Abhiruchi Devdekar (Sasa)

Surreal Smells like minted grass, levitating through the mildest lawns, flowing with the seamless streams, the lovers whispered "Life was never fair enough, to you, to me, to us" now that all the endeavours are worthy as such, the sun shines brighter than the moon at its best, the petals hugging each other whispered, "We were never as surreal as them" - Sasa

Limits Not going to places, unaware of the fact that  moving far away to unimaginable distances, swiftly giving up on  all the chases, yearning for the most nonchalant sigh, learning where the bliss lies, rejuvenating symphony, makes one realise, the limitations were never justified - Sasa

"Having the ability to express by penning down your thoughts is just so fruitful. I personally find it amazing when people are entertained reading my blogs. But lately, I've come to the conclusion that adding my interests with blogging would be the perfect combination of my blogs as a whole. I'm so much fascinated by fashion, fabrics and styling. So for a change, I'm considering to start fashion blogging, to share my love for the same. This time of the month, last year, I was planning on starting a small-scale brand of my own. I had collected all the fabrics but still something felt incomplete. Thinking of it as a long term plan, it seemed barely doable to me. That's when I hit pause and actually started feeding myself with more knowledge related to it. Now every time I learn something about fashion, my dream to start my clothing brand seems a little more doable.  And that's the fun of it. Best part about all of this is all the people I know, actually come up t...

  1. Talk to the kid who is sitting aloof in the playground  2. She will tell you her dreams and you give her the strength  and a hope that a day will soon come 3. And you tell her that her life which has just begun  has much more meaning to it 4. When she rants about her worries,  you tell her it will be fine 5. As it takes nothing but a smile to comfort her,  so you stay there and just smile ~ Sasa

If I ever had the chance to sing  All my weary, perturbed tunes, I would still prefer talking, So, we'll go no more roving If by chance you take the chance To still be the obstinate cactus that you are, Here it goes, I'm crying out of spite, So late into the night In the festive lights, somewhere lies, The dark deserted room in disguise Where witty of a heart is healing, Though the heart be still as loving So, if I had the chance to dance along the light of day, I would if I could, to tell you if it is what you understand, When the sun goes down you too can set loose tonight And the moon be still as bright ~ Sasa So, for yesterday's prompt, I referred Lord Byron's "So We'll Go No More Roving" for Glosa/Glose (The Spanish form of poetry writing). Sorry for putting it up today, I'm yet to balance my Instagram and Blog page correctly. happy reading! 

Part of you is at war with your own vehemence, And another one lies in the backyard breathless, Conflicting with thy own self, Contemplating which side to sway, When it's too late to realise  Both of it seems evenly unreal You come to a supposition To let the surrounding play, Let you get your way But it is the spiral that never ends For all things said and done, Still seeking out for the fire that begun All the matters of vigilant significance,  To find out it's the thoughts that come and stay  And make a home inside the head ~ Sasa For those who don't know what NaPoWriMo is, it's National Poetry Writing Month. This month is April for every year and for 30 days straight, new poem is to be written. You needn't worry about writer's block either, because you get prompts for writing your poem everyday on the website: www.napowrimo.net.  I know I'm a little late for the first day but finally I came up with the decision to restart this blog page. So many things h...

Courtesy : Pintrest When your day starts just right, Yet you cry yourself to sleep and you know that's okay, So you get up with the same bliss next morning, That's what perfect means to me When it's all a mess, And you're stressing a lot, it's not getting better, But that one cup of coffee, Perfectly holds you altogether When you look like the finest piece of art, And everyday, that's what the mirror tells you, But when you step out and see people stare, You just don't care 'cause you know you're perfect When things are falling apart, You know you've mistaken a lot, You've got your ups and downs and you still keep going on, Because you believe in yourself You know what perfect means?  Falling, still learning and growing,  Perfect means having flaws, knowing it and mending them,  Perfect means hustling, to be the best version of yourself  ~Sasa

Courtesy - Pintrest Just when you think it's getting better, Another trouble comes up, But like the previous ones, You'll still hold all your pieces together, You'll sigh, but won't let go for sure, You're aware, That you're capable of overcoming almost everything that comes your way, So you just walk ahead, You fight for it, And just when you think it's getting better, Something else hits up, But trust me, There will come a day, you won't sigh at all, won't be afraid to fall, you'll get used to it, Bravo! Now that you know the pattern, You'll get back up, deal with it and proudly say, You're living your best life ~Sasa

Courtesy - Pintrest "Do you prefer throughout your life, Being a good person?" I'd prefer just living, Letting it go like it's supposed to be, all by its own, Just walking, and in the mid way, Getting things done, Losing some battles and winning some, Reasoning my foes, Being humble to my good ones, Loving with my whole heart, Getting mad when I really don't feel fine, Being as interactive as I can, Expressing honesty my whole life, Because all this while I learnt, Being good keeps us constant Living keeps us going ~Sasa

