Do I have a podcast now!? Announcement and Updates!

Goodness! Hasn’t it been so long since we last had a heart-to-heart conversation? Literal months! 

I want you to stop reading this post right now, head to the comments section and tell me how your day was/ has been so far! Come on… Let’s chat!

Now, since you have commented (I am assuming) and you are back to reading my post, allow me to tell you what’s up! *Happy screaming*

I JUST LAUNCHED MY FIRST EVERY PODCAST!!!!! (Here is the link) 

Yes, you read that right.
No, I am not kidding. 
Yes, I am freaking out. 

Oh my god! Isn’t that a dream come true!? 

I am going to be honest with all of you, I had been planning to give a voice to my work for the longest time, but for some reason or the other, I just couldn’t get myself to do it. This was primarily because I was just too afraid to underperform. 

Gladly, today I found the strength to step out of fear and go ahead with my dream. I am not even exaggerating, I feel like such a free bird right now. There is something so liberating about winning over your inhibitions- I don’t even have the words to express my joy and gratitude right now. 

Coming back to the podcast- It is a pleasure and an honor for me to be able to announce my poetry podcast, ‘Yet Unheard’. This is where you will find the spoken versions of the posts I put here, and also some additional content pieces exclusive to that platform. Do take some time to hear what I have to say and let me know what you think about it!

That being said, I really want to take this moment to pause and thank all of you. It wouldn’t have been possible for me to be able to gain enough confidence in my writing and turn it into the purpose of my life if I wouldn’t have had your lovely support. I remember putting up my first post on 13th December 2018, and my life has changed in miraculous ways since then. A very special thanks to Sid (Here is his blog, go check it out! He is magically talented) for being the first to follow and comment on my blog. I literally cried with joy when I received that notification. 

This blog is literally my second home. My heart resides here, and it always will. All of you are a family to me. I can’t even thank you enough for the time you spend here, reading, commenting, and engaging with my posts. I hope I have been adding some value to your lives with the content here. I strive to achieve just that! 🙂

Once again, thank you for everything!

You will love…

Four walls, a number of bricks, and here you sit in the middle of this room finding solace IMG_20200515_194556_227in your own flesh and love in the mirrors. Mirrors, though, seldom lie. They may lie about a few harsh truths, though ‘lack of love’ stands high on the list.

You stand in front of this silvered piece of carefully cut glass, staring at every part of your scarred silhouette, yet the light shining on those marks somehow sells them as beauty spots.
In that moment, you smile, promptly looking at the delicate curve that your rose tainted lips have arched into; a careful moment of comfort, though you may only find it meandering away from your glistening eyes.

Why, you ask?
Because mirrors seldom lie; eyes, though, don’t!

Those two gleaming curves of crystal, sitting on your face, are windows to the truth-
You know it.
I know it.
We know it.
So, we shy away from glances!

We shy away from the mere idea of taking a look down those merciless voids, because we know, that the glance, if made, will hurl our entire existence into this gigantic spiral of a never-ending truth trail;
and you, being nothing but a mere speck of consciousness, will have to learn, not most, but all that this infinity loop has to offer.

You will have to learn why you desperately try finding hearts to love you because you deny believing how loveable you are, unless someone sweeps you off your feet.

You will have to learn how you deny yourself your own embrace because you are a little too scared of the thorns you planted in your own skin.

You will have to learn that you love your mirror because it is the sweetest of all the liars and the most innocent of all the sinners.

And lastly, you will have to accept how your scars are yet not dead and they still need love, regardless of how that silvered glass makes you believe otherwise.
——
You fretted and you still fear that moment of truth, so much so that it has been an eternity since you last stared down your own eyes. 

Now, you have forgotten their mystical shape, and it takes you a minute before you can remember the hue that danced in them.

You feel estranged; you feel endangered, from the very own treasure of your heart.

But, my love, I can’t sing it enough;
I can’t sing it enough…how direly you need to step forth on this path of serene oblivion.
Beyond the doom, has forever lain, a rose drenched dawn; the day you begin to love again… waiting for you, to dance under its skies!

 

You will heal…

Glass boxes don’t sing lore to the warriors of freedom when the skies fall and the watersPSX_20200424_213616 rise. But, skies don’t fall and waters don’t rise in vain; they sob in vile.

There are a number of things that may conjure disdain into this world, but no other blade yearns to be struck with thunder as much as the one sitting on the hilt of heartbreaks.

Sword hilts, I believe, are haunted; rather cursed.

They hold power, enough to crown a head; they hold sin, enough to behead a crown. The hands which happen to hold these swords may either bring freedom or threaten it; regardless, blood is shed and scars are left to taint hearts for ages to come.

Ages; since ages, men have been driven to worship their own strength in the name of blind pride;
and pride, though may seem like a forbidden ally to the sung masters, is nothing but a thirst;

A deep unquenchable thirst sitting at the edge of our tongues, making us blurt rage and breathe revenge.
Pride is nothing but a cry for help; a veil hiding our scars ever so elegantly.

But veils fall and masks rot in due time; what is hidden can’t be hidden forever.

