Changes

Change is a part of life.

Isn’t that true? And that becomes even more true when we think about our ways of socializing, sharing our work and communicating with others. We change, our ways change and that brings a change in the product that we produce.

That is what has happened with this blog. If you think you have come to some unknown space where you don’t know the person behind the words, I’d make it clear that it is I, Anmol, your HA, and I have transformed this significant component of my life as I begin to take new steps in this world. My journey began as HowAnxious and that would always be attached with me and that is why, the blog address remains the same. But now I am welcoming you to enter a new area which is my place: HA’s place, for sharing, communicating, writing, thinking out loud and just plain musing.

I am enthusiastic about it because there are going to be many changes that I’d like to experience with you, as I try out new things and add some spark to the old ones to bring out a rejuvenated effort on my part and your support that being the only thing which would help me course through it.

Some new changes for your consideration:

  • A New Introductory Page: This is Me! (The name stays the same but it is too different to make you remember of the past page).
  • A New Category: Where I felt the Love, in which I have included some of your favorite posts by me, where I was sincerely touched by your feedback and your wondrous words.
  • A New Theme With A New Look, so as to make the blogging environment more reader friendly and including such aspects which would strengthen our bond.
  • A Random Post Generator Button, which you will find on the left hand side of the page, so that with a click, you can reach a randomly generated post from the past and help me revive the magic of days gone by to add into the colors of today.

There are certain more changes to come, which will appear in due time. Your feedback is much appreciated. Do tell me, what do you think of the transformation? Or just say hello to me. I have a new policy of replying to almost all the comments that I receive and I am going to adhere to that seriously.

Thank You.

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She is a Woman

Threshold by Chantal e.y. Bethel

she sings her sweet song, which seems to have risen

from within her smooth skin, vibrating in her strides,

as she plays with her eyes, with smiles, she has stored

in her sighs, as she gets along, she spreads warmth,

shielding us from every storm to come, she is she-

a woman who lives a part of her story, through

her gestures, her expression that tingle the skin of

us lookers, having us laugh with her, pray, sing her

in our words, she is a woman, she strives for love,

she is a key of piano; to touch her is to surge into

the sacred waters, she seeps into our minds to

have us looking for her, even when she’s not there,

she is a woman, a sorceress who carves us into

what we are capable to be, she is a goddess,

she is a mother, a lover, a bond, she is a woman,

she is always the flame that lights our lives,

she is the best as she is, different, wicked, sweet,

she is a woman, and hence she sings, a woman

playing roles unflinching throughout her life,

she is a woman who is everything, that is to be

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Happy International Women’s Day. This simple poem is a tribute from my side to all the women.

And to end this post, let’s relive the song by Billy Joel:

Bleeding into the night by her red cape

alas! it was her dire desire to drive

my heart, into a bull broken beside

by her red cape, bleeding into the night,

painting sullen soil with fingers that slide

in pools of her vestige, a snide sewage

of cognition of her, her presence saved,

it lingers in the air, her perfume made

from marigolds papered from ashen face,

that turned away from my sight, not to nurse

my wounds stained by steel, of her solemn church

of apathy, of angst, of ache, much worse

than what shows on her portrait in my purse,

a remnant of her, a part with me back,

lumping my love, there ain’t no pain like that

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A little too late… for dVerse Meeting the Bar, where Mr. Tony Maude commenced the game of Bouts-rimés.

A Happy Valentines’ Day to the love birds. And the rest of you who are just like me, go eat some chocolate. I had a coconut candy instead. 🙂

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Note(16 Feb): I have two new pieces written but I am just not in the mood of editing. Therefore, I am submitting the link of this one for Poetry Pantry. I will be here and there, fleeting from one to place to another, but I will reach you in the end to enrich myself with your words. Have a good day. 🙂

Ill-Fated Love

embracing her lover, she declared her love,

beneath the starry night,

whence the crescent moon hung on the sky,

it was a beautiful sight,

.

doomed they were, for their castes differed,

never could they be married,

never could he kiss her as his bride,

burden of generations carried,

.

the night lilies held them together,

drawing strings of affection,

as they wept for their ill-fated love,

and their families’ fraction,

.

