Father’s Day -Being a dad.

images (62)It’s fathers day and what you do is cordially shake the hand of your dad and wish him a happy Father’s Day. All those words you want to tell him, how much gratitude you feel towards him, all those things which overwhelms your heart remains buried in the shambles of a handshake.

Relationship with dad.

Most of the time the relationship we have with dad is quite different from that with mom. Dad mostly doesn’t have time to hear all the ramblings of our heart like mom does. But with him by our side every problem dispels. When everything goes wrong in life I tend to call dad.

Emotional support

I have gone through few hard phases of my life with some unfaithful friends. Anguish and tinge of depression outlining my feeble mind. I call up-to my dad and ask him what shall I do?

He asks me to do what I want, even to return home if I can’t take it anymore that too when he had lost his job. But my dad didn’t rear a coward who would run away just because of few unfaithful friends. He has taught me to fight and to raise above all odds.

Yelling game

I yell at dad, our opinions conflict most of the times. Most of the kids are scared of their dad. I fear, not of his anger but of his dissapointment. I am scared if I don’t live upto my daddy’s expectations.

My dad was there to hold on to everytime my steps faltered. I failed more number of times in my goals than any other daughter would . It might be because I dream too big, dad never curtailed my dreams. I have heard about parents who flinch in the face of educating their daughters. I have a dad who told me to do my masters when he didn’t have a single penny in his hand and we were struggling to make the ends meet. So I am exceptionally grateful.

He knows it all

My dad doesn’t prefer me writing. As you all know if one takes writing as a career the possibility one would end up starving is extremely high. He bought me Harry Potter and at a point he severely warned me I should stop reading and writing completely. Can’t blame him, my obsession towards books is too high. Dad always knows what his little girl wants. If I desire for something I needn’t ask him I want it. It would be on my table the following day.

I wanna tell dad just one thing

I love you dad. I am lucky you are my dad. I know we are your world. But Dad we know how much you have sacrificed for us. I simply know our happiness is all you need. Life may be hard dad, it has never been easy. you are my strength. You may think you are old, but in my eyes you are the same superhero who is strongest in the world, let years pass but you are my superhero. And you will ever be the best dad in the world.

Happy Father’s Day my dearest super hero.



I can hear laughter,

People are mocking at me,

They hate me,

Moron they call me.


They stare like I am a lunatic

Like wires of my head are hanging broke

They make faces,

As if I don’t exist here.


I am suffocating

Can’t breath, dying with every step.

Don’t feel like I belong here

In the first place


Depressed and demotivated

Broken beyond repair

Uncertain, am I really dwelling in a dream land?

Far away from reality


But I no more do care,

My future is still ain’t written,

I am penning the best

The tale of my life.


Boring, they called me

Walking through the world of dreams

Dodging in self speculation

Still my dreams that you call unattainable


Ain’t so far away,

Thank you world bullying me

You did teach me

Calling me a loser


Made me pull myself,

Gather myself,  anger is the key.

Tears fueled the onset of my dreams

I learned to pick myself up.


I need no world to accept me

Never want to be loved.

For you taught me to love myself,

Tomorrow is my day.


Grab it, time will be in my favour,

Ain’t give up,

Tired of falling down,

Walk for you know you can do it.


This is the moment

Get up, it is time.

Break the barriers, shed the uncertainties

It’s time to fly.


It’s time to feel the sunshine,

Breath the fresh air,

I have made mistakes,

I strike it out, tossed it out to dustbin


Starting in a new page,

No one would write it for you

Let it in, the magic of life.

Let the pen slide, do the unspoken


Do the unthinkable

For its your life,

Unattainable, still it’s your dream

Though people call you are done


Though you are poor,

World call you are quite impossible ,

All the tears are never gonna be waste,

Your anger, your fire is all you need.


Start working

Success ain’t far

For you know you can

Let’s prove the world wrong once more.






Mother’s Day wishes

download (2)I think this post is being penned towards the end of the day when all people out there are done wishing their mommies. I love my mommy like almost every one of you do. My mommy is the best I would tell, just like every daughter loved dearly by her parents do.

My mom….

She is an embodiment of love though she has quite a temper and yells at poor me, not to mention I am not a ideal daughter. My mom facial expressions tune the actions of us, three daughters. Parenting is not easy and now I feel how successful she was from the fathomless attachment I feel when I board on the bus to my work place. My mom is the strongest person I have come across. She from a family where she has 4 elder brothers and two elder sisters who completely drifted apart after her parents death. Well, I must mention having such a big family ain’t matters. Just one loving sibling would do.

