आंटी तू कहाँ चली गई

अभी तो स्कूल में तुझसे मिला था।
ऐसे, बिन बताए यूँ कहा चली गई।।
हज़ारो  की  आँखों  को नम करके,
इस  तरह  आंटी  तू कहाँ चले गई।।

बचपन में पैंट हमारी
गीली पीली होती तो
तू चुपचाप पैंट बदलती थी।
छिदी फटी पैंट को भी
चुटकी मे सिल देती थी।।
मगर आज तेरे लिए
साड़ी खरीदने की उम्र हुई तो
आंटी तू कहाँ चली गई।।

ग्राउंड में घुटना हमारा
छिल जाता था।
और तू उसपर मरहम
लगा देती थी।।
आज दर्द दिल में है
आंटी, तू कहाँ चली गई।।

जब टिफ़िन घर पे
भूल जाता था।
तू टिफ़िन भी खिला
दिया करती थी।।
अब तुझे बाहर खिलाने
की बारी आई तो
आंटी तू कहाँ चली गई।।

टीचर्स डे पे हमारे लिए
लावणी तू करती थी।
हँसते-हँसते तालियाँ
बजाया करते थे।
मगर आज हम तेरे संग
नाचना चाहते है तो
आंटी तू कहाँ चले गई।।

तू हमारी यादों में
हमेशा से ही बसी हुई है।
हर बच्चे को नाम से
तू पहचान लिया करती थी।।
मगर आज जब हमारी
पहचान बनाने की बारी आयी
तो आंटी तू कहाँ चली गई।।

बचपन मे आंसू हमारे बहते थे।
तू उनको पोछ दिया करती थी।।
अभी भी मगर आंसू बह रहे है
और आंटी तू कहाँ चले गई।।

A Lone Valentine

This is for the lone Valentine 

The Lone Valentine who celebrates this Valentine with grief, sorrow and regret

The lone Valentine spending this Valentine’s Day with peace, party and a higher purpose

They are alone, without a partner, but they’re never lonely, for they have something beyond WHAT they want to be! For those who have been in love and for those who love just the idea of being in love.

You are the lone Valentine who loves the adventure of love and have lost yourself in the process. You are the Valentine who is in the quest of finding yourself in a journey only you’re to take. You are the lone Valentine who aches to be someone who is no longer what they wanted to be. You are the lone valentine who is lonely but never alone. You are the lone valentine who has risen beyond romantic songs and cheesy dialogues.

You are a lone valentine who is breaking the shackles of the past, you are the lone Valentine who cleanses a heart polluted with sadness and sorrow. You are a lone valentine trying to let go of the anger and vengeance of a betrayer. You are a lone Valentine who is dating his ambitions and dreams. You are a lone Valentine spending this day with your parents far off in your hometown. You are a lone Valentine if you are moving on from an abusive partnership. You are a lone Valentine focusing on yourself after neglecting yourselves for years. You are the lone valentine who cherishes the dreams of your comrades fallen in the battle. You are a lone valentine if you are grieving the loss of your beloved.

A lone valentine is never at peace until it accepts its true self. A lone valentine endures the pain and lives on to walk forward. A lone valentine might be scarred, but the scars are as much the part of life, as are the smiles. For a Lone valentine is not a victim, but a survivor. For some, Love is a source of strength, but for the lone Valentine, it will be the most crippling weakness that will keep holding them back. A Lone valentine is Something, someone unattached. A lone valentine will not be bargained or compromised. A Lone valentine who is unencumbered will not think of getting back with someone too soon.

A lone valentine who has nothing to lose and everything to gain. The lone valentine will no longer be betrayed, or taken advantage of again. The lone Valentine stops compromising.  A lone valentine who answers to themselves!! A lone valentine free from any  bond, commitment or promises and a Lone Valentine who will not be tied down now! A lone valentine may not have someone in flesh and blood with you, but the lone valentine will never be lonely

You are the Lone Valentine!

