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

The wanderlust in you

Travelling is that thing that showers you with impeccable joy, a heavenly solitude. To go to a place, to explore it gives the mind sheer bliss.
Its an amazing feeling to feast your eyes upon a snow capped peak, a pink cloudy sky, the vast expanse of a sea or on a dazzling night sky. The scenic roads, deep valleys just compel us to take a peek into our own mind.
You begin to discover a different world. And at the same time, you also discover your own self. Feeling perfectly at peace amidst the lush foliage, you begin to marvel upon the fact that you actually live in a life of partial oblivion.
The smell of the fresh mountain air, the feel of the wind whipping on you, and the tiny raindrops sliding down your face is a mystical feeling.
You realize the gravity, the magnitude of the magic of nature. All melancholy, all sadness just falls apart. Humming your favourite tune, you just want to capture as much as you can in the camera of your mind. A smile plays on your lips as you delve deeper into the magnificence of nature. You begin to envy the creations that spend their life in this perfect place. The pleasant, earthly smell after rains, -petrichor as it is called- just adds to the tranquility of the moment.
This is what is called utopia. This is the precise epitome of what you call ethereal. This is like experiencing pure happiness.
This is something ineffable. This is like getting lost and being found ’cause this is called the true beauty of life.

~Mugdha Deshpande

Does truth seem stranger than fiction?

Whenever you come across something bizarre but true, your immediate reaction is, “Are you telling the truth?!”
Deep in your heart, you know that it is the truth. Yet you find it hard to believe it. Every human lives in his or her own comfort zone.

This comfort zone is his own creation, woven out of dreams and aspirations. It is your own land of cupcakes and rainbows and one is perfectly at peace in this comfort zone. But when you hear something out of the blue, you start questioning its reality. Well, this is human nature.
Truth is straight forward and at times harsh as well. Whereas fiction is your own wild imagination. It is rightly said that the truth is a beautiful s well as a terrible thing and hence must be handled with great care. According to human nature, this truth- beautiful or terrible- always comes as a bit of shock, either good or bad.

Hence it is harder to believe as it brings you suddenly to the earth, distancing you from your dream land.
Fiction and fantasies are undoubtedly appealing as they are a perfect picture- a heavenly bliss. Whereas the truth is simply the truth. It hits you right onto your face and tells you to accept it without alterations. Many a times, you are unable to adapt to the truth just because you know that it is there and you don’t want it to be there. Result is, you feel strange. But think, if you somehow adjust to this strange feeling and if you start to live the present day, you will get the fantasy of your dreams. Truth is the ultimate gateway to a comfortable life. Hence, one must overcome the strangeness of truth, see its beauty and move forward, thereby accepting it.
~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

Language..the thread that binds souls

I often wonder how come a few short words hold the power to change your outlook. I mean, its like you read something.. anything for that matter-  a small quote, a beautiful poem or an inspirational article and it impacts your life more than you realise. You read one sentence, and then its meaning somehow strikes a chord and brings a smile on your face, doesn’t it? You relate it to some circumstance and begin to ponder upon it. There are some articles which are so very relevant to a particular situation in life, that one finds solace in those few sentences. Some words when arranged in a pattern that appeals to the mind of the writer can change the mind of millions of readers.
Many great people wrote beautiful sentences and the entire world is cherishing those sentences today.
Words coming straight from the heart go straight into hearts. Its nothing short of magic.
But what makes this possible? The answer is ‘language’.
It is a junction of all the emotions..the bridge between feelings..
Language..it is that thread which binds souls, connects hearts and creates a confluence of minds.
~Mugdha Deshpande