Mom, I have seen her tears and laughter alike. I hate to see my mom cry.

Just a single day she is sick, house turns a mess. She tells me I don’t want this, it’s okay. I can manage. Though she is in desperate need of it. I don’t know I can ever hide something from mom. My mom is not my friend. She can never be like a friend because friend cant be even  of 1/4 th of importance my mom is to me.

People ask me why do you tell everything to your mom she might be worried. I tell them my mom taught me to share whatever it is good or bad. Let it be happiness we bask in its mirth together. Let it be sadness we worry together. She was my strength inspite all the difficult times we went through.life was never easy.

Mommy smiles with her chocolate brown eyes. She is the greatest beauty the world ever set its eyes on. We don’t always tell each other how much we love perhaps true love shan’t be expressed in words.

My mom, when I hug you I feel……what words can’t suffice to tell.

I know you work around the clock. I am too lazy to help you. I am sorry if I ever made you sad. I am sorry. I am so proud of you.

There are few people who boast they order thier mom around. They tell they make her do what they want.There was a person who told me as it was a credit that they would make their mom cry.

You can’t order around my mom. She is brilliant and wonderful. She is strong and resourceful. If I ever fight with my mom there would be a yelling game proceeded by tears. Then perhaps the feeling is mutual, we reconcile within seconds. I am not a bad daughter after all. She taught me put my family first.

Mom, you are so wonderful. Being your daughter is an honour. I may not be all you want me to be. But you are all I can ever ask for. You are the best and not even once ,or never will I think you less. You are the most irreplaceable gift god has bestowed upon me. You are my love mommy. I love you.

Mom wish u the best mothers day-perhaps you are indeed an angel in the shape of my mom.

My wishes to all the strong angels out there…..to all the moms…..happy mothers day

Tackling depression

At times life may not have a pull or an urge to pursue further.
The very place you dwell  might just be infested with hatred filled people who make sure your life is a living hell . Almost every soul around you hates you.

Things you do may take an unfavoured turn or you might perceive that you are a lot cause. Your heart tend to be heavy that moreover like an iron weighing a ton has been fastened around your heart.
There might always be fear or anticipation for life ahead.

Depression, stress and anxiety might be devouring you alive. You would want to weep out aloud. You might be demotivated, succumb to the feeling that you are never gonna make it.You might feel like quitting .

Perhaps you might feel useless, wasted and exhausted

Nobody seems to understand, nobody cares, death might appear as an easier option
and when tide is not our favour.

The thing that will get you going in the hardest of times

Think of  your family  how much you mean to them….you are loved and forever will be

We always quarrel with our family.And might disagree with the point of views of our siblings or parents but no one can deny your family loves you the best. images (38).jpeg

The so called Friends (acquaintances)

And people around you.Those double faced chameleons, ask them to screw themselves. Please, they do you no good, however hard you act,trying to remain tranquil and pleasant, they aren’t going to pleased. We always incline to be over cautious about other people’s opinions . Those blank headed warts, they are never going to think good about you . So don’t give a damn. I am going on preaching this and still do. For god sake live for yourself.

“Successful people don’t have friends “-Sheldon Cooper

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Whatever I do go wrong, may be I am a lost cause

Perhaps things are not in your favour today

Panicking is never going to provide you a solution . Just analyse the problem after detoxifying your brain from the malignant affliction called stress. Stressed is an excuse you give to your imbalanced self. Just relax. This is not the end of world

“nothing is impossible under the sun”

nothing is impossible even above it, with present technology even that is possible.

Let me tell you a truth.

I am a person who panics for no particular reason and my dad will be like

Dad:”So do you think it is a valid reason to be panicked? ”

Me:”no but I am tensed”

There are bigger problems in the world, neither the richest nor the poorest is happy.

Venting out your feelings to someone you trust might help a lot.

tomorrow is yet an another new beginning.Things are surely going to get better.

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Successful people never give up. Hope is always the answer.

Ps:maybe this post might or might not be helpful .It may have many flaws.  These were predominant things that helped me. Perhaps there are lot of little things that helped me out. I will be happy to share it with you if you like.unnamed (3).gif

My boyfriend checklist.

images (25).jpegAlmost every girl has expectations on her boyfriend. Well I never had any so today I pen things which I think my boyfriend should possess  . Perhaps his looks.

Hair-untidy black, messy growing all over the place.

Eyes-bright green must make everyone tell you have your mother’s eyes.

Height-no bar.

