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

MY GREATEST FEAR

MY GREATEST FEAR

My greatest fear is to lose myself

I have wasted time it seems

And it is too going on with its own rhythm

I am still standing there at just one point

Can I say that I am stuck?

I have just realized that where are my mistakes?

I don’t want to share them with anyone

Now, I cried twice for one thing

I am suffocating

My throat is choking

Heart is sinking

Head is swirling

I know that why I am Loosing

Failures are getting me

I am unable to rise and don’t have zing to do

Life is tearing apart

It is just my greatest fear or my biggest dumbness

Or maybe both

I don't know

SOMEONE, SOMETHING LOST IN ME

SOMEONE, SOMETHING LOST IN ME

I am pretty sure nowadays

That I have lost something in me

I do not know

If this is a thing of today or yesterdays

It was my mistake that I let myself hang on 

In fact, this is not worth it 

If I remember them, 
It will break my heart in sort of a way 

But I, still, hang on you

O my friends 

I have no answers that I, still, rely on you

But this is life, and it goes on and on

They have gone to separate paths
When it was impossible for me
To keep me apart from you

I know that I can't let myself 
To forget about the moments
That we share and live together

I can not stop you
But those memories keep my hold on you. 

And these will always be with me 

I promise I never let it fade off my mind

Goodluck!️

WHAT HAPPENED WHEN I LOST A WILL

WHAT HAPPENED WHEN I LOST A WILL

I lost a will of mine

It seems I have lost everything with all the doors closed

Nothing looks fine

Darkness grabs me in its clutch

I found myself nowhere

Devils hover around my head every time

Heart sinks into ocean of negative energy

Eyes see only blank loops

This happens when I see no way to come out

Everything goes against you – time, money, relationships, friendships: Everything

It is only us who can do it.

We have to make efforts to change our way to live.

 So that we can create our new will

And live once again

I DON'T WANT AN ANSWER

I DON’T WANT AN ANSWER

O, friend!

I don’t want an answer anymore.

I have waited for it so long

That I don’t want to see you anymore

I blocked you on every social networking site.

So, that we cannot contact each other anymore

I got a call from you after I forbid you on my WhatsApp number

But I didn’t pick it up

As my cell was not with me at that time and I, too, did not try to call you back

But it did not give me any awkward feeling

Because you were not with me when I was going through some tough time

You were not friended with me anymore

Suddenly, oh friend you left me like that

At least I deserved an explanation from you

I tried to talk to you on many occasion

That why you left

But I did not get any reply

I was your best friend

It hurts me that your departure made me alone in the crowd of people

When I seek for a friend you were not there

Everything became so formal

That it suffocated me for longer

And I, too, stop talking to you

Now, this stuff becomes a past and I don’t wait for your answer any more

I felt inner calm that finally I get rid of you

That was the last text “Thank God you left”

Story of a girl

एक लड़की है जय श्री
थोड़ी है निडर, थोड़ी है डरी
है सुंदर,कुशल,सुशील वो
है थोड़ी डामा डोल भी वो।।

जिंदगी उसकी खास है
अलग ही उसके एहसास है
है सुंदर भी है भोली भी
थोड़ी है बड़बोली भी।।

कुछ खोने से है डरती भी
कुछ यूं ही पल पल मरती भी
कुछ पाना भी है चाहती
कुछ कर दिखाना भी है चाहती
जग के गमन अंधेरे से
खुल के जीऩा है चाहती।।

है खौफ उसको परिवार का
है लज्जा उसको प्यारी भी
कैसा होगा कल उसका
यह सोचने की है बिमारी भी।।

कुछ करने की है चाहत भी
कुछ थोड़ी है खिलखिलाहट भी
क्या यह जो किया वो सही किया
है थोड़ी उसमे आहट भी।।

फैसले लेना भी जानती है
पर फिर भी कुछ परेशान सी है
उसे कल की आशा है बेहतर
पर फिर भी कुछ हैरान सी है ।

हो पूरा उसका हर सपना
यही बात "परम" है कहता है
है उसकी दुविधा मे साथ सदा
हर पल हर वक्त कोई रहता है।।

॥परम॥

MAN IS A REAL SOCIAL ANIMAL

MAN IS A REAL SOCIAL ANIMAL

How can I say this? I am not saying anything new. Everyone says,” Man is a social animal.” And I am saying MAN IS A REAL SOCIAL ANIMAL. Animals and Men behave alike in some way. Look at this list. Both make efforts to woo their respective mates. They will behave strangely and act weirdly. They don’t like any new creature to stay in their territories or house for a long time. But they have their own ways. For example, animals abuse their respective opponents physically by showing and applying their magnificent and giant power. On the other hand, men jiggle their own tactics to kick out the unwanted person. In fact, they can’t bear the interference of their lookalikes’ children and kill them so that their children could get incompetent environment and success.

The irony is that in the deed of need they consider their respective counterparts brother and do buttering. Isn’t funny? Why these so-called social animals keep changing their colour like a chameleon. This action, really, is spreading restlessness among them.

This raise a question: Can’t we live as one?

HYPES OF MODERN PEOPLE

Hype of Modern People

Modernization means adapting a new way of living or habits in a modern way. We wear Jeans-Shirt instead of Dhoti-Kurta. We use gadgets in place of playing in the sand for past time. We travel in cars, metros, buses, trains instead of bullock and horse carts. English has become an essential part of urban natives. Without it, they consider illiterate by the words of so-called educated folks. It only tells one thing that we really become modern in every aspect of what world outside want us to be. Does it also is helping in building modern harmony among all kind of persons? It concludes that we are ready to follow the advanced technique of life but it also enlightens that Modernization stagnates up to appearance. It has nothing to do with the inner consciousness of a person. More modern they become, more hypocrites they are going to be.

In order to get advanced, we are losing our innocence and credibility towards our soul. Look who we are? What we become? – A machine which only knows to function to meet ends of some special outsiders’ expectations till its oil gotten finished. Are we performing slavery against some social norms? Is this our duties to serve as what society demands? After all, we are not puppets who can’t think. We as a human have our own mind and right to live the way we want and express the way we want. There should be no crisis as such to follow footsteps of others when we can do it on our own. We too create our own footsteps in a different way. When we do it, I think that WE are transmitting into real modern from rather just modern.

                                                                                      

SMALL TALK WITH BELOVED

Small talk with beloved
Things, I can't say to you!
I write them to you.
O baby, I not only remember you when I am low 
But I also crave for you when I am cheerful.
Dear beloved
 You always reside in fantasy of mine which I can't reveal to you.
When I am invisible I see you
I get blank when I do not find you beside me anymore.
In that case you have to rescue me from getting diminish.
So set your eyes to look for me.
Sweetheart, I have faith in you that you will save me from this cruel world 
And take me with you.
Darling when will you read this letter I will wait for you till I reach age of  getting graved.
Then we will have our live happily after moment even after death of our lives.