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👏Thank you Misti for the beautiful poems on Chaya. Always loved your poems from 2010 to now...u pen it so beautifully the pain and sorrow. All your poems on Radhika in CB1 WOW!!!!👏

OMG...till now I get goose bumps watching CB1 especially the first 10 months. The concept, story and the characters created by the Shettys were beautiful...later when they left..the show went in different directions but still the concept of RaDEv was maintained till the end.

But so good to see all our friends posting their thoughts about the CB1 and Cb2 here...going over all the beatiful scenes, I feel like going and seeing cb1 again for all those scenes.

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYUEpN837-0&feature=related[/YOUTUBE]

Originally posted by: Neerjaa

Misti when i read your poem about Chhaya thinking about her son , i just remembered a song from AAkhri Khat where indrani mukhaji dies leaving behind a son and the journey of that child ...There is one song which somehow i found identifies with chhaya and this song also touch your soul like your poem ...I found it similar to chhaya,s pain , she was also helpless ...

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYUEpN837-0&feature=related[/YOUTUBE]

The Wait...

Sitting by the window pane I have willed my life away

I keep looking at the winding road, and keep my fears at bay

Lingering in the hope that one day you will trace your path to me

You are the one whom my love has sown but whom I could not see

Wonder if you ever think of me when you are one with your thoughts

Or am I of not that significant to you for it to matter naught.

Usually I sit and hum a song to keep my weary heart at bay

But then in a while I realize that it is a lullaby that I am singing all day

It is the same one that I sang to you whilst I first held you in my arm

And I also sang it to an empty cradle, to calm my broken heart as a balm

Do you ever recollect that moment however minute it might have been

Do you have any memories of the one that you are part of, but who has been kept unseen.

Poor mother no one comforted the child but only fed him duty and more duty and to always feel greatful and obliged no one to kiss him when he hurt himself only had to wait till his wife came who would take care of him and kiss him

At dusk in the meadow by the winding road when the neighboring children are at play

I sometimes see you running around with arms outstretched as a free bird may

My face breaks out in a smile and unknown to me I start to wave

You see me and come exclaiming "Mummy did you see me flying away"

Sometimes I see you falling down and my hands stretch out to break your fall

When it strikes me that that my arms are empty, you are just my hearts recall.

SO sad only one hard hearted dada who was bit liberal but can he replace a mother

When I see an unknown figure walking up the winding road towards where I live

My heart filled with hope that you have come back to me begins to heave

Although I hold the rods in the window to stop me from running to the door

Still I move in a daze to see whether the unknown figure is the one who is in my core

I always return empty handed, with my eyes dry of tears

And I am back to sitting by the window waiting for you to come near.

Originally posted by: sigrid

👏Thank you Misti for the beautiful poems on Chaya. Always loved your poems from 2010 to now...u pen it so beautifully the pain and sorrow. All your poems on Radhika in CB1 WOW!!!!👏

Chaya was one of the characters which did not have a closure on CB2. It left us thinking about her as to where she is and what happened to her.😭

I feel we all were cheated in CB2, the way it was publicized and than the way the story went...with writers changing and the concept changed...I feel so sad and bad that the writers killed with their own hands the golden goose.If they would have stayed true to the story and did not keep changing tracks for the sake of TRPS...we would have had a mind blowing CB2. As I saw the last video interview of Avina on IF, they did say it is the script which brings the TRPS. Zee, PH and creative's and the writers had such talented actors who were so poplar and loved. The show had come back due to public demand of Avina...alas...no need to cry over the spill milk.😭

OMG...till now I get goose bumps watching CB1 especially the first 10 months. The concept, story and the characters created by the Shettys were beautiful...later when they left..the show went in different directions but still the concept of RaDEv was maintained till the end.

But here is CB2,it was all about the TRPS due to which,writers kept changing the track so often and not letting audience enjoy or digest the track even for few weeks before they brought in change.

But so good to see all our friends posting their thoughts about the CB1 and Cb2 here...going over all the beatiful scenes, I feel like going and seeing cb1 again for all those scenes.

I really want to thank you for posting such positive thoughts and poems..and keeping us all connected. God bless u.

Originally posted by: Neerjaa

Misti when i read your poem about Chhaya thinking about her son , i just remembered a song from AAkhri Khat where indrani mukhaji dies leaving behind a son and the journey of that child ...There is one song which somehow i found identifies with chhaya and this song also touch your soul like your poem ...I found it similar to chhaya,s pain , she was also helpless ...

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYUEpN837-0&feature=related[/YOUTUBE]

Originally posted by: chalhov

The Wait...

Sitting by the window pane I have willed my life away

I keep looking at the winding road, and keep my fears at bay

Lingering in the hope that one day you will trace your path to me

You are the one whom my love has sown but whom I could not see

Wonder if you ever think of me when you are one with your thoughts

Or am I of not that significant to you for it to matter naught.

So heart touching whereas both the yashoda maiyas trying to grab him the real mother waiting for him but no loe from them only demands do this dont do this

Usually I sit and hum a song to keep my weary heart at bay

But then in a while I realize that it is a lullaby that I am singing all day

It is the same one that I sang to you whilst I first held you in my arm

And I also sang it to an empty cradle, to calm my broken heart as a balm

Do you ever recollect that moment however minute it might have been

Do you have any memories of the one that you are part of, but who has been kept unseen.

Poor mother no one comforted the child but only fed him duty and more duty and to always feel greatful and obliged no one to kiss him when he hurt himself only had to wait till his wife came who would take care of him and kiss him

At dusk in the meadow by the winding road when the neighboring children are at play

I sometimes see you running around with arms outstretched as a free bird may

My face breaks out in a smile and unknown to me I start to wave

You see me and come exclaiming "Mummy did you see me flying away"

Sometimes I see you falling down and my hands stretch out to break your fall

When it strikes me that that my arms are empty, you are just my hearts recall.

SO sad only one hard hearted dada who was bit liberal but can he replace a mother

When I see an unknown figure walking up the winding road towards where I live

My heart filled with hope that you have come back to me begins to heave

Although I hold the rods in the window to stop me from running to the door

Still I move in a daze to see whether the unknown figure is the one who is in my core

I always return empty handed, with my eyes dry of tears

And I am back to sitting by the window waiting for you to come near.

Misti liked the poem very much full of mother's love and anticipation for the child she had to forceably give away 👏👏👏

Nor is it that you don't matter much

Just because my feelings are cloaked in silence

Maybe that's why people's feelings are such

But their views regarding what is essential to me

Makes me wonder why can't they ever see

That my eyes contain all the pain and yearning

Just they who think know me, need to be a bit discerning

And understand that one does not always need to speak in order to express

Sometimes a studied silence can project the thought s that one suppress.

It is this silence that has hidden my fears

And cloaked my insecurities to those who think are near

It has made me learn to live not showing my thoughts

Because you were not there, the one whom I sought

But they were all there in my eyes

For that part of me could never support the lies

Maybe if you were around then you would have known

What others have tried to negate and to disown

That you do matter to me, for you are my own

You are my mother, you are the one who would have made this house a home.