Forget Me Not

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Hey Guys,

First of all, let me thank you all for the mails (via the mail widget and direct). I know I have been rather AWOL.

Well, life is running at a rate faster than I can keep up with and I need all my energy to make the most of it. Also, I don’t want to blog with only half my heart in it. Moreover, I would be SOOO unfair if I just keep writing without visiting you (I am really caught up right now)..


So, please bear with me one last time.


I promise to be back with lots of new stuff, new format, new way of writing and much more with the New Year.

Yes. Look forward to this blog rising again on January 1st, 2011. That is the deadline I have given myself to get everything on track.


till, then, try to remember me sometimes.


feel free to mail me here – I will reply.


shadowy.blogger@gmail.com

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The Darklings

Thursday, May 13, 2010



Angry, the wind howled
I chose the frosty moonbeam, over
the raging fire, blessed by hell
my own twin flame

Banished in death,
I wandered the weathered land
Chained, cursed by your love
as dark as my sinful soul

My heart denounced me
tormented, by your betrayed eyes
Guilt ruled by the day,
reigned, mauled me by the night

Lonely, I treaded the moor
paralysed with the avenging ice
Devil didn’t claim me, my love
He knew without me, you can’t die

So here I am, watching you wither
with the pain that I gifted
Your dark eyes burn with passion
made sweet by maddening hatred

I stand by the heath
tired, soaked, shivering
near your window,
out in the blinding rain

I came home to you, torn
by the merciless wind.
Hold me in your arms forever,
Please let me in.

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© 2008 by Chhaya. All rights reserved

PS: Those who have read the "Wuthering Heights" will know that this poem is a dedication to Heathcliff and Catherine. For me, they define the word "Soul-mate".

I am re-posting this poem as most of my current readers have not read it... its always kind of embarrassing to read something you wrote years ago... but its one of my favourite.. so here goes :)

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Summer Night

Thursday, May 6, 2010


The cotton t-shirt sticks to my back like a second skin. The heat is almost unbearable. Slightest hint of a breeze gives me goose bumps... making me feel alive, even for that fraction of a second. Like love. Ever been in love with someone who didn’t even know that you existed? Waiting for that one look, waiting for that one time when they would actually have a notion about your true feelings?


Just an observation.... before you jump to conclusions.

Being a writer has its perks... and at the same time, you are living 24x7 with a mind that simply won’t stop. Talking to you in your head. Making you look for undercurrents in relationships... and warning you of dangers that might exist just in your head.


And not to forget being judged when you write about the dark abyss of human mind. People wondering if you are a raging lunatic. Getting unwanted sympathies when you try to explore the realms of heartbreaks and what makes us hurt the people we care the most for...


Words and characters dance around in my head while I watch the city rush past. My fear of heights under control as I sit in the dark, perched on the banister of the nth floor. The roads are flooded with lights. somehow looking more alive in the night than it does during the day.


I think about the last two stories still floating around in my head... and I wonder... why do happy endings seem incomplete to me?


Is this the reason I haven’t been able to write them down?

they say things always become happy in the end... but do they?

Does a fairytale princess wake up one morning to realize that she didn’t actually intend to live in the castle. Or be a princess. Or be with Prince Charming?

What if all she wanted was to roam the moor...


what if she didn’t want to have pearls on her neck?


What if she wanted to go barefoot...


What if she didn’t like glass slippers?

Will the story still be worth telling? Or even more so?

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©2010 by Chhaya. All Rights Reserved


PS: as usual, I request you to read it as just a piece of writing. the image is googled.

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