Character-brave gryffindor.

Additional qualities -must have least regard for rules. Must be there always to save the day.

Academic excellence -must be exceptionally good at defence against dark arts.

Qualifications :A Hogwarts degree, must be qualified to be an auror.

Rare qualities: unflinching in face of danger.Must be ready to sacrifice his life for friends(only if they are true like Ron and Hermione) or else you would have to bear dire consequences .

Extra curricular :Must be a good quiddich player.Youngest seeker in the history of Hogwarts.

Language credentials -parseltongue, English…you can learn mermish, troll or anything you like, coz you adored Dumbledore .

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Boggart-i don’t mind your biggest being a dementor, I am ready to accept you with your flaws.

Identity marks- lightning bolt shaped scar on the forehead.

Ps: I know a lot of girls would try to use love potion on you so be careful. And don’t forget I am good at jinxing and I don’t mind using crucio even on you if you ever think of cheating.

Did I end up describing Harry Potter again…….potterheads never change.







Insane love

images (18)Murk beyond darkness

In a self imposed confinement

he remained

Until she unfurled his madness.


Insane her eyes drew cold

He remained reticent

The darkness which once awed

Now solely induced tenebrosity


The darkness of the room

Held a contour of pain.

Unknowing he smiled

At a lunatics uphevel


The winter nights drew

The stains of blood remained

At times he did wonder

From which yonder these droplets erupt


Eerie it was

Indeed blind in love he was

Until the very night he saw

Her teeth immersing into the raw flesh


Astonished he watched

Her teeth devouring his flesh

For he wished to warn other suitors

The female cannibal on prowl


Too late he was a ghost.

The girl knows how to hunt

He reckoned ,slowly whisking his flesh which outlined her cheeks

Love is insane indeed.


People would reckon it as love

I would rather yell

Hey you lame idiot

Was your brain rotting

When she made you a nutter all over?


A selfish woman’s day wish

My post and picture doesn’t adhere much anyways

I would like to wish happiness and joy to all the women in the world ….

Stop. …stop. ..stop not all the woman.

I would like to extend my warm hearted wishes to the wonderful women out there but let me get this straight…. But not to everyone.

If you were good and nice to me please omit the below section….

Certain bitches… No wishes for you… Let your life rot, hope you go to hell…. And let this year be so worse that you should think every second why am I born as a girl. ….

You filthy scum bags, you are the reason why world generalise woman as manipulative and egoistic. Just because certain women treats guys like shit and throws them like scrap away and puts on a whole lot of drama.

Speaking of drama, I love theatre but not these tantrums thrown out by these scrawny bitches. I wish a hell of women’s Day for the woman who made my life pretty bad.

My ex roomie… First place because  its like stack, last in first out. I hate you filthy egoistic thrash. Seriously you b-hexa i did you nothing wrong. But you treated me like shit. I have an unflinching desire to immerse a heeled shoe on your face.

The set of girls who made my life nothing worse than living hell. I actually don’t remember your name because I did delete you from my brain but the scars remain…. So if a dung ball fall on your head don’t panic. It will be I who planted it over your head.

My dearest pinnochio nosed aunts

I know I am ugly, I don’t want you to compare my looks with my perfect cousins .All those perfect girls with perfect curves. I prefer brains to beauty and I am happy as I am. I don’t want you to lament on my looks anymore. Go to hell you edgy gossipheads.

There are lot of women. Who made me feel nothing greater than shit.Made me endure a series of depression.This did make me strong and independent. Well wish the above mentioned people a worse life filled with sorrows and misfortune  ..men actually never bothered me.I respect them for that.

My heart felt wishes for woman out there

Who made me smile, who taught me to strive, who kindled the fire in my heart.

My wishes to the woman who dreams

Not for those who belittles her dream because she is a woman.

My wishes for the woman who strive for a change, for the one who is a change.

For one who gives her food to her hungry kid cheating her stomach.

One who strives all day and night

One who works in office by day and home by night.

One who is lost behind  the kitchen smoke dwells in its shadows

For all the single mothers out there.

For all the moms who speak to dads on behalf of their kids.

For every girl who spreads her smile.

For every girl who walks out of her house with a stranger her parents chose.

For every woman writer who pens the strength

For every woman who have accomplished ,and for every woman who tried to be accomplished.

For everyone woman who has the grit to try what people tell is beyond her reach

To my mom my strength, my sisters(arent woman yet-just children….future woman) above all my granny who is up there in heaven smiling over my follies.

