This isn’t poetry. This isn’t a sob story. Nor is it a victory song. This is your day and mine, as true as it can get.
There is a lot that goes behind thoughts becoming words and then, words coming live on pages. I have had the most eloquent mind( well, sometimes, there is just gibberish in there).
Random scribbles, words would find their way into my head and then, one day, arrange themselves into what I would like to believe ‘poetry’.
Most of my writings have had very few readers (few friends, mostly family). However, in my stint as a mentor and the ongoing one as a mother of two, I’ve been told often to write what I speak, write how my thoughts move.
Well, the pages in your hand are the outcome of the one constant encouragement I’ve had, my greatest fan and the biggest critic, my daughter, Vanhishikha Bhargava, who’d always say, “write mom and then, let’s get it published.”
It is her faith and encouragement that I put out here, it is my words and my journey that I hope you’ll be a part of as you read through.
Nothing in here is studied ‘serious’, ‘have to sit down and write’ kind of words. They are more, as I would like to believe, ‘ feel’ words written in all honesty, at the moment they came visiting.
Here’s hoping some words resonate with you.