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About rashmimalapur

Writing is my passion. It is the best way to convey my feelings, emotions & views. I consider myself blessed to be able to use this medium & reach to the world. Any moment can be captured through poetry. Poetry is healing & is my life. I love to read what others write & listen to people while they narrate their stories. My blog is a medium of self- expression www.researcheye.wordpress.com.

‘Positive Sutra: Life says never give up!!!’

 

Image: Amit Bose

Abandoned on the road of love, without a destination

Let the pain not relieve, for it transforms into beautiful poems.

 

The book will be called ‘Positive Sutra: Life says never give up!!!’

Thank-you Louis Kasatkin Sir and Destiny Poets for giving me this wonderful platform to share a few words about my book which is yet to be published.

A blook: A book created by picking some of the writings on my blog. www.researcheye.wordpress.com

Blogobook

My blog www.researcheye.wordpress.com is my life. It is dearest to me as it reflects everything that I experience in my life. A medium of self-expression, it is a journey that the reader will experience beyond words. I have a couple of followers on the blog but, I wanted to reach to a broader audience. So, I decided to publish my writings from the blog and put them together in a book. Here is my first blook (A book prepared from blog posts).

 My blog has been my constant companion and an immense support during tough times. Life is so tremendously exciting when you have a blog. You keep searching for topics to write so that you keep updating the blog. It gives you a reason and motivation to write. The other day I wondered why I write and this is what came to my mind.

Why do I write?

When you are hurt you hit hard with words,
You don’t know what you are hitting at, who are you hitting with words?
Some who read say, “You wrote well”,
Some call you insane,
Some ignore but, you write because writing empties you and then fills you with immense joy. Words do have that soothing power.
This poem shares my reasons for writing.

Writing

Screaming out to the heaven,
Loathing in disharmony,
Fuming in fathomless anger,
Restless regardless of the world,
Hiding, hoarding deep in the shackles of daily worldly disdainful, tasteless world.
Weighing words with disgusting balance.
Yelling within, peaceful ‘me’ is just a sham.
Words wane the anger, disgust and fury
String of hurriedly typed words with a gush of emotion.
Now a peaceful me is a picture of perfect happiness.

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INTRODUCTION

I took to writing this book with the aim of reaching out to people who have faced depression or immense emotional challenges. We often get hovered by spiral of negative thoughts to get pulled into depression. The force of negativity kills energy within us and replaces it with mental lethargy. Sometimes even walking a few steps to pick up a glass of water or grab a newspaper becomes a herculean task. Our will power is weak and we only see the negative aspect of life.

Only positive thinking can pull us out of this spiral.

The book has poems that date back to the years when I have gone through moments of stark darkness and disappointment. And to each dark poem there is a poem reflecting the positive attitude towards life that I hold today.

This collection of poems is divided in two parts, first being Aikya: Nirvana & dispelling of negativity and second being Smaran: Fragrance of Times.

 Aikya:

Aikya means unity or oneness. A spurt of laughter often wets our eyes. In humour is reflection of sorrow, and pain. A transition from sorrow to happiness and back again, is all one; a confluence of positive and negative. The dusk of negativity has to end, because, it has to be followed by a beautiful dawn. This is a disposal of negativity, which has to end and only from it will flow positivity. Ironically blended in it is all that is positive to life.

Experience a trance that is a confluence of end and start, has a scent of sorrow with fragrance of time.

Smaran:

We are all knotted in relations, which give us something special and which compels us to wish that we could live longer. Smaran is the fragrance of time that is temporal.

Meeting beyond horizon

Click: Carter Road, Bandra, Mumbai, India

I close my eyes to reminiscence the time we spent together,

I don’t remember when we met nor do I care about it.

Beyond the boundaries of this world- imaginary and real,

Am away from the disdainful rules set by the world.

I immerse in you and naturally we unite,

This is the beginning of a new journey.

Your trust in me and mine in you should grow with each passing day,

Belief is the edifice of this happy journey to eternity.

The world worships you with folded hands,

But I dwell in you like an innocent child.

© Copyright 2018 Rashmi S. Malapur All rights reserved.

With Love

Click.. Chittorgarh, Rajasthan, India

 

Everything seems to revolve round you,

Yet I’m so oblivious about your presence.

Even after travelling miles,

I seem to distance myself from you.

But, you are generous enough never to complain.

 

The beauty of your absence,

the subtlety of your presence.

