Words.

Sometimes, you stumble upon a bunch of words and they somehow hit you differently. You feel an inexpressible rush of emotion because those words mean something different to you just because you can perfectly relate them to your life.  It’s like you find solace in those words, it’s like some long lost friend has finally returned. To others, those may be simple but to you, they have a meaning that no one, not even you can explain.
Isn’t this so beautiful? It’s like some thread that binds together minds of people through words. As it is said, words are definitely the most inexhaustible source of magic.
I often ponder upon the fact that how can a few short sentences have the power to influence your thinking process.  Its just that you feel so nice when you realise that people have similar thoughts, similar emotions. Maybe that is what connects the dots among people and maybe that is what makes the world a well knit fabric intertwined with different people.
When someone writes something, it does not belong to the author alone. It belongs more than anyone else to the readers who experience that it has somehow struck a chord with them. An invisible connection is created between millions of minds as the reader embarks upon the journey to venture through the inner heart of hearts of the author. I mean, daffodils were never given much attention before a poet like Wordsworth looked at them.
This speaks of the power which words possess. And at the end of the day, this is what you call wording the feeling.
~Mugdha Deshpande

Through the tunnel


A metaphorical poem telling you to believe in the fact that what you are facing at this moment is not going to last for a long time. Always think of the day when you will finally find the end to the tunnel that you have been travelling through. Fill yourself with the light that will shine when the tunnel opens up..
Let it run through your veins, let it fill your heart, let it be mirrored in your eyes.
Then, take a deep breath and keep on moving in pursuit of the light you have just imagined. You’ll find it waiting right there for you.
Read on!

Through the tunnel


You are a happy person enjoying life,
You don’t worry about grief or strife,
You go on on life’s happy road,
Admiring flowers as they come aboard.

Riding happily in nature’s lap,
You follow your own wild map,
Assured as you are that nothing can stop you,
You admire each place and even stop at a few.

And then suddenly out of the blue,
There comes a big tunnel that startles you.
You stop in your tracks wondering what to do,
Because you know that this path is traversed by few.

Most of them turn back at the sight,
But you, you think that you have got some might.
In a dual mind you finally decide,
To step into the tunnel, but at a steady stride.

With the first step inside,
Darkness envelops you from all sides
You get scared but you don’t want to admit,
You want the tunnel to end but you keep going through it.

With no lamp, no light at your hand,
It’s just the black rocks, soil and sand.
You somehow figure your way,
Assuring yourself that you’ll see the light of the day.

Once or twice, a thought strikes you,
What if this tunnel had no opening you knew?
But then, you remember words that say,
However dark it is, there’s always a way.

There might not be any light for you,
But a light has been ignited inside you.
With this, in mind you keep on going,
Now there’s no turning back, no stopping.

Then, suddenly, you see a light,
It’s dazzling, beautiful, blinding and bright.
You break into a run and dash towards it,
You bathe in it and savour it to the hilt.

You’re so glad that the tunnel is over,
Feeling dazed, you sit under a nearby bower.
There are pretty flowers all around,
There are tiny butterflies circling round.

You remember those times when you thought you couldn’t,
All those times when your mind just wouldn’t
Then you breathe completely, like a free person,
And you laugh delightedly, along with the sun.

~Mugdha Deshpande

The starry night

That day, everything just had to go against my mind. At the end of the day, I was a frustrated person snapping at everyone for no logical reason. I decided to walk into the gallery to get some fresh air. The city lights sprawled in front, with the skies spread above. There was coolness in the air. Somewhere I could faintly smell the aroma of a nocturnal flower. As I began to take a closer look at all this, my mind somehow managed to calm down a bit. But the real impact was when I turned my eyes skywards. It was as if a whole new world had opened up there, a world of which most people including me, were oblivious of.
The stars twinkled beautifully, it was as if sequins were spread across a vast expanse.
This spectacle enthralled me and I was automatically compelled to think beyond. As I stood there, my thoughts travelled from the fact that in this ever expanding cosmos, we humans were so busy with our own self that we didn’t have time to discover more. ‘Look at me,’ I thought. ‘Making unnecessary mountains out of mole hills.’ Small problems become colossal ones only when our mind decides that they should. Here I was stuck up with my own problems, revolving in the same circle, round and round, without even making an attempt to go any further. I began to think of all the people who wore a smile, inspire of facing real challenges. With my eyes on the stars, I realised that they somehow had said something that couldn’t be fitted into words. I smiled. Perhaps, sometimes you need something beyond words to make you realise your mistake. As the cool air swept over me, I remembered reading a quote somewhere, ‘If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.’ At that point in time, I couldn’t agree more. As I stepped indoors, I realised that I hadn’t got direct solutions to all my questions, but I certainly felt much better. My bad day had long been forgotten. As I closed my eyes that night, the dazzling sight of the sky seemed to have been etched in my mind and without a further thought, I rolled over and fell asleep.
~ Mugdha Deshpande

