Life

Life is a melody of notes high and low,
Life is a symphony of happiness and sorrow.
Life is a book; each day is a new page,
Life is a story, that transitions with age.
Life is small, like a wild violet flower,
Life is vast, like a lush green bower.
Life is like a drive along the countryside,
Where every person has his own different ride.
At times, life is a dull rainy morn,
At times life makes you feel forlorn.
Sometimes life is bathed in dazzling sunshine,
Sometimes, life just needs some more time.
Life is the blood that gushes through veins,
Life is a horse having its own reins.
Life is a tree; leaves are shed and grown,
Life, it gives everyone a different crown.
Life is a river, where deep thoughts run,
Life is something that loves to have fun.
Life is an opportunity that has knocked your door,
Do make the most of it, right from your inner core.

~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

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

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

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

Caged

Today evening as I sat in my window,
Watching the empty streets,

listening to the sound of silence;
I suddenly heard a merry voice-
“Hey there! Feeling caged?”
Startled, I turned to the voice and saw a parrot,

calling happily.
I sighed happily, “ Yes perhaps, it has changed a lot.
My fantasies have met dead ends,

my dreams of enjoyment have shattered,
and here I am, trapped in my own cage.”
The parrot smiled- it literally did- and said:
“When you humans cage us not in our

but in your strange homes,
We feel helpless, desperate and yet, we can do nothing..
A mere puppet of your hands,

unable to spread our wings,
unable to fly..
When freedom turns its back on us,

Life becomes a confinement.”
“Today, when I see you,” I said,

“Spreading your wings more freely than usual,
the setting sun cradling you in its arms,
the colourful evening sky, encouraging you to dance..
I am envious of you dear small bird,
Pray, tell me how can I be one of you?”
Laughing, the small bird said,
“It has indeed changed a lot,

you enjoyed your life now we are enjoying ours.
This time I see you from the other side of the cage,
You are trapped instead of me, and now for once,

you are feeling our pain..
But in these trying times, you should not lose heart,
Do not keep crying, make the best of the hour..
For after every stormy night, there is a bright sunny day,
For after every dark tunnel,
there is an opening coming your way..”
With this, the parrot took off,
I marveled his stunning flight,
His message struck a chord with me
And I resolved that I would follow it with all my might..

-Mugdha Deshpande

This poem is for all those people who were longing to go out of their homes and could not, due to the Covid-19 pandemic. #LockdownPoems

The Evergreen

As I sat home..the other day
It just struck me that it was just humans who were locked up..Nature remained as it was..evergreen as always
The flowers still bloomed..vibrant and tender..
They still danced with the sun..
They still sang with the wind..
The wild was still bustling with life..
Carefree and unhampered
The leaves still blossomed unaware of the troubles of the human world..
The trees continued to sway with the breeze..They still wore the crown of leaves
The mountains too stood mighty and tall
They did not hide or fall
The waves still caressed the shore..
The marine life was still enchanting
The river still flowed..calm and serene
As if it was telling everyone to remain strong..
Waterfalls were still milk white..
Dancing with tiny drops..refreshing and cool
The clouds still had their own different hues..
At times a fiery red
At times fluffy white..
The sun still rose.. everyday with a new stance
Everything in nature was just as it was..
It did not change at all..
All paths were empty..no people to tread on them
Nature was there with no one to discover it..
I then realized that we need nature, but it can do perfectly well without us..
And so It is we humans who can be locked up..nature is forever free!
~Mugdha Deshpande

#Poetry

Family

There are some things which words fail to express..Family is one of them.
A family is a birthplace of selfless love.
It is the abode of trust and care..
A family is the emotional birthplace of every individual.
Being a rich brocade fabric it is interwoven with something more than mere gold..
It is your first and most priceless possession..something that is always yours..
Something that is there for you any time and every time..
Something that doubles your happiness and halves your sorrows..
And hence,
A family is a shiny diamond in the diadem of life..

~Mugdha Deshpande

Hope..the fuel that propels each soul..

