The Heart Breaking Love Story

"Jiya! I'll slap you", said Love to Jiya, when she said she has no importance in anyone life. Yea, she has no existence for anyone. She is a broken heart now. She is full of pain and she is all alone. There is no one to share her heartache. It is an end of her world. She committed a mistake that she unintentionally hurt the self-respect. She doesn't know how to solve this problem and convince her lover that she is regretting and asking forgiveness. She is waiting for her lover to come back to her. She doesn't have any idea that what she should do. She doesn't know whether her lover comes back to her or not. She is crying a lot. Once her Love said that he will always with Jiya but now he leaves her alone to handle everything. She considers you her sea, where she remains stand alone and lonely, fighting for her Love. Where have you gone, Love? Jiya loves you very much. But now she has nothing. Her home of happiness and love is destroyed. She is being spoilt. She is in painful trauma. No one is here to console Jiya. What Jiya will do? She is waiting for her Love.                     

DROPS OF RAIN

Dear Rain,
What do you to me?
I don't understand
It seems a throbbing energy passing within me
It is taking away my fear and my hesitation somewhere
I don't know
Something is accepting my intriguing
Whether to hold it or not
What is it?
I don't have any idea about it
But, this is giving me a sheer of joy
And it sprays the dozes of freshness
What kind of reincarnation is this?
I don't know
Everything is shaking with thunder of life
Nobody is remained by your boosting life formula
Look at those plants what they say
They are hosting you by going green and beautiful branches
In fact, lifeless things become alive
Everyone is dancing for you
My hair, my body, my clothes are talking to you
I feel getting a new confidence
My lost determination hugs me one more time
This excitement sticks to me like a snail
What should I say to you Rain?
Just come and spread happiness

THEY THINK

THEY THINK

This is not my fault

People think

This is not what I think

People consider

This is not the world I live in

People snatch it

This is not my reality

People see it

This is not my complaint

People grieve

This is not my personality

People point finger on it

This is not my identity

People suppress

This is not my game

People bang it

This is not my home

People destroy it

This is not my dream

People smash it

This is not my trauma

People create it

These are not my words

People complaint

But this is not what I care about

Let them!!

RAIN OVER MY HEAD

RAIN OVER MY HEAD

I was on the terrace

I felt something drop on my nose

I turned my face in upward direction

And there was sudden gushing of drops all over my body

I was surprised to see the changing face of this Nature

Soil was flowing with sweet fragrance

I was letting this dust sat on my hands       

An airplane was flying in the dark moonlight night

It was flickering with lights – red, yellow, green and blue

Full of colors

And I raised my hand to bid adieu to it

I spread my both hand in a symmetrical manner

And closed my eyes to feel this dance of Nature

But sudden lightning of thunder gave me a kind of shiver to my body

I hold myself with my hands by crossing them

Stood still in awe

That how this Nature understood our problems which we were facing due to hot summer

It’s sweet gesture give us gentle relief and give unforgettable experience
That I should not give up until this life is over
I should keep on moving like the fluidity of a river
It gives me a signal to start my life all over again

Thank you, RAINY NATURE!
YOU come along with many influences which present hope as a gift to us
And take away sorrow with electric thunder

FATHER AND SON BOND

FATHER AND SON BOND

If a Mother is a wealth and the base of a family in which each and every member of the family lives together and shares happiness and sorrow with each other; then a Father is the protective shield of this base. If this shield gets weaker then everything becomes still. Oh God! We never see him cry or upset because we think that he is our father and he will be ok. He has this image of being strong. But sometimes we forget that he is also a human being. He also has needed to release his emotional drill. I don’t know that whether I would able to speak or say these words to him but definitely want to write to him. I am a girl. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t understand “father and son” relationship. In Indian community, we have the mindset that a mother loves a son more than a father. How can this be? A father is not expressive as a mother is. But that father loves his son equally. He cares for him since his childhood. He teaches him to ride a bike. He is the first inspiration to his son for shaving his beard in the earlier days of his puberty. He remains the best friend of his son for the rest of the life. He is the one who keeps himself awake in the night till his son is not at home. At every ring of the bell, he wakes up that his son has come. It only gives him sleepless nights. And he dozes off peacefully when his son comes home. He is the person who cries when he misses his son and not with him. Both a father and a son are the moral supporters for each other. But the fact is that that they will never reveal their true feelings and talk silently, without any words.

Oh, my father!

You no need to be mum

I will be happy if you share your feelings with me.

I know that I am not your son

But I am your daughter who always wants to see shining in your eyes and smile on your face.

TEARS’ HIDE AND SEEK

          TEARS’ HIDE AND SEEK

Tears, why are you playing dirty games with me?

You always come with emotions that we share with you

You are sweet if we are happy

You are salty if we are sad

You remain stuck when we don’t want to express any feelings

Then why are you not with me now

Why are you not dropping from lids of the eyes?

Why are not soaking the face with your saltiness?

Why are you so upset?

If don’t want, I will not let you down and ruin the redness of the face

I will roam around inside me

And I will live in agony

It is just that I keep forgetting my emotions

So, I am canvassing them on this page

So that I can remember this day of betrayal by you

Just come

Relieve me from this vulnerability

As I can’t take it any longer

PERFECT FAILURE

PERFECT FAILURE

Is there anything like PERFECT FAILURE?

If anyone asks me what is a failure? – I would say it is me

I am

Earlier, I failed but there was hope that never minds

I would do it

But now, things are not same

I lose my jest to do anything

It seems I am becoming the only reason for being failure

I cannot let myself drool over it for the rest of my life

I cannot hold on it

I have to move on from it

Yes move on, move on and move on