Monday, 22 September 2014

I am a nomad!

There's a good as well as bad news!
As per the customs, lets start with bad news.

I am about to close my blog here. Yeah! you read it right. I was thinking to do it since the starting of this year and the funny part is that I have started blogging here since last October only. I am an idiot and a lover of madness. I was getting bored of it looks, its style and of course my style. So, finally I concluded to close this blog.


*question 1*


Yes! Yes! Yes! I am closing this blog.

*question 2*


Go to your dashborad >> setting>> blah blah.. and you can easily find it out there, how to remove your blog.

*question 3*


Oops! I forgot to mention. I am closing this blog as I have updated my blog at WordPress. Yeah! That's the good news. I have even posted some new posts  at my new WordPress blog.

With an open heart, I invite you all to my new blog,

It's just the domain and looks that I have changed not its soul which lies in me. 
I would be glad if you follow and support my new blog in the same way you did for this one. 
Do leave your comments and feedback. I would love to read them.

Viditi Bhargava

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

I Wanna Dream

I wanna dream
Write it somewhere
Then leave
I wanna dream
Share with someone
Then live

I wanna dream
I wanna dream


Saturday, 16 August 2014


I wanna see the world
With you beside

This beautiful sun
And those darling nights

The racing water
And some mountain sights

Those happy moments
Or a gloomy tide

 Everything means with you
No matter how's the time

But without you
I wanna hide, I wanna hide.

Thursday, 7 August 2014

A Cycle

This poem I wrote for a contest that didn't work out. It describes our existence on earth, our evolution and our cycle. We are born then we live to die and this cycle goes on. And same is for our planet, Earth. It describes the importance of being "grey". That is, good and bad are always there with a balance. Now, I think, it's going quite boring so just read it and feel free to share your opinion with me on the same.

Let's move back like ago three billions
Where there's nothing except some illusions
Warily O warily, this emptiness wailing hollow 
Walked towards a dazzling shadow to make it hallow
Then, the grace the sheen and the floating traits
Trolled the distance between, to bud a wad
And this is how man got its first trace
In something called life, a race

Now, we on the page One of Man's story
Where he's on the learning path to glory
Gaily O Gaily, He's trying working and fighting to live
To do justice to a gift that universe rarely gives
Then the fire the food and the turning wheel
Set "ON" the playing pictures of his life's reel
And then, he makes his dormant emotions agile
That carry the power to turn him both, Strong and fragile.

He played the role of a father mother sister or a brother
And of a son daughter friend enemy or a lover
Slowly O slowly, he learned to help to give and to care
But to learn only good and divine is, darling, a dream mere
With light comes the dark; with good time comes the hard
So, with truth he gained lies and with friendship he made envy ties
While giving birth to man another, he didn't hesitate to kill the other
With kindness he turned greedy as the lust and luxuries tickled him hungry

Beginning with all good then slowly tainting
is a godly wisdom to attain nothing enchanting
Freely O freely, every positive have to meet opposite
To, again, be a balanced zero with stability lit
Man has followed the same thus on a way to destruction
to end this land which is preparing for a new excursion
The wrong shall rise, for the above right so holy
to complete the cycling wheel for the start of a new journey.



Tuesday, 5 August 2014


"It's you” she replied.
 He kept on rereading her message.
 He was confused between "is" and "was" for her "it's".


Wednesday, 30 July 2014

A Busy Tale

With pages
She turned her life
With characters she lived
Little did she know
There's a life outside
Where he always stood
Right beside her right