to say

That love is a butterfly

He smiles and whispers

Let's hold out our hand and let it settle then

And as those words leave his mouth

She feels a familiar twinge

An emotion she hadn't felt for a while

A memory, a night, a someone

Someone she knew so well but not quite

In a another part of the world

He is working hard

Addressing a crowd of peers

Who think he's out of his mind

And as he makes his parting speech

His eyes reach the lady who just opened the door

Something so familiar about her

That he can't ignore

She excuses her self for getting the wrong room

He just caught a glimpse but wasn't quite sure

He follows her out

Looking around he wonders if he'll see that familiar face

and when he turns he sees her

This time more closely

A little disappointment and an out of place smile

He gets back to work 

With her on his mind

Each day a small reminder

Made its way from unexpected places

A scent, a movie, a place, a thing

Little by little creeping in

The questions that usually linger

Now made a resounding sound

Why did it not work out?

How it all went down.

In a momentary moment of weakness

He picks up the phone

She too the dials the numbers

That she thought were long forgotten

And as they listen for the click

To feel the return of a familiarity

To listen to that voice

All they hear is a busy tone

Almost there, but not quite 

And reality draws them in

With a nonchalant smile 

They go back to being what they are

So close yet just as far.