To all the women out here in WordPress . If you are in WordPress if you are reading my work… You can’t be bad. I will always love you.

As far as I know almost all the women I know in WordPress are big sweethearts at times too strong willed and indeed too kind hearted and supportive .

I wish you all the happiness and a hearty woman’s day wishes.

Ps:i am a bit rude, this is who I am…bear with me….

Loads of love

Anagha M

The Christmas

images (2)The winter snow nuzzled my skin. The icy wind oogled at my ears as snow flakes settled on my coat. I whisk it away entering a colourful shop. I never do get the feeling it is Christmas until I stumble into toy or gift shops, jingle bells tickled in glee announcing my arrival . The toy trains whistled gushing through the tiny caves and leaping through the miniature bridges. I found kids fidgeting with their parents for gifts. A finely dressed lady walked next to me and enquired “what are you looking for madam? “.

I averted my eyes from a furry teddy bear which I was admiring. I smiled at her”nothing for now” I said”I am here to meet Mark”.

“I guess you are on the wrong time. I think he is kind of busy now”she said.

“I am in no hurry…. Mm”…Linda I said reading her name tag. “I think you must pay attention to your other customers, Mark can be bad ass at times ”

She nodded giving me a kind smile and moved on to other family buying gifts. I loved the clatter of kids and merriness of Christmas inspite of the fact I don’t have anyone back at home waiting for me.

My brother is with his family in Seattle. I have already send gifts for him, his lovely wife and my adorable niece. I don’t have any boyfriends as a matter of fact I broke up with the third boyfriend my brother arranged for me,he broke up with me stating I am so stone hearted.  And no presents today, as my darling brother prefer to send me money rather than gifts, my brother is absolutely adorable and utterly stupid. I always wished for a gift.

I traced my finger on a tiny fluffy bunny. Suddenly I saw someone else staring at the same bunny. I bent down at the little figure a tiny boy of ten, “you want this?” I asked .

He nodded”how much does it cost? “.

“Do I look like a sales lady? “I asked offended.

“Sorry” he replied..

“I was just messing with you little one “I said placing the toy on his hand.

I let out a small laugh…

“you look beautiful when you smile “he replied examining the toy. I sat on a chair next to him. This serious looking little one really amuses me.

A dejected expression crossed his brow. He left the toy and moved towards the exit. “You left it here,you seemed to love it” I said.

“it was for my sister, thanks for your concern “he said moving out.

“hey” I called.

“I’ll get you it”I said.

“really, I’ll pay you back”he said.

“never mind”I said handing over the toy to him. It didn’t actually cost much,but that little boy reminded me of my brother. I felt good.

“looks like someone learnt the joy of giving “Mark remarked strottling out to the shop. Mark is an old man in his late sixties .I sat by his side.”It is always a pleasure to see you Anne. “he said.

We sat in silence, he is more like the only friend I have here. “Mark, I feel lonely “I said at last.

“you are such a wonderful child,the world is filled with wonderful people, may be Christ is waiting at your doorstep”he said. “I must go my grandkids might be waiting for me,merry Christmas Anne”

I sat at an lonely bench in the park. It was filled with Christmas cheer, but slowly the noise died down. I walked up to my house unbolted the closed door. It was twelve at night. I woke up at the rattling noise at my living. Fear engripped me, I took a large vase and moved to the living switching on the light. I brandished my vase startled nearly dropping it.

There near my Christmas tree stood a 2 foot long creature. I gripped the vase hard slowly moved towards the creature. It looked like Dobby in Harry Potter. Dobby i shrieked.

The tiny creature screamed hiding behind me “who is Dobby? ”

I looked at him confounded, “I am johnny”he said extending his tiny hand.”i am not meant to show myself, make sure you don’t tell Santa”.

I took his bony hand and stared at him dumbstruck.

“please stop staring at me miss”he said” I am not that weird to look at”

Weird is an understatement when it comes to the creature which stood in front of me. Bony figure with a green sweater and white fur. Large pointed ears protruding through tiny holes in his cap.



Two years with WordPress, you gotta be kidding

Two years with WordPress. I never realised until a minute ago I have completed two years with WordPress. It taught me to write, well perhaps made me believe  people don’t puke reading my work. I never had a mere idea I could pen poems until I ventured in here.

Thanks my dear friends for reading my little attempts to write and thank you for always being there and encouraging me at every tiny step I take.Thankyou for accepting me as I vent my feelings out at times. Thanks for your constant support and love

Love you loads my dearest WordPress family.

With love

anagha murali