Aish: A Story Retold!

Tall “large: and a spectacled girl,

With the sparking eyes and smile like a pearl;

With a farm face and a madness swirl,

In a meaningful chat, her nature unwhirls.

Smart and funny, that’s a bottomline

But there’s so much more behind a benign smile;

You’d start talking and as your interests’ twine,

You’d find her sparking in a vibrant sunshine.

A Girl next door, she’s a walking charm,

And try pissing her off, BAM! Smokin’ firearm;

She just loves her puns

Like the innocent nuns

Be that of talking toads or chicken runs

With her miserable friends, that’s her Idea of fun

She’d love anything that’s covered in wraps,

Even if it’s a paper sheer and a made up rap

In each gift she has her memory snap

If from a friend, she’d find a fortune in  a crap

Just try filling her world in glittering parts

I just forgot to mention, she loves Nicholas Sparks!

She just loves to read, in a bus or a park;

Every bit she reads, always make on her a mark

There’s just so much on the things she’d do or say

Everything she does is special in its way

Sunny or rainy, however the day,

That warm person, she’d always stay

Speaking of rains, there’s always a shower,

As if she’s a person thrown from the highest tower

Into the fields of excruciating scour

As the drop of blood on a thorny flower

Behind the warmth and revere there are scores of fear

The sadness and sorrows would fall and sear

Heart and soul in blood and tear

At times she’s stars, At times she’s moon

At times a warm April, or a Raining June

She sheds her tears as if they’re monsoon

In the ailing voice and a sadness croon

Heartbroken and deceived, the list is long,

Nevertheless, I know she’d stay forever strong.

She just loves her movies, especially rom coms

Action too, when there are cars and bombs

A classic romantic should be having her qualms

But she’s a twirling wind from a fierce storm

Ironic it is, the way she thinks,

The way the toughest of opponents will sync

She could be dying or murdering her feelings

She does that in the blink of a wink

Food is her love, and Brand is her fashion

An attitude of joy and that of passion

Her words are lyrics, her thoughts are songs

And somehow they melt away with chicken and prawns

She’s always someone accepting faith in conversations,

She’s someone beyond silly promises and persuasions.

Her love for her people couldn’t be measured in words

Her love is in wholes, not halves or thirds.

Of course there are times when fate takes a turn

The heart is in pain and the blood is spurn

Her fights end in forgiveness, not scars or burns

She will encourage you If you were down

She’d make you smile, even when you frown

She will make you laugh, when you’d want to cry

She’d make you happy when you wouldn’t even try!

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies

And all that’s best of dark n light

Meet in her aspect and her eyes

Thus mellowed to that, the tender lights

Which heaven to gratify, the day denies

There’s so much out there, that beyond the reason of mind or doubt

But there’s nothing stopping her from making the pout,

You’d read only words in the Instagram & Snapchat’s “about”

Boy there’s so much about her to figure all out

The silly girl keeps thinking there’s still a prince charming

With a blazing white horse and an armour shining

Girl believe me this may be just some pointless whining

But Hey! Never lose hope because every cloud has a silver lining…

We have been there for each other in desperate times

Yes, we’ve been through the worst and dealt with each other’s strife

The tears that have run down your face

And yet, “love” is all you truly embrace

You’ve always helped me out

You’d be there always, I know that without a doubt

And this is your birthday, your special time!

And all I can give you is this frustrating long rhyme

I was just writing, to let you know

I Love you a LOT, and I hope it shows!

Disturbia

image credits: alicexz,deviantart.com

Disturbia's her name, a girl of slender height
She never glowed and yet had a radiant light
She loves to smile, through her lips and eyes
Her lingering expressions spoke a thousand lines...