Happiness

A word due to which
the world practically thrives,
That which holds immense power to eliminate sorrows and strife.
They know it by the name of happiness..
As something that can overcome all the distress.
It lies in front of you,
And yet, its hard to find..
To seek what you call bliss,
You need nothing but a positive mind.
Many search for it, but
only a few actually create it..

Happiness..
It resides in simple things..
In the aroma of the soil after the rains,
In the cream on your coffee,
In the melody of your favourite song,
In the flower that blooms in your garden,
In the pages of a new book,
In the flight of a bird,
In the sky that paints itself at sunset,
In the fluffy white clouds and in the tiny wild flowers,
In the splash of paints, in the moody doodles.
Even inside your messy wardrobe,
Inside the pictures in your room,
Happiness accommodates itself,
And drives away the gloom.

Happiness..
It finds every nook and cranny of this world to make it its abode..
Happiness builds doors for us,
Doors that are meant to opened for discovering the beauty of life..
And what do we do?
We slam every door, we close it on its face,
And then keep on complaining that we are trapped inside..
Just think,
If you throw open the doors to happiness,
If you cross the threshold and enter into the world on the other side,
You can find what you were searching for
You can find happiness – right there- waiting for you to savour it to the hilt..

~ Mugdha Deshpande

Choice.

Choice. That one word which creates diversity in the world. Each person in this world has a different choice. No two persons have the exactly same choices. Isn’t this a beautiful thing? But quite often this beautiful thing is the cause of conflict among people. It is human nature to think that the person in front of us must have the same opinion as we do. And if that person doesn’t have the similar view, one begins to question the reason for their choice. In this world, each one has a choice for a reason. Behind every seemingly absurd choice, there is always a determined reason in the mind of a person.
Everywhere around you there are so many colours, so many different shades, millions of hues. No one ever questions the way they are, instead each one admires them as a mesmerizing riot of colours. No one compels them to be the same. Instead every enchanted onlooker is appreciative of their contrasting shades. Why doesn’t this thought apply to people? Why does one have to question the choices of people?
Everyone cannot have the same opinion. Everyone cannot find the same thing appealing. Everyone cannot be the same. The world just needs to be full of distinct people. The world just needs to be vivid and vibrant to be beautiful.
~Mugdha Deshpande

Lotus

This poem is a monologue of the lotus flower..a flower that blooms through mud. When you look at the lotus through a poetic angle, it seems so closely related to human life..so read on!

You may bury me under the dirt,
You may cover me up with mud,
You may not give me enough to grow
And yet, I will bloom
It is difficult, no doubt,
To rise from the mud
To bloom for hope..to awaken
But above all those tough times,
I see the light of the dawn on the horizon..
And I wake up to feel that light.
I hear a hundred dissuading calls,
All urging me to stop,
But there is a fire ignited,
Deep in my heart.
And I go on to quieten that fire..
And then when I finally see those pure sun rays,
After overcoming all the hurdles
I spread my petals,
I gather the sunlight,
And bask in the pleasant morning glory..
And then I feel proud of myself
For having given a tough fight..
Its easy to fall back,
To let the mud cover you up..
It is very easy to give up
And turn your back
But it takes every ounce of courage
To face it, to deal with it
And not let it be the better of you..
It takes every bit of determination
To stay put, to fight back,
To come up..and to rise.
~Mugdha Deshpande

Sonder- The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own

‘Sonder’ – A beautiful word coined by John Koenig

Quite often, we think about our own life..about the ups and downs
About the smiles and frowns
Each one of us marvels at the vivid life we live..
Our mind revolves around our own self..
My strengths, my weaknesses, my struggles, my achievements, my hobbies are the thoughts that dominate our mind. Quite often we are so wrapped up in our own world that we forget the fact that each one has a hike on the road of life. Realization of fact is called sonder.
In reality each and every person of this world feels and lives a complex life just like you feel you do. Every one has their own struggles, challenges and obstacles.
Every passerby, every person who smiled at you from the morning has his own difficulties.
And yet we smile, we laugh over frowns. That is because somewhere deep down a tiny ray of hope stays illuminated that we can learn to gloss over the insignificant things we call as colossal problems.
‘I am facing this obstacle just because I have the ability to fight my way through it’ is a beautiful thought that propels us to keep on paving the way of success.
But in the end, some people make mountains out of mole hills and keep going on and on about their troubles.
Some just accept everything with a smile and say that ‘life- it has so much more to enjoy.. Inspite of all the imperfections, life is yet so beautiful.’
~Mugdha Deshpande

The wabi-sabi way

Wabi-sabi (Japanese)
The discovery of beauty within the imperfections of life..