Courtesy - Pintrest To whoever that's crossed paths with me,  Has been good to me or my enemy, Has taken me to places and helped me get out of my mess or put me into one, Has held on to me when it was direful or left me all alone, Has made me grin everytime or left me crying on my own, Has been constantly telling me I'm inevitably strong or has looked down on me and let me down, Has been by my side my whole life or even for a single moment, Has stood up for me and said things for me or said things even behind my back, If we've ever crossed paths, thank you for being a part of me, thank you for helping me grow ~Sasa

Courtesy - Pintrest       I'm not much of a reader, I mean I don't read at all. Not like I don't know how to read, obviously I do. But it was always that my friends here are having a discussion about how the  Famous five and Hardy boys moves them and how John Green and Paulo Coelho makes them feel in 9th and 10th grade and I'm here like, "What the hell?" Holding my Peppa pig picture book because it's cute and also Geronimo Stilton because, I never really knew why, anyway.  I'm a pathetic speaker too. But hello! I'm also the CEO of making up stories whenever I'm interrogated by my parents, nevermind. I just don't know how to speak, the moment I see a bunch of people, who are all eyes and ears at me, I'm numb. "Stage fear" is what they call it, but I'm the first person to run and find a spotlight, so how am I supposed to call mine a "stage fear"? That doesn't make sense to me. I don't know what is it ...

Courtesy - Pintrest   Perfect light falling on my house plants, It's 6am, of a summer morning, The light isn't as dim as the dawn of a perfect winter day, Beautiful still Each leaf of the money-plant is a different shade of green, They don't resemble each other at all, And look so dissimilar, But when it's afternoon, I'll know again, come back to my senses, To realize that every leaf is the same, So did the light fool me? Or my eyes? I'll never know But I know one thing for sure, The gentle cold wind I feel every morning, Be it of any season, Melts my heart, helps my soul to get up, And breathe I assume everyone does that, No wonder these mornings are so soothing, While everyone's just breathing, And not chattering, laughing, wailing or hurting, Maybe that's why mornings are always this fresh and clean, Of ambience loaded with pure optimism and goodwill ~Sasa

Courtesy - Pintrest Things take time, She consoled herself looking at the mirror, Hating her own body, She decided to be thinner Each day, she starved, Not giving up on her will, But unwilling she gave up, Gave up on all her favorite meals Dreaming about the clothes she would easily pull off soon, She starved more, Imagining all the backgrounds for her perfect IG Picture, she thought, How she's going to make everyone fall for her Avoiding social meetups, To get a hold on her appetite, Keeping herself away from her friends, And amaze them when she's fit and fine 2 months later, Size L to S, She's got that perfect figure, Can't flaunt it as she's no more her old self Getting at a better place, She realized nothing changed, She still finds peace in the crowd, Who loved her when she was a size L ~Sasa

If your plan is to stay, To hold hands, Make impromptu outdoor plans, To cook food together, Comfort me with your hugs forever, To laugh with me, cry with me, Insanely sing out loud on the streets, To speak all night long, Hype about how finely we just get along, To make a lot of promises, Spoil me with your kisses, To let me take care of you, Stand strong with you, pamper you, To let me give you my everything, If that's what your plan is, just count me in. ~ Sasa

Courtesy - Pintrest Loving someone and not expecting to get it back, sums up this book pretty much and Murakami being the writer, it's surely not a typical love triangle.  K., 25, the protagonist and also the voice of this book, is a primary school teacher. He's in love with Sumire whom he's friends with since they met in college. Love for reading books is the common interest they share. Infact Sumire even drops out of the college to focus on writing. He's somehow attracted to her. Sumire knows this but never feels the same way back. She says she's actually never been in "Love". Sumire is a 22 year old girl who's always dressed up shabby and probably smokes all day having zero interests in impressing boys and always focussed on reading and writing, in short, she's quite messed up. Until one day when she meets Miu. She meets Miu and gets her life all together in a way. She starts dressing up well, has a job, quits smoking, learns different languages...

                                                                                           Courtesy - Pintrest   I just realized, that we humans, Having this ability to speak, Vocalize and reason, Have views, perspectives, Biased, unbiased I realized, we all speak, Some speak with soft pleasing words, with love, Some speak out of anger, some in pain, Some speak with silence, Some with their actions, some reacting I realized, all of us, Show love, misery, tenderness, curiosity, excitement and what not, Everyone feels, And out of these feelings that they show, We pick We pick, what suits us, We listen and see, take in what we always tend to assume, To conclude, we all speak, Not the same language, yet we all speak alike. ~ Sasa