She walks through the shades, adoring all shades of brown
In the world obsessed with fairness, she flaunts her beauty crown
With her dusky skin and gleaming onyx eyes,
sun-kissed they do look in the beautiful sunshine

It's not just her beauty but the vivacity of her mind
The innocence and purity, the chaos you'd seldom find
She values the efforts and the depth of the things
She strings her appreciation into flowered rings

Empathy she has, for the pain others share
She knows to love truly, knows truly to care
It's amazing to find out how less I know of her,
And yet as I write, it clears out the blur

All that I know is she's a spectacle stream
She won't care for the world, and waltz through her dream
She loves to dance along, in the song of her heart
She loves to be different, to tear conventions apart

Warm and welcoming, she has a friendly flair
You will always seek comfort in her please glare
If only the world, saw what she could see
The world would truly be, a wonderful place to be!

A half story...

Image Credits: www.ning.com

She cherishes his memories and she will value the memories more than him. In her illusion of the memories of the past, she totally runs away from what he has to offer in the present. For that reason, even the loving touch of her hands trying to embrace him feel so cold and distant that the scintillating sense that would zap his whole body feels like the touch of a cold corpse. Empty!

When the lovelorn does not get to meet the beloved, he forgets the face of the one he truly loved; the way she looks or the way she speaks. Of course, there is a reminiscence of her in the pictures she uploads, But never could he remember the way she looks at him. Maybe he has no recollection of that happening, or maybe that never did happen! He had given up on the sense of sight and given myself entirely to what I feel when he is with her.

So dependent had he become on his sense of sight that giving up on them and building her up from the words she spoke and her intent behind them, He created a fragment of the memory so unreal that it could cease to exist.

It was perhaps difficult for her to live up to the image he created within, but he couldn't bear to see her ruin her creation, the created for which he sacrificed his senses.
He can no longer be so close to her and be denied her touch
the touch of what he longed to see

the touch of what she longed to be....

A broken melancholy.....

Image Credits: www.self.com

Her words were lyrics, her heartbeat a song.
The moment I hear it, she can't do me wrong.

She was nothing but extremes, her passions fierce 

A look in her eyes, and through your soul, she could pierce 

She had a depth, clear as ice and foggy as snow
An illusion or a reality that was all I cared to know

She could laugh playfully, weeping deep down

She was all tangled up, in the streaks of golden brown

In her daily chit-chats, I found her Ideas and dreams
For all I wished, to stay by her side, by all means

But alas, that could never happen, for we were polar
The endless paradox made it beautiful, and now it’s killing us softly

It's a threat, not love anymore.
Letting go is true love; if she ever gave it a thought before!

Clutching onto something increases the affection;
Alas! It decreases the valuation.

Broken hearts and a story,
Only raises the fury.

Think of the boy;
Who might have left everything behind, in search of joy!

If the relationship was so crucial;
It would never be so superficial.

Threatening over love is a crime;
She might be the most powerful,
But did she consider the Time?

The promises won’t hold, the regrets would kill
She became my heart’s poison, and I the chaos of her thoughts
As the efforts waned, so did their will



(To be continued…)

Breaking Bad: The "stigma" of breakups

What breeds Love; cultivates Hatred

"I learned that you cannot force someone to love you, all you can do is be someone to be loved. There will be many who won't; and that won't be the end of the world"

There is an amusing stigma attached with breakups, with people leaving your side or behaving differently with you, for whichever reasons they see fit.
The betrayal is heartbreaking and the very idea of people leaving your side is mournful.

It is viewed as something to be mourned about. Something to detest, something regretful, something which forces the person to introspect and look for things that they did wrong, only to criticize themselves. But should that be the case?

We think that relationships are formed when two like minded individuals come together, or when similar people interact and develop a mutual understanding. If that's the case, how could you explain the law of attraction(nothing to do with Newton) Polar opposite people sharing a deeper bond, people with the difference of opinions spending their lives till the last breath; or the egoistic chairpersons of a conglomerate building an empire together?

Any relationship, business or personal thrives through a mutual understanding of faith, belief and trust on one other. We think that the quarrels, mistrust or doubtfulness develops due to the lack of love, care or affection, because it is difficult to blindly trust when you love someone deeply, to have an unconditional faith when you risk away everything and receive nothing in return and have to an unwavering belief in absolute despair. It is the lack of this faith, belief and trust that ruins something which you thought was permanent, was perfect.

The lack of these three is so suffocating that people long for space, so confining that people feel the burden of bonds and so disheartening is the disappointment that it ruins you to the very core, for we change the very qualities of the person we came so close with.

Yes, this is a cliched post over a rugged topic about a condition with which everyone suffers and tries to cope up in their own way....but while doing this, people forget the very essence of themselves and their beloved, trying to everything they loved about it. Yes at times things which seem to be there for long are the first to fall, but nothing lasts forever. Inspite to all that knowledge of how things work, how to make it work again and what needs to be done to pick ourselves up, we forget!

You forget that people are allowed to leave you... but you are allowed to mourn their loss.

You forget that people are allowed to break up with you... but you are allowed to feel betrayed.

You forget that people are allowed to love you but not want to be with you... and you are allowed to question why and demand answers and reasons, thinking you deserve that.

You forget that people are allowed to not want to talk to you... and you are allowed to not want to hear from them.

You forget that people are allowed to put their happiness before yours and do what makes them happy even if it does not include you... and you are allowed to cut ties with anyone who isn't loyal to you.

You forget that people are allowed to move on from you... and you are allowed to heal at your own pace.

You forget that people are allowed to fall in love with someone else... and you are allowed to still love people even if they stop loving you.

You forget that people are allowed to not want you in their life... and you will be righteous in not letting them waltz in at their convenience, and neither will be wrong!

You forget that people are allowed to do whatever they want to become the person they always longed to be, to become the version of themselves they are trying so hard to love, even at your cost... but they are not immune to the consequences of their actions or the fallout of those they hurt while on their path to self-discovery.

It is all genuine and natural and totally all right. Although you may be breaking up these bonds; but still you somehow live on! Perhaps you grow out of that shell and you have outgrown your bond, maybe the other person no longer needs you. But is it something worth destroying the very self you're made of? There will be a million reasons with no conclusions and as much as you want to figure out the logical fallacy of the timeless tragedy, you will be left with nothing but self-loathing, guilt or worse.

Every shade of love and hate that arises are a part of it and expecting to separate the inseparable is futile, for what breeds love; cultivates hatred.

A snake sheds its skin and outgrows a new layer of it. The skin that has been through everything so far is no longer needed. Each time, something seemingly eternal will be replaced by something better. In an age where the smartphones change faster than the SIM cards, are relationships any better?

20 is Beautiful | Life

Teenage is pretty, But 20 is Beautiful!

Exciting and scary for most of us, this might be the time where we learn to find our own path, create our own and discard all the teenage influence, peers, teachers, family or the opposite sex. In one way or the other, they tend to influence us, somehow force us to be what they want us to be, not anymore.

In our age, it’s a time when we’re either graduating from college, pursuing higher studies or seeking a job; anyway anyhow; we’re trying to be on our own. Without getting into the details (sabko sabkuch pata hai) we all spend a lot of time thinking about HOW to be like everyone else and be accepted.

What we don’t see yet, is that people are full of SHIT. INCLUDING ME! Most people take care of themselves first. We all think that money will solve all our problems, but it doesn’t. There are people who would pull you down, even walk all over you if they have to, and people who pursue money over all things are most problematic.

There are no clear-cut answers to most of the life's questions, and no, our life doesn't end if  we could longer impress our faculties or the next-door-SHARMAJI or DOOR KE RISHTEDAAR or work for the employer we worked so hard to impress in those interviews.

It takes TIME to understand that human nature is the common thread in all things human. And, in most cases it is problematic.