Heaven- A place that can be found if you know where to look..

Heaven

Beyond all misery and confusion,
There lies a serene place..
Known to us..yet unknown
‘Heaven’ we call it..
Many crave for it, others yearn for it
Some actually search for it throughout their lives
Everyone looks up to it..
To a place that is the impeccable epitome of solitude..
But just for once, try looking for this place..
Neither in the ground, nor in the clouds
Once you look around you, you’ll realise..
That you were searching for something you already possess..
Heaven..it is there everywhere..
In the pure rays of the morning sun,
In the rustling of leaves, in the chirping of birds..
In a tiny drop of morning dew,
In the smile of a child,
In a soul that cares..
In a hand that helps..
It is there in a breath of fresh air..
Heaven is there even in a tiny seedling that fights its way through the soil..
In the smell of the mud after the first rains..
In the pages of a book..
In the comfort of your home..
In the star filled sky..
Heaven is there..waiting for you to discover it
But you just need to look at it with the right eye..
And once you are struck by the gravity of the heaven that you have found..
You will no doubt have to accept
That.. Heaven lives where a heart is found..

-Mugdha Deshpande

The light that never fades..

Our place in the puzzle..

There once was a puzzle..
A puzzle like none before
You could not start solving it neither could you complete it..
There were thousands and thousands of pieces..
Each one of a different shape..
No two pieces resembled each other,
And yet they fitted in well..
Even if one piece was missing, the puzzle was incomplete..
So each piece mattered..however small it was..
Aren't humans like a single piece?
Each one is unique..each one different
And yet..
Together we fit in the same frame of the puzzle..
And make the world something beautiful..
Make the earth bloom with life..
Maybe that's life.. A confluence of various entities..
Entities who create a grand symphony..
So, this puzzle of the universe..
Is full of assorted individuals..
All of whom fit in by themselves..
Just because they have a distinct 'place in the puzzle'..
Just because they reserve one by being born..
Just because they are a part of this  universe..
~Mugdha Deshpande

Poems

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings, it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility..

-William Wordsworth

Hope..the fuel that propels each soul..

Heaven- A place that can be found if you know where to look..

Heaven..

Beyond all misery and confusion,
There lies a serene place..
Known to us..yet unknown
‘Heaven’ we call it..
Many crave for it, others yearn for it
Some actually search for it throughout their lives
Everyone looks up to it..
To a place that is the impeccable epitome of solitude..
But just for once, try looking for this place..
Neither in the ground, nor in the clouds
Once you look around you, you’ll realise..
That you were searching for something you already possess..
Heaven..it is there everywhere..
In the pure rays of the morning sun,
In the rustling of leaves, in the chirping of birds..
In a tiny drop of morning dew,
In the smile of a child,
In a soul that cares..
In a hand that helps..
It is there in a breath of fresh air..
Heaven is there even in a tiny seedling that fights its way through the soil..
In the smell of the mud after the first rains..
In the pages of a book..
In the comfort of your home..
In the star filled sky..
Heaven is there..waiting for you to discover it
But you just need to look at it with the right eye..
And once you are struck by the gravity of the heaven that you have found..
You will no doubt have to accept
That.. Heaven lives where a heart is found..

-Mugdha Deshpande

The light that can never fade..

That dark cloud

This is a metaphorical poem which compares problems faced by us to a dark stormy cloud..

A problem has always got something to teach you..

When the dark cloud, full of gloom overpowers you,
And you begin to feel sepulchral,
When this cloud bursts and pours its rain,
You feel as if you are not special.

And then you start to question why 
You are the epicentre of this rain,
You begin to feel as if there's some sin you've done,
Hence you are subjected to this pain.

Then further this rain grows vociferous,
And manifests into a storm,
Yet you ought to keep going,
The weather will surely transform.

Alone as you might be,
Your faithful umbrella lost,
It is you who has to finally 
Cross the hail and frost..

Just follow the path of your heart,
With a golden hope in mind,
That the storm will surely quieten,
It would be left behind.

Then once you've crossed this odyssey,
And you look at it from the start to the end,
You will no doubt have to accept,
That the 'dark cloud' was your friend..
                                       -Mugdha Deshpande

The night sky

The night is a beautiful and mystical phenomenon on Earth. It holds the known and the unknown..

Looking at the night sky is just like delving deep into a mysterious and magical world..

The night sky is a stage,
A colossal stage that grows new with age..
Here there are stars of every shade,
Of diamond, ruby, emerald and jade.

At times a satellite glides on this curtain,
Occasionally a meteor shower is certain
Sometimes a comet adorns the sky,
It hypnotizes you and makes you sigh..

Then suddenly rises the moon,
Striking a syllable- a happy tune
The moon makes the night devoid of fright,
It offers a spectacle- a dazzling sight.

The sky is a classroom of teachers and students,
Where knowledge floats precise and prudent.
Here, the teachers than the students are more,
They make their learners fly and soar..

But if Lady Luck turns her back on us,
The show is gone how much you fuss,
Gone are the planets and the planets and twinkling stars,
The vision is obscured by cloudy bars.

This shiny diadem of innumerable stars,
Washes away all turmoil and scars,
In the past does it help to delve,
The sky is a beauty, a mystery in itself.
                                       -Mugdha Deshpande


Still I remain..

No one likes jealous people..but by default they are the part and parcel of each one’s life. Face them and learn from them..

You may treat me as you please,
Either with hatred or with love,
But one thing is for sure..
I will remain as I am.

You may be jealous or;
You may even celebrate when I am sad,
You may laugh at my failures,
But, I will remain as I am.

You may despise me to the core,
You may criticize me without any reason,
You may discourage me each time I want to soar,
And yet I will remain as I am..

If you think that I will give up
And ultimately get frustrated 
Then you are sadly mistaken;
'Cause I will remain as I am.

Even if you detest me, 
I will never abhor you.
Instead I will consider you 
As someone who gives me the chance to improve.

I will look at you from a different perspective,
A unique and positive view,
Just because you left your place,
I will not leave mine to fix you,
Because-
I will remain as I am..
                 -Mugdha Deshpande

Eyes

Eyes are the biggest mirrors of anyone and everyone. They are beautiful in every form and every emotion..

The biggest mirror of your life,
 That tells the truth and never lies,
 Is nothing but your unique eye, 
Which never changes even if time passes by.

 Blue, black, brown or grey,
  They reflect everything you want to say. 
Eyes epitomize all your emotions
 They give way to your inner aspirations. 

Some have a comforting warmth and glow, 
Some appear deep but are completely hollow.
 Some are transparent and crystal clear,
 Some look scared with traces of fear.

 Some are decorated with an uncanny twinkle, 
Some are kind with a generous sprinkle.
 With determination some eyes are lit,
 While some change feelings bit by bit.

Some are inquisitive wanting to know more,
 Some give you courage to fly and soar
. As against that, some are totally rude,
 While some change forms depending on their mood.

 Some are piercing and make you go cold,
 While some are straight forward, having a firm hold.
 Such are the eyes, beautiful and lovely,
 They reflect your thoughts, slowly but surely.               
                        -Mugdha Deshpande 

Caged

To all the people who are feeling caged due to the present situation of Covid-19 outbreak.

#Lockdown #StayHomeStaySafe

Today evening as I sat in my window,
Watching the empty streets,

listening to the sound of silence;
I suddenly heard a merry voice-
“Hey there! Feeling caged?”
Startled, I turned to the voice and saw a parrot,

calling happily.
I sighed happily, “ Yes perhaps, it has changed a lot.
My fantasies have met dead ends,

my dreams of enjoyment have shattered,
and here I am, trapped in my own cage.”
The parrot smiled- it literally did- and said:
“When you humans cage us not in our

but in your strange homes,
We feel helpless, desperate and yet, we can do nothing..
A mere puppet of your hands,

unable to spread our wings,
unable to fly..
When freedom turns its back on us,

Life becomes a confinement.”
“Today, when I see you,” I said,

“Spreading your wings more freely than usual,
the setting sun cradling you in its arms,
the colourful evening sky, encouraging you to dance..
I am envious of you dear small bird,
Pray, tell me how can I be one of you?”
Laughing, the small bird said,
“It has indeed changed a lot,

you enjoyed your life now we are enjoying ours.
This time I see you from the other side of the cage,
You are trapped instead of me, and now for once,

you are feeling our pain..
But in these trying times, you should not lose heart,
Do not keep crying, make the best of the hour..
For after every stormy night, there is a bright sunny day,
For after every dark tunnel,
there is an opening coming your way..”
With this, the parrot took off,
I marveled his stunning flight,
His message struck a chord with me
And I resolved that I would follow it with all my might..

-Mugdha Deshpande

A Daughter’s Day

There is a beautiful bond between a mother and a daughter. This one is a poem symbolising this selfless relation of unconditional love.

She came home from a dreary day,
So tired was she, she couldn’t even say,
Her mind was cluttered with submissions and deadlines
Even to breathe peacefully, she had no time
And yet… and yet her daughter came fuming into the room
Apparently she was crying from noon.
“Mom!”, Daughter burst out when she saw her,
“What day is it today, don’t you remember?
I’m sure that you know it’s daughter’s day;
And still you have nothing to say?”

“Oh dear, I’m sorry, I totally forgot,
I had so much work, that I got caught.”
“Now!” demanded Daughter, “I want a cake,
I just want it whatever it takes!”
“Dear, I’m afraid, I can’t tonight,
Next time I’ll try with all my might.”

Daughter raged and shouted, roared and stormed,
Telling her Mother how much she had wronged.
Mom listened to her with a sad face,
 Unhappy that things weren’t abiding her pace.

Then later that night, Mom gave her a wooden case,
Daughter took it, and opened it with a sulky face.
Inside was written a curly message
On a yellow parchment that was old with age.

Daughter read it and let out a sigh,
And before any warning, she began to cry..
For the message was :

“Dear, today I had nothing different to say,
Because for me everyday is a Daughter’s day.
My life is not a fairy tale,
But you are my Princess,
Since you never fail to make me happy and impressed.”

-Mugdha Deshpande

From my window..

Nature is the ultimate source of bliss and tranquility. It provides us with hope in trying times. Even the smallest creations of nature can etch a lasting impact on our mind..

I sat dozing one sunny noon,
Thinking that it’d be evening soon,
I was tired and dreary to the core,
The sultry weather made me go sore.

Suddenly I looked out of the window-
A breeze was floating steady and slow.
It played on my cheeks and tickled my toes,
It whistled in my ear and caressed my nose.

I rushed hurriedly to the window,
To be a spectator to nature’s show.
Fell away instantly all my stupor,
With bated breath I waited for the shower.

Tore open the skies and cascaded down the rain,
Washing away all turmoil and pain.
The cool wind glided past me,
A different world now I could see.

I wondered how come nature taught,
To smile and laugh when distraught.
The dramatic rain lifted my mood,
A wonderful day I began to prelude.

All thanks to Mother Nature,
The legendary comrade, guide and mentor.
None can ever surpass this concoction,
None can imitate this masterpiece creation.
 -Mugdha Deshpande

A Golden glow..

Sunrise is an everyday phenomenon. But it is the most beautiful time of the day..Morning is that time of the day when you get all the inspiration you want to start a new day.

As he wakes up stretching his wide arms,
He spreads his aura across meadows and farms,
An uncanny twinkle decorates his eye,
As birds let out a pleasant sigh.
Acknowledgement as the trees offer,
The fragrance blooms from flower to flower.
His glowing shine percolates everywhere,
As birds offer a peaceful air.
Awake now is every being on earth,
Ideas and thoughts now begin to take birth.
In the presence of him unhappy is none,
Such is the magic of the golden sun. 
 -Mugdha Deshpande