One day, you will see, you will see for yourself.
When the skin on your bones will feel too plastic to be alive and the heart in your chest will feel too alive to have gone dead.
When what’s whole will seem broken and what’s broken will feel safe.

Then.. you will hear, you will hear for yourself.

You will hear how beautifully you may have chanted the prayers of freedom if you wouldn’t have dug graves for your own tongue.
You will smile at your flaws and you will kiss your own scars.
You will sing in the chorus of joy and pray for peace in the choir of blatant hatred.

And when that day arrives… You will heal!

Cages…

Our history has known cages;
Of all kinds and characters.
The one with bars of gold
And the others with floors of dirt.
The ones which held the innocent
And the others which freed the ghouls.

But not very often,
When you walk through the pages
Of your own history,
You land up
Imprisoned.

Imprisoned behind the walls of
Some doomed silvered glasses.
Imprisoned to a cage of mirrors.
Imprisoned to yourself.

Up until this moment,
The clock hands never echoed louder.
Up until this moment,
The questions never sent shivers down your spine.

The clock now,
Is running on a timeless retreat.
The questions now,
Come for YOU,
From yourself.

Who are you?
Why are you?
Where are you?

You run to the mirrors,
Banging at each one of them,
Hoping to
Either knock the glass out
Or make your hand bleed the answers.

None happens.
Nothing shatters.
Nothing bleeds.
All fall silent.

Then,
You begin
To hear
Clearer than ever.

You begin to hear your soul hum,
As faint as a whisper,
But as clear as a woman weeping
On a dark moonless night.

Your soul hums to you,
How
You
Are a handful of Earth;
Fertile, magical,
Yet forgotten.

You
Are a waterfall;
You fall down
The damp rotten roof
Of an old cave
Standing right in the middle of an enchanted forest.

You
Are a gentle breeze,
Flowing through an Orphan’s hair
On nights when he misses having a Mother.

You
Are a ball of fire
Burning inside an old lantern
Lighting up someone’s dark world.

You
Are the limit of the skies;
Unknown!

You are a poem
With all the five elements
Entwined in your heart.

So,
When next time
The world asks you
To introduce yourself
Tell them;
“I am life”

Burns and Ashes

Black and burnt hearts fall down to ashes when you aim at them with the cupid’s arrow. If that doesn’t scare you enough against love stories gone rogue, then you may want to grab a glimpse of the poison spat rose pressed in the old and worn pages of a happy love story.

Heartbreaks are like untimely deaths, and the tears that follow are like watered flames of a rain-drenched funeral. Eulogies die under muffled heavy breaths and you sob till the next mourning sun dawns over your moonless night. You face that sun, smelling like stale giggles and sour hugs.

A curse too harsh for the lover inside you!

What happens next? That lover elopes.

You stop seeing the world through pink stained glasses. Your whites don’t preach out peace now, instead, they scream indifference. The yellows don’t sing for joy, but they lie, down and dusted.

Your world is no longer a castle made up of stardust and crystals. Your slippers aren’t glass and you don’t walk around, crowned with flowers. 

Now, you reign the voids and your fires cast shadows of their own. You find comfort in darkness and the Sun burns at your skin.

You sleep to howling wolves and wake up to fighting Ravens. But, regardless, you live; you learn to…

You learn to live, adorning ashes and romancing burnt ruins. You are a lone poet, except, now you aren’t in love with ‘love’.

You bleed in the darkest shade of blue and weave out gospels. But, no matter which storm pulls you into its eye, you write… and you live!

My baby just grew up!!

Last year in December, I gathered my courage and dived into this amazing and exciting world of blogging! I decided to publish the chapters from a story I wrote three years ago.

For me, the blog was just an escape! Honestly speaking, I could have never imagined the kind of response that the story received and since then, the journey has been nothing but magical!

Because of the lovely support from all of you, the ‘writer inside me’ got the opportunity to venture into the realms of poetry and I found my home there!

This blog and all the lovely people who have joined me here in the community, mean a lot to me! “From the quill” changed everything and it is the best thing that has ever happened in my life till now!

But, with all the bittersweet emotions in my heart *cue emotional music*, I have decided to leave that title behind and change the name of my beautiful baby *self-obsessed mom* *hehe* to “Life in yellows”

You don’t have to follow or subscribe again! It’s just a change in the domain name and the aesthetic of the blog! You will keep on receiving notifications regarding new posts and the content will still be literary and poetic!!

I am so happy to have you along on this wonderful journey! Your love and support mean the world to me!

So, without further ado, let us begin with the new chapter!

Shall we?

 

Thank you so so much!!

6 months ago, I remember writing this post for the milestone of 500 followers. Trust me, I was definitely at cloud nine and that’s where my obsession with the follower count subsided.

I had no idea, that I’d be reaching the next milestone so early.

For me, it’s not just a follower count, but this blog and the blogging community means much more than just numbers. This blog is the best thing that has happened to me in life so far.

I am so grateful for all of you and for the amazing support. It is such a pleasure to have you here on this journey and it’d be my honour to have you along even in the future.

Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to read, comment and follow.