Within this period of my life, for me anyhow, came an epiphany. I realized these things and many more that I haven’t mentioned

And, I had a decision to make, either to man-up and face the bullets, be myself, be genuine, find my own path. Work on ways to be genuine, even if it meant taking those hard blows of blames, accusations and criticism or to stay down and keep running for a cover, a shelter in my comfort zone, hiding in the false security of a large company, or a small one for that matter. Do the boring and meaningless daily round of life, clock in, clock out, never make your own big decisions, get caught in the downward pull of credit cards, material possessions, and be a tiny ant among the crowd of others who's real value is to drive up the stock price of corporations, and make the very wealthy and powerful even more so.

When you're doing your own thing, you don't have to make allowances. But it's a tougher road. It's a better road, though. And you can find others like you. You can carve out your own place in the world.

You start looking at people differently. You start seeing yourself apart from the masses. Not better, just apart, as you start to think for yourself.

The other thing is, once you start being you, you're going to take some heat, actually a HELL LOT OF HEAT. Some of your friends will think you're crazy and stupid, that you’ve changed. You no longer have proper time for them, and say so, It's inevitable that you're going to lose most of them, too. If you make a sacrifice, e.g. start-up, you might end up not having a lot of cash for a while. I went through that. I made sacrifices, like cutting out budgets, hanging out less often, not buying new clothes for myself, etc. I was surprised to learn how many people decided I was a loser because of it. But I kept going, and I am still going. I ended up in the company of like-minded people, who came to know me, understand me, and accept me, and more than anything, support me. who made greater sacrifices than I did.

Soon I have to go someplace far away soon, but even then I have not given up on my path, and I know that I will always have a home for me to return to. I am still scared as hell and still need to figure everything out, but it does not matter!

If you’re reading this, all I can say is; this age is beautiful in all its imperfections. There will be times when you may feel suicidal, times where you’d think that broken hearts and shattered dreams will be the end of the line; but there’s a LOT more to it.

In the past, there will be nothing but regrets and the future holds nothing but uncertainty. Only in the PRESENT you’d find solace. 

Cry, Scream, Shout Sulk, Hate, Live, Laugh, Love; do everything that feels cliché, because it all comes down to TWO Important questions:-

• One that the world will ask of you “WHAT have you done with your life”
• Second, which you’d be answerable to yourself and yourself alone: “WHY did I do that”

The answers to these questions will never be simple, none of the life’s matter really are. But answering them will make you realize, Why 20 is beautiful.  

Blog Trial

Well...
The Blog Title as you have it, has already shown, I am a total amateur in the Blogosphere as we have it, the only experience being with the Microblogging Birdie Twitter, where the tweets that go are only due to that being linked to my Facebook Account.

Washington always surrounded by some amazing people who updated their blogs, have read countless articles and compilations, and also witnessed some fabulous and magnificent creativity which have change the perception of art in my mind. But the idea of having one of my own came out of a moment of a eureka, to give this a shot to see what can I make of it.

This sure does require patience and a mind free of everything else that's going around, to write the best of what you can, Still I have chosen to write at a time like this, where there are other prior commitments that I am supposed to prioritize, a gazillion things running in my mind, Pre-university test and an Internal examination scheduled tomorrow. This isn't what I am supposed to do this moment, neither can this act be justified by any credence, prudence, knowledge or rationality. But this seems to be the right time, I may call it a change, or call it a break from everything else I am upto. I may not seem in control of myself, but possibly I am wanting to do this, and I am deliberately letting myself do, totally acting on my instinct.

I know what should I do to make this blog seem way better than it does right now, yet I want this to look shabby, messed up, menial, desperate, and haphazard. Because this is the first blog and I want this to be somewhat, Dirty.

Nonetheless, the idea of having a webpage that lets you have the best of it, and give you the bragging rights for that too, is fascinating. Will love to get more of this.


This is just another blogger entry out of the millions that are happening this moment, but it might be a leap of faith towards a way of conquering the mind and heart of people reading them, connecting them, hopefully showing them a reflection of themselves in these texts, wishfully inspiring some, and in the process, finding a part of me with every blog I post....