embracing her lover, she declared her love,

beneath the starry night,

whence the crescent moon hung on the sky,

it was a beautiful sight,

.

midnight beckoned them to return,

tear to shreds, their bond,

he looked into her eyes gone crimson,

reflection of a bloody pond,

.

two souls entwined, not letting go,

his rigid shoulders in her arms,

circling the round of his head, she shrieked,

seeing the people coming in swarms,

.

they looked at the approaching mass,

speechless of their crime,

for they had exchanged their hearts,

keeping it hidden all this time,

.

embracing her lover, she clung to her love,

beneath the starry night,

whence the crescent moon hung on the sky,

it was a sorrowful sight,

.

washed afar in the river, they had bled together,

lifeless bodies’ gone pale white,

in death they were together, as they were in life,

their tale hereby I write

.

* Okay, this was meant to be a ballad. Written in consideration of dverse Form for All.

** This poem is in some way reference to honor killing, which is still prevalent here. Many lovers are being killed by their own families, because it is not acceptable by the rules of their particular castes and especially when the ill-fated couple doesn’t belong to the same caste. I am sick of this mentality and there seems to be no change coming. I have recently heard of yet another murder because of the same reason just yesterday and I feel disgusted.

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Day 13: Your favorite author

Well, this is like asking about your favorite book.

No, I don’t have any favorite author. Yes, I have many favorite authors.

That is all to be said. That is what says everything.

Okay, so I am going to make a list of all those authors I liked (in no particular order) and what I liked about them:

1. J.d. Salinger- Direct straightforward approach in writing

2. John Green- Understanding of teenage and true narration of coming of age

3. J.K. Rowling- Weaving a superb fantasy world

4. Sidney Sheldon- Hard-paced thriller; page turner content

5. Stephen King- Perfect blend of mysticism and spookiness

6. Jeffrey Archer- Wonderful depictions of a person’s psychology

7. Kathryn Stockett- Joyful writing about a serious issue

8. Marcia Willet- Dramatic and heart-touching writing

9. Dan Brown- Symbols and conspiracy theory

10. Kazuo Ishiguro- Life stories bared; what else to say!?

11. Rick Riordan- Mythological content presented for the young ; easy to understand and enjoy

12. Suzzane Collins- Planning and plotline

13.  Mitch Albom- Understanding life for all its complexities and accepting its end

14. Khaled Hosseini- Heart wrenching tales of unfortunate people, tangled in the web of war

15. Paulo Coelho- Spirituality and metaphors

16. Amitav Ghosh- Words you would treasure; characters you won’t forget

17. Jhumpa Lahiri- Inspiring with the tales of family and mature relationships

18. Sylvia Plath- Raw emotions portrayed in a way that creates a gaping hole in the chest

19. John Grisham- Stories that leave a message and keep you entertained

20. Stephen Chbosky- Gently caressing story, speaking of the wonders of friendship

A Melody of Love

This is the English translation of a few verses of a Hindi song titled, Ek Pyar Ka Naghma Hai with lyrics by Santosh Anand. The translation hasn’t come out to be quite so good. I have translated it in consideration of Right2Write Prompt 6. You can participate in the prompt yourself. Just visit the post link.

A Melody of Love

a melody of love, a surge of bliss,

life is nothing else but a story of you and me,

a melody of love, a surge of bliss,

life is nothing else but a story of us,

a melody of love…

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some things are lost once found,

some things are meant to be lost,

in order to be found,

life’s meaning lies in instances

of the beginning and the end,

a whole life needs to be lived in

these two minuscule moments,

this life is hollow but for a story of you and me,

it is a melody of love…

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you are a gush of a river and me being your shore,

you are my support and I am yours,

the whole ocean resides in your eyes,

filled with the waters of hopes and yearnings,

this life is nothing but a story of us,

it is a melody of love…

.

tempest is ordained to arrive,

but it would have to depart,

this circumstance is a foggy cloud,

but that is just so for a little while,

it has enclosed all but

everything sad is going to

come to an end eventually,

all what would be left are shadows,

what would be left is a certain scar,

this life is nothing but a story of us,

it is a melody of love…

The actual song is beautiful yet so sad. I wish you could understand the language in order to enjoy the song. You can still listen to it, even if it is just the music: