Altering Landscape

For all the land and water,
for all the skies blue.

Those who are at a fight, constant,
claiming to legalize the stretched view.

For thousands of years passed,
the landmasses had been shifting.

The land which was once in the west,
seems now to be east existing.

The stories, the times, the era of the past,
which now seem to be the inherited cultural source,

Existing proofs of all these have been found all over the earth we know,
in places so far unexpected, and in deep dark drowning oceans decepted.

Thou claim the land as you want, but never forget the pact,
Yes, your pact of life, i.e. survival exists not mere than eighty years.

And like everything returns to his creator,
you too shall return to this land, in your dark stage of twilight.

As these men who think they claim it,
are themselves not mere than dust.

Coz it's not nature that's from us,
But us from mother nature arise.
                                 
                                                  -Vartika Saxena

Photographs -(keeper of rusted memories)

(Happy World Photography Day)

The richness of the photographs lies in their yellowing with time.

Although the pictures, be it on paper or wrapped up around the digital coding, speaks volume about those times lived.

The happiness, the emotions, and all the roller coastered time during those already spent portions of life come whirring around your imaginative eyes.

It's powerful, it's enchanting and it pulls you into that precise perfect time, with a snap of a finger,
and there you are living those moments again and again, like a dope being pulled out of its senses, it pulls you into it as if a magical spell being cast upon.

It makes you re-live those moments again and again,
and the best part is the natural autocorrect, as with time it eliminates all the painful emotions connected to these little pieces of paper.

Photographs, no doubt are the most advanced yet the oldest method of travelling.

You can no wonder visit places where you have been to, to the people who no longer can meet you in the physical world.

Photographs are the external memory of our brain as it stores all the forgotten stories, times, and feelings we had ever lived.

All you have to do is -click the button and there you go capturing memories for a lifetime.
                                                       -Vartika Saxena 

WHITE ENVELOPES (From dear sister to a brother)

Colorful threads enclosed within,
with letters of love and care;
Dispatched to plains far off,
through crowded places and deserted traces
with men of different races and extremely stranger faces!

Finally carried by mailman to the unknown doors,
to familiar people residing within,
sharing common childhood house-hold.

Household of everlasting memories and a booster for nostalgia.

These familiar humans far off have been an important part, despite distance long enough they never came out of the heart.

Belonging of togetherness so pious value it beholds!

These people who are a part of home, have a little home away from home.

Calling out to all the dear lovely brothers,
no matter whether you are far off, or someplace near,

My love and blessings will always be there, no matter how much the sky seems clear.

Those colourful, memories will remain,
enclosed within white envelopes which I share with you every year.
                                                           -A sister
                                                      Vartika Saxena