My TBR Pile

History and historical fiction

Lie on top of all

The books that describe romance

Come next to horror and thrill

Biographies, self help, non-fictions

And travel stories with memoirs

Lie just below them

Or shall I say

They are the first bought books

I have lot to read, a shelf full

But I am still drowning in current book

Everyday, I look at my shelf

And heart swells with love

I swear not to buy new books

Till I finish off all these

But every second Sunday

I can’t stop myself and buy few more

There is no more space

On my TBR shelf

But the pile grows

No matter what my mind says

My heart has its own way

And thus it’s the story

Of my ever-growing TBR Pile

Blogging Insights

Dr. Tanya, this time hosts Blogging Insight prompt this time. She has given me a good opportunity to review my Blogging life and make changes if required for the betterment of my blog, so I thank her a lot for making me think about the future of my blog going through the past strategies.


I dream of getting noticed more. I see my blog trending. The stories and articles I write get more love and understanding. I wish my experiences and my stories help people to find a way out.


6 years back, when I started he blog, I was more active which took me from ground to the place where I am right now. But the ups and downs of my life made me slow and less active which resulted in stagnation of my blog. But now in the new year, I have decided to pull myself up and work on my blog. This is my dream and writing is my second love, after reading. It’s bit hard for me but I will fight and come back.

Hope every one supports and showers love on my blog as ever.

Wanderer soul trapped

I have always loved the journeys and not the destination. Since childhood I’ve been travelling, though to and fro from my native place to my grandparents town in summer vacations.

The lust for travelling has been since instilled and even after forty years is not quenched.

The journeys I took in my childhood and early teens have a strong effect on my memories. My comparisons, if any, in a scene or specially in the poems, comes from those memories.

I love reliving those light moments when everything felt like rejuvenating. Each movement, each step filled me with thrill. A destination gave me hope of new journey. Reaching at a place filled me with anticipation for the journey either return or continued one to another stop. This used to be a cycle.

In childhood days, I never wanted to reach the destination because all the enjoyment, excitement and new experiences laid in the journey itself and not the place. I mean for a while it’s ok but then your heart starts longing for the journey to another place, to new experiences and all.

For me the transit period is best. Stationary means dead, to me at least it seems so.

I had no mobile phone or digital camera when we traveled to show now, the journeys I have taken, to the places which are engraved in my heart but the photos are still tucked in the albums and kept safely. The memories live behind eyelids. So fresh, so lively.

These days I am not able to travel a lot, at least as much I desire to thus the pain of missing the roads is building up in my heart.

Whenever I hear or see someone on the go, I long to be a free soul of the wanderer. I want to be a nomad, stopping at a place where no one has been or very few have known. I want to mingle with the people and their culture, to be one with the nature. I don’t want to stay for long, just understand the place and it’s life then leave for new place to quench thirst of my eyes and soul, to see the nature’s and beauty.

I know that I am not here for forever so, whatever time I have left, I want to witness the nature’s creation. To feel it in first hand. To be out there in the nature and experience the creating force passing through me, giving me a new lease of life and unfolding the truth of our existence, the whole purpose of our being.