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

Sunday, 27 July 2014

My Best Friend

I met this gal three years ago. My first impression for her was "my god! She's so weird!" The way she ate, the way she walked and the way she talked was so different that I was attracted towards her. Then the usual talking began. We two didn't even realize when we became friends then best friends then roommate and now I call her as my daughter. Though, I say so for fun as she's a little irresponsible and I have to take care of her like reminding her to carry metro card!
It's her birthday today. She's away from me enjoying summer vacations so I shared this video and poem with her as they belong to her. Then, my stomach tickled and I decided to share it here too.

I never knew I will have her
That smiling face, shining eyes and curved hair

My daughter as i call that gal
My best friend as they see her

"Don't hide your problems", she says to me
then I say it all making even tears free

When we look into each other eyes
there's a sea, full of love, care
and of talks as we had a journey of miles

small small fights that we have
over unwashed mug, untidy room
notes sharing and going out
but they ended before our walk in the moon

same age same health and same height
is what we have if looked from outside

but what we have common, is beyond these things
innocence, emotions, fears, likes, mind and understandings

Friday, 25 July 2014

#15 Quote


It's Life!!

Life is full of colors. Yes, we do have some things in life that we don't wanna see, know,understand or lose just like always wishing for our favorite color. But we must remind ourselves that though we wish for our favorites but to know real happiness in life we must see, know and experience every color!

Hate shouts
Love smiles
Ignorance kills
Care heals
Missing pains
What yours comes again
Envy burns
Freedom lives
It's all life it’s all life!

Wednesday, 23 July 2014


Call him silly
He doesn't care his heart
Call her insane
She doesn't care the world

Monday, 21 July 2014

One life

We allow people to take decisions for us and that's the reason of losing happiness because failure of our own decisions can never make us to "regret". But, do take advises as I don't wanna spoil my readers' mind. Here is a #micropoetry dedicated for being "myself",

(P.S. I love #micropoetries!!)

It's my world
My choices
My mistake
My wish
My regrets
They, who see,
need not to say a word

Friday, 18 July 2014

My "You"

"Now, listen to me very carefully", Rohan directed her love, Nisha, while explaining their project on fluid mechanics to her.

She was lost in his thoughts looking at him with her eyes full of love and the discussion going over her head.

He took a pause, looked at her from the book and asked, "Got me?"

She amorously replied, "Yeah! I got you...and you?"

The fluid in mechanics took a romantic turn. He took her in his arms from the desk she was sitting on and said, “Yeah! My “you””.

She giggled and they smiled looking in each others' eyes.


Monday, 14 July 2014

Flying World

In our lost world,

We fly

With Some dreams

So weird

Some so high…

Thursday, 3 July 2014

My Glasses

I have been wearing spectacles since my sixth standard. I clearly remember that when I wore it for the first time I had cleared the lenses after every minute though it wasn't dirty just to look at them. Now, I rarely get time to do so. But I love my specs the same. I really enjoy adjusting them on my nose while answering in class (A nerdy feeling!!) But I must say; now I don't answer much in class as a normal Indian-Engineering-Student who prefers to keep mum and look around. Sometimes, specs irritate me too like in rain but now it's like my child who annoy you still you love it.

Now it's my silly poem for my beloved spectacles..

It is the one with glasses two
hanging on nose for a clearer view

It is the one guiding my eyes
hiding my blinks of my fear too shy

It is the one the one preserving my beauty
showing my nights of imaginations on duty

It is the one which get foggy in steam
adjusting it is like overlaying vex with attitude mean

It is the one which get drenched in shining tears
cooking with me stories when none fit to share 

It is the one listening to my ears
with strands of my hair to settle there

It is the one filtering your demeanor's sight
so be careful it catches what's wrong or right

It is a separable clung part of mine
revealing my identity and the spent on book time

It is the one without which I feel incomplete
as it serves as a knight for lusting freak

Wednesday, 2 July 2014

#13 Quote

Small things make you happy as they show "care".


If you show
It's not love
 If it comes
Unknowingly as sun
Then, it's a turn
Of True love

Tuesday, 1 July 2014

Lost Balloon

That balloon dreams
I used to see
Are gone
As I grew
For a rosy one 
To come
But this child 
Want the same
Aha! it's too insane .

Friday, 27 June 2014

Unequal Summer

Dry air
And hot sun
Many people burnt but
Not the hidden fortunate one

Thursday, 26 June 2014

A Portrait

A silent street
And the woeful Wind
Howling hair
And strong stares
Her journey seems foggy
Like her demeanor,
So shaggy