We humans consider ourselves to be some kind of superior species. We just want everything we crave for. Somewhere in the mind’s eye, each one of us is busy drawing a picture perfect scene of what we want our life to be.
We look at this picture every single morning, strive hard for it and at the end of that day whenever we somewhat achieve the task of painting that picture into reality, we begin to find faults in it.
‘My picture is imperfect’, is that one thought which dominates the mind.
The art of finding imperfections in life is one of the arts possessed by every single human.
But the art of seeing the beauty of being an imperfectionist is possessed by a handful few who accept the fact that no one is perfect. In reality, each one of us is imperfect in some or the other way. But you know, there is beauty in an imperfect life.
You can enjoy being the unique mess you are.
Instead of running behind what is never going to be yours, you can live the way you are. You stop comparing yourself with others, you stop criticizing yourself and start to live life to its hilt. No one can be perfect, no one is perfect.
Once one realizes this thing, one begins to find beauty in everything. And this is what you call wabi-sabi.

~Mugdha Deshpande

Where the sky meets the sea..

The sun woke up stretching its wide arms.
It spread its shine on the sea sprawled beneath. The pure rays of the rising sun fell onto the waves, blending them with a golden aura..
The waters of the sea sparkled, and the sea too woke up for a new day.. The waves gently caressed the shore, with their familiar noise that sounded so much like a melody..
As the waters mirrored the sky above, it gave the feeling that the sky itself had materialised on the Earth..
The clouds broke apart to give way to the sun
with a riot of colours, and a confluence hues.
I stood there, transfixed and awestruck,
as I feasted my eyes upon this magical sight.
The unfathomable sea stretched before me and my eyes traveled as far as they could..
As I treaded sofly on the sand, I realised that we were so small in front of this..
What if we just leave our desire to be the supreme and instead blend into the beauty of creation?
We too can have a place, not by being superior than nature, but by being a part of it..
You know, there is nothing wrong in being small, instead it changes your outlook in a positive way..
Just as the rays of the sun blended with the sea water thereby creating a sight nothing short of heaven, we too should become one with the earth instead of trying to prove our might against a creation that is thousandfold superior than what we are..
And then we can realise the true meaning of what is called beauty in being small.

~Mugdha Deshpande

The Evergreen Diadem

It stood shining in the early summer sun,
Tall and mighty and yet so beautiful
That tree with all its leaves sprawled,
Was simply a sight to behold..
Its old trunk bore no sign of its age,
It looked as if it had a got a new life,
With a pleasant smile, it embraced the warmth..
Winter came with a chilly eye,
Cold sank down everywhere you could spy,
But that tree- it did not hide
It just stood there as always..
Even with all the snow around,
One could find solace looking at the tree
It still looked beautiful,
Covered delicately with snow,
With a pleasant smile, it embraced the frost..
Fall arrived in full splendour,
With a splash of yellow and a tinge of red,
That tree enchanted each of its onlookers
With a riot of colours and a confluence of hues,
The tree stood there firm, yet gentle
Serene yet happy..
With an impeccable tiara of colourful leaves,
With shades of foliage,
It was a visual treat
It was brimming with an aura that could fill you with warmth,
And with a pleasant smile, it embraced the fall..
I then pondered..
This tree remained just as it was in every single situation..
It stood rooted to the spot,
It let the winds blow,
It let the snow fall..
Without uttering a word of complain,
It looked beautiful..
It forgot the past,
Accepted the future..
Moved on with the world,
Without glancing backward..
It may not be green forever, 
But yet you could call it evergreen,
‘Cause it basked in the sunlight and bathed in the snow with the same happy face.
What if each one of us moved on..
Leaving all turmoil, washing all scars
What if all of us lived a new day everyday..
What if all of us- like that tree- had a different crown to wear for every single day..
Life would definitely bloom with colors,
With fragrance and bliss..
Everyone would enjoy life to its hilt,
If and only if we lived the day..

~Mugdha Deshpande