I hope that I have been providing you with some quality content.

With lots of love,

Gauri Walecha.

That fire…

When I walked through….

Fallacy…

The heat of these dancing flames… it feels like a taunt at my crimson wounds.

The sly scarlet mocks my fears…as I stand here, in front of this great wall of fire.

These flames…they rejoice their might, they celebrate their terror.

They laugh when they prosecute the innocent, they frown when the kids smile.

They take pride in their eternal reign…for…this fire has been burning since the first child cried for hunger…
For….this fire will burn….till the last man begs the heavens for death.

A trail of sweat trickled down my quivering spine. I misunderstood, believed it to be the silent cry of my dying soul.

But, rather…it was the elegant hail, yelled out by my enslaved ego. A song of praise for the devouring power.

My friend…. don’t fall for the trickery of her highness.

She’s not here to pull you into a warm hug when the cold world haunts you. No….!!

“Humanity is a virtue”, they say…

But… she is the fire of greed.

You are either as cruel as her….

You are either a slave to her….

Or….you are nothing at all….

Update

Hello Everyone!

It has been quite some time since I last posted on my blog and I am also mindful of the fact that the response to your comments has also been really delayed! With this post, I  wanted to put this into perspective that the delay and the absence is not, in any way, an indicative of any kind of insincerity towards all of you!

From the very bottom of my heart, I am extremely grateful for all the lovely support that my blog has received from the splendidly talented blogging community!

I am blessed to say that the past few weeks, life has kept me busy in some amazing projects and since my work is of a very technical nature, I haven’t really been able to switch to a creative mindset all these days!

I don’t want to compromise quality for the sake of consistency, so , in the best interest of the aesthetic of my blog and honoring the time, effort and energy that all of you invest in reading, liking and commenting on my blog, I have made a decision to take a formal break from blogging for the next three months! 

Thanks for all the amazing and lovely support!

Forever grateful!

Real-Neat Blog Award

Hello everyone! Seems like just yesterday when I was writing my post for the ‘The Versatile blogger award’ and I feel so honored to be nominated for another amazing blog award! Honestly, I have run out of words to express my gratitude for all the amazing love and support that the wonderful blogging community has been showing to my blog! Thank you so much! Really means a lot!

Charlotte, who has an amazing blog ‘The inspired page’, nominated my blog for the ‘Real-Neat blog award’! She posts super detailed and knowledgeable content on her blog! You should totally go and check that out!

I would really like to thank Charlotte for the nomination! The fact that you like the content of my blog and consider it worthy for an award nomination really warms my heart! Thank you so much, once again, for the nomination!


Rules:

The rules of the Real-Neat Blog Award are:

  1. Put the award logo on your blog.
  2. Answer 7 questions asked by the person who nominated you.
  3. Thank the people who nominated you, provide link to their blogs.
  4. Nominate any number of bloggers you like, providing links to their blogs.
  5. Let them know you nominated them (by commenting on their blog etc.)

Questions From Charlotte:

1: Do you play any sports? If so, which one? Do you like playing it?

2: Do you play an instrument? If so, which one? Do you like it?

3: If you had to start a bakery/restaurant/shop, what would it be? What would it be called?

4: What’s your favorite movie? Why? Did you like it at first?

5: Where would you live if you could live anywhere? The seaside? On a cliff? On a boat? In medieval times? In a world with magic?

6: Sweet or Savory? Why?

7: On a scale from 1-10, how much do you like books?


My Answers:

1. I will be really honest! These days my to-do list doesn’t really allow me to invest time in my hobbies but earlier in the days I really enjoyed Badminton! I am really looking forward to resuming it!

2. Again, because of all the work (these answers are making me sound very boring….😂), I do not spend a lot of time on my hobbies, but I really love guitars! I don’t know how to play one but would love to learn!

3. I would love to open a bookstore actually! Trust me; I love books so much that I literally would be hopping around like a bunny in that store! The name has to be ‘The books-bunny’! Saw what I did there!

4. Well my favorite movie is ‘Rajnigandha’! It is an old Indian classic movie! Literally, this movie is the reason that I fell in love with story-telling. It is very slow-paced, so in the beginning , I was slightly bored but then the beautifully simple story just grew over me!

5. If I could, I would love to wake up to the calming sound of waves every morning…so, sea-side for sure!

6. Actually I really appreciate a good balance of both! One is incomplete without the other!

7. May I please choose ‘Infinity’!


People I Nominated:

Baffled Mum

Bharath Upendra

Nirant Gurav

Aditya


My Questions:

Charlotte’s questions are very creative and fun, so I think I would like to ask the same questions from the nominees!

1: Do you play any sports? If so, which one? Do you like playing it?

2: Do you play an instrument? If so, which one? Do you like doing it?

3: If you had to start a bakery/restaurant/shop, what would it be? What would it be called?

4: What’s your favorite movie? Why? Did you like it at first?

5: Where would you live if you could live anywhere? The seaside? On a cliff? On a boat? In medieval times? In a world with magic?

6: Sweet or Savory? Why?

7: One a scale from 1-10, how much do you like books?