November 25, 2011

Quote from Neil Gaiman

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."

July 15, 2011


Don't think you are my life;
Neither am I willing to believe that it was love.
Sometimes just another face in the crowd,
But you are something else than all that's mentioned above.

Think of you when I shouldn't,
Not like I can't, but I just couldn't.
To substantiate my thoughts,
I don't possess any persuasive reasons,
To defy fate and the passing of torpid seasons.

At times the feeling strikes,
That you are so close by me and still beside;
The feeling at times is so real and seems true;
At times in the shadows of darkness I am not alone;
Cuz you are my inspiring light.

And when I don't feel your strong hands holding mine;
I am strandled alone on a lonely island;
Dreading the aching solitude;
Brought by thwarting cosmos and time.

Richa Sud

May 02, 2011

Impassive mistral

Under the bright sunlight kissing the spring leaves,
northerly wind quietly surged across the rivers,
towards the awaiting shore.

Lightly touching the canopy of green leaves,
Above the shimmering blue sea,
It shifted it’s gaze as quickly as it could be.

The direction it took was far astray,
Having crippled a branch,
it had bent it as such,
The tree standing at the shore felt,
as if it had been unwillingly touched.

The wind had moved along as it had come.
For a moment in time,
left its presence lingering through space,
It neither paused nor waited for anyone.

Far away quickly the cold-dry wind blew,
Unaware of what the branch had felt,
or of what it had itself done,
it held absolutely no clue.

Through the days that came,
Many more exotic sites had it exploited by then,
Many more leaves were moved carelessly by the wind,
Distant and trenchant it brushed through them in a gripping rush,
And then forgetting all it had done,
It continued to move on endlessly to the next,
with an unforgivable hush.

Richa Sud

April 16, 2011

Midnight Swan

The moon beamed through the green velvet leaves,
As her reflection struck by calm mystified lake,
he silently stood beside her,
A world so unreal appeared to be true,
Though the night was dying away,
They stood holding hands, wide awake.

The sun had set long ago,
Intimidating darkness made no difference,
The vast blanket of dark blue sky,
softly embraced the twinkling stars with a familiar essence.

Calm accompanied the ghastly depth of the night,
Stillness while they stood together so close,
Hands held graciously but tight,
For the two of them,
felt this was so right.

In the deep blue lake there floated a swan,
The white beautiful figure looked through the sands of time.
The night was to end sooner than one would have thought,
But like the two, he wished the night would forever go on.

Not every moment is perfect it had learnt,
Had watched several others on this path before,
The swan faced the moon humming it’s silent rhyme,
suave smooth eyes mirrored the stories from the past,
Grief for what was lost through time,
Cast away shadows in the darkness that felt vast.

Wise with time the swan had become,
Floated into the darkness towards the uprising moon,
Silently prayed that the mystery would uncover soon,
And that the two naïve souls would make these moments last,
Without turning the innocent sweet memories into,
nothing more than memories from the past.

Richa Sud

February 12, 2011

The necklace

Quietness of the night,
echoed across the room.
On the cherry wood floor,
silently it laid.
Features so perfectly round and shaped,
it gleamed plush white,
as it's gems reflected the beaming light.

A mere fallacy,
was what she lived in,
through the eyes of her mind.
A thin silver thread,
had garnered her wishes,
to help her escape the cruelty of time.

With her hopes and dreams,
it was abruptly snipped,
into two distinct halves.
What about it was so beautiful;
was a simple fanciful assembly of the pearls,
that it was made up of.

Nothing can be perfect,
is what someone had told her once.

Counting on her blessings,
the thought never occurred,
if it could ever be her loss.
Though the pearls were so pure and fine,
The connecting thin silver thread,
had it's own very minute hidden flaws.

She had held the necklace in her hand,
ran her fingers through the pearls,
touched them gently, she turned them in swirls.

And then one day,
massive ominous clouds covered the blue sky,
a quick lightning struck,
while the thunderstorms exploded,
with the clouds' mighty cry.

And the the necklace started to fall apart,
while some pearls endeavored to stay close.
so she held onto them with her enclosed fist,
trying to stop the pearls from falling through the open end,
and she felt definite tension in her wrist.

The storm was too strong,
it took her efforts away,
while she tried in desperation to hound.
she held onto some pearls in the string,
while one by one,
they started to descend with a painful sound.

The clatter of the pearls,
filled the air,
with immense energy they fell towards the ground,
bounced back and forth,
and then finally came to a rest,
some far, some near, but they were all around.

The beauty of the necklace didn't cease to exist,
the pearls continued to gloat their pride,
reflecting the sun's rays amidst the gray clouds,
they had no regrets for falling apart,
across and wide.

Together in the silver string or,
all by themselves,
they were still the same magnificent,
precious pearls.
If need be, they could always be brought together,
to form the necklace that was once hers.

Richa Sud

January 16, 2011

Lost Memories

Moments from the past captured by the lens,
bring back some smiles,
as I walk across the eroded,
yet so fresh memory lane,
and the clock ticks away slower, hence.

That one picture of you and me,
sends shivers down my spine.
Warmth spreads across my cheeks,
while my heart beat fades away,
as I inadvertently pause my breath.

There is a feeling,
feeling unexpressed.
it's the obscurity of the fog,
an uncertainty which keeps it all repressed.

As the days pass by,
something is lost..
In the depth of the ocean,
and the width of the sky,
a sparkle, a raindrop is lost,
amidst a confused silent cry.

Richa Sud