Like a flowing river you shower your affection.

 

Not a day passes by,

when I give myself to the affectation of the world.

At the end I’m startled like a child whose toy is stolen.

After all daring attempts to be happy,

I read out my sufferings to you.

 

You gather a few breathes,

And shower your love unto me.

Alas, it’s only you who envelopes me,  

with care and affection.

Love will always be powerful

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Raging with fury, yearning to spit out the flux,
Words can’t suffice the expression of dismay,
After all the struggle, tired and famished,
Disgusted by perfect order and rules,
A touch of love dissolves the soul at war,
Unacceptable that love has the power to calm,
She shuns the lithe touch,
Back again love touches with braving innocence.
She sleeps, a calm resonance of unsettled desires picture in her eyes,
And trickle down in tears that adorn her pale cheeks.

 

Why Do I Write?

kothrud pune sun

@Kothrud, Pune, India

Writing

Screaming out to the heaven,
Loathing in disharmony,
Fuming in fathomless anger,
Restless regardless of the world,
Hiding, hoarding deep in
the shackles of daily worldly disdainful, tasteless world.
Weighing words with disgusting balance.
Yelling within, peaceful ‘me’ is just a sham.
Words wane the anger, disgust and fury
String of hurriedly typed words with a gush of emotion.
Now a peaceful me is a picture of perfect happiness.

Author’s Footnote:
When you are hurt you hit hard with words,You don’t know what you are hitting at, who are you hitting with words?
Some who read say, “You wrote well”,some call you insane,some ignore but, you write cause writing empties you and then fills you with immense joy. Words do have that soothing power.This poem shares my reasons for writing.

© Copyright 2016 Rashmi S. Malapur All rights reserved.

Meditation

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Photo: Clicked at Hanuman Tekadi, Pune. This is a must visit place in Pune.

In the clashing crowd of moments,
A thought creeps in,
You stealthily enter my soul,
To topple my world,
Everything within gets ruffled.
And I feel each part of my body getting pulled from all sides.
So much of resistance within to gather myself as one,
A strong force doesn’t let me stay calm,
A rendition of this extreme agonising skirmish ends only at your feet.
This tearing apart is no match to soul’s force
Of silence, faith and a serene touch.

© Copyright 2015 Rashmi S. Malapur All rights reserved.

 

 

Invain in pain is pleasure

barbed wire

On the wild road of life,
The dare devil succeed,
Not a minute to breathe not a minute to emote,
In the varied challenges of life,
Lay the answers to our growth,
The moment you give in,
It is a defeat in the battle,
Defeated a thousand times,
A barbed wire around your neck,
You struggle, bruised and you fall on the ground distressed.
Blood oozing from each part of your body,
Not a helping hand,
You gather all your might,
And pull out the barbed wire around your neck,
You scream with your vocal chord strained
And challenge time,
You walk on your path with courage,
With a belief that you have nothing to lose,
This time when you walk you have the strength of a hundred elephants
With the might and ferociousness of a lion.
You rule your life and your bruises start healing,
You see the brighter side of life
Fearing nothing, you live life like never before.
After this long journey, world watches your victory.
But, fail to see the painful journey and marks of your bruises.
All the pain that you felt has transformed to pleasure,
Invain in pain is pleasure.

© Copyright 2015 Rashmi S. Malapur All rights reserved.

The Dungeon

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A small kid in the dungeon,

Stuck in pitch dark and silence,

She thinks she is blind,

Suddenly after days of darkness,

A ray of light hits her eyes,

A sound of hope, a touch of love.

Makes her happy,

A voice calls her,

She runs towards the door,

And pushes it wide open,

To her surprise it just needed a slight push,

A whole new world of happiness opened.

Behind her a world of darkness, and ahead her a world full of brightness,

At the threshold life looked so beautiful.

© Copyright 2015 Rashmi S. Malapur All rights reserved.

Click by Amit Bose; © Copyright 2015 Amit Bose All rights reserved.

Dissolve in me

 

The strings of the material world will pull you.

Evading them, feeling them, touching them, and yet distancing from them will be a challenge for you.

It is but your test to distance and disconnect and connect with me.

You are a child who comes to me when you exhaust your energy in this maze,

And you search your way back to me for peace and tranquility,

Once you absorb it, you are back to the maze deceiving me and self, by saying you will stay disconnected.

Your child like promises won’t deter my determination to pull you back to me,

For the end is near and you have to dissolve in me.