TOY STORY

Reading the title, many of you must’ve deviated to ‘John Lasseter’s’ ‘Toy Story series’. Yeah, amazing creation it is. But I am not going to make an analysis upon, or discuss on the same. I am here, memorising my own “toy story”.

Its not that I don’t confront my toys now. Some of them, which are still in a good position, still are the charm of show cases. And few others, lie behind in wardrobes and attic.

Diwali is about to arrive. A great Indian festival! But I am finding more interest in talking about my toys. Since, it is this DIWALI, when every year, small or big ‘home-renovations’ are done. It is then, when all my toys are gathered, for cleansing.

Once in a yr., I touch all my toys and look at them, trying to find, “are they alive still?” “Are they trying to speak to me something?”. I try to memorise their names. I feel sorry, if sometimes, name of any doesn’t comes easily to my mind.

I am foolishly smiling, memorising all the stories, I and my elder brother used to create for our play.. All the characters, heroes & villains..! Becoming a writer, perhaps, is a choice. But, in childhood, every child, I think are amazing story creator!

Now, when I am memorising, ah! I am wanting to take revenge from my brother. I remember, he always used to become “the servivor”, ” the hero”. And  used to persuade me to become “a ghost” or ” a bad -soul”. Thus, our play always ended with my end.

But, beautifull those days were !

I don’t remember exactly, what are the things, I did a day before. But, the childhood or the “toy stories” are still as living, as this very moment..

Remembering the beautiful relation of Lovehood..we share…!

Remember your love ones..what you thinking..? Go and give them a grand hug. It will say everything…

 

Those eyes, I couldn’t ever glare                                       Even when they were continuous to stare.

The smile, which whenever is worn..                               ..A tear of satisfaction, my eyes adorn.

When one of us caught in hive..                                     Oh! How the other arm is always open wide.

From being the ‘most INTERESTING’..to the ‘most IRRITATING’ friends                                                        We share joy, sorrow, mischief and trends.

Ah! We can get distinction in giving expression, excuse, suggestion and notion.                                        ‘Sudden war’ and ‘sudden lust’ appears in “love emotion”.

‘Impatience’, ‘Insecurity’, ‘Imbalance’, are the signs of DEVOTION.                                                               Hope, it never fades with life’s motion.

The dream we grow, needs “OUR combination”.           To the question of success, ‘WE’ are the solution.

What I lived with you, is just a dot..that has to form a whole line                                                                 I wish in my mind, heart, day and night, you FOREVER Shine!

Here promises your ‘bestie’,                                  After death we’ll again be together as “ghosties”.

 

My eyes once more wants to swipe tears..

..Precious! I wish your smile spread forever, everywhere.

Oh! Let me cuddle you..                                  Remembering the beautiful relation of LOVEHOOD, we share..!

 

RUST

Everybody is familiar to the term “Rust”. You might are familiar to the common ‘iron rust’ as- Fe2O3.nH2O, or known to the ways that prevents it.

But, you are not aware to the above title-“RUST”.

 

I remember, it was this same month, October, two years back when I was in 12th grade. One of my teacher, helpless about his ‘mood swings’, called me RUSTED-MINDED. Mentioning the whole incident would form a story in itself. But, I would like to mention that, few days after, he said to me SORRY for the same.

Not a “bad student” I have ever been. So, sometimes or other this thing, this word passes my mind, and reminds me a “not too good memory”.

It is this incident that compelled me to notice the RUSTS. And now I am feeling great full to the incident!

RUST

When you pass by and see those rusted bridges and railings, do u wait a while and stare it’s beauty? It holds so many stories from ages.

The rusted articles, they aren’t new. They are OLD. They try to depict you all the different weathers and calamities they have seen. All the people, they met, who disliked or admired them.

It says, ” it is the ‘ immense experience, ‘benevolent thoughts’ and ‘knowledge’ that has formed a layer upon it, to which you call RUST!”

A blunt object as a ‘BLUNT MIND’, can’t spread any thing. But, a RUSTED ARTICLE, when rubbed, spreads around its ‘ POWER’ ( knowledge, thoughts and experience). Such power can be moulded or can be reformed in anyway to be served in good. Thus is Painted or Polished.

There is no need to polish an ‘UnRusted Article’. But a RUSTED ARTICLE can be made beautiful and given new looks anytime, because it holds POWER.

 

Ah! How good the life of RUST is..and what an amazing experience, it shares.

An Empty Gift Box!

   “Gift Boxes are more special than the GIFT. Have you ever noticed the ‘Gift Box of your gift?”

 Here I formed a new ‘GIFT BOX’.                                        For I can’t just wrap-up your gift.                         The ‘outerlook’  you’ll get as the first appearance             ..Thus, I try to spray all my creativity & love to bring up a lil’ twist!!

You should feel the ‘waao expression’..                        so the gift box should be ‘special creation’.                  Its my so..personal task, that I don’t allow anybody’s suggestion.                                                            I make it up, with my full devotion!

Here I am, Smiling BRIGHT                                               ..excited QUITE .                                                          But the DILEMMA is about to arrive.                         Not bad was the last year gift box, I formed             ..except that I could never fill it up with gifts!

What creation can I fit inside, as your gift?          What should I purchase?”, Gives my mind, a hard twist!                                                                                   Nothing I see like matching your gear..                                       or making my eyes blear.

Oh dear! I could never find that as PERFECT GIFT as YOU.                                                                                    What to leave? “Everything” I wish to give you.                                                                                         But I don’t know, what those “Everything” should be..?

I think, again this year will repeat  the last year’s issue..

I’ll fill the GIFT BOX, with part of MYSELF.

But, the box will seem EMPTY to you!

I’ve BEEN SEVERELY RAPED !

Born with an ‘UNWANTED BIRTH RIGHT’, to pamper society’s ugly face.

My CHIDHOOD, ADOLESCENCE, ADULTHOOD, all nourished under somewhat dirty gaze.

I remember the neighbour who seemed like a curse..                                                                           Always wanted and persued to make me touch something ‘worse’.

The roadside bikers, I could never know..              today they seems QUITE, then they BLOW!

I had to remain ‘Shut-Up’..had no proof with me.        DEEDS LESS THAN “RAPE” ARE NOT GIVEN ATTENTION.                                                                      I am by birth ‘ a remedy for man’s frustration!’

 

When I travelled, I confronted an auto-driver..           who made me very discomfort able with his expression.

Also I met severel people, a little generous..            Always there to stare my dress-up and offering suggestion!

I had to remain ‘Shut-Up’..had no proof with me.       DEEDS LESS THAN “RAPE” ARE GIVEN RETENTION.                                                                 I am by birth, ” a relieving part for men’s tension!”

 

What “Maternal”, what “Paternal”.. doesn’t mattered..                                                                        As I grew up, I saw, by anyone I can get slaughtered!

I wondered in shock to have a teacher                         talking SULTRY..oh what a dirty creature!

I had to remain “Shut-Up”..had no proof with me.       DEEDS LESS THAN “RAPE” ARE GIVEN NO VALUES..BUT EXTENSION.                                           I am by birth, ” a platform for men to show Wildness & Expressions!”

 

My END might seem as ‘An Incidence’ to you..                But, it’s a full processed story                                              I am peeled, then squashed, broken and murdered thoroughly.

The world serve me as ‘a medicine for madness’ &..                                                                                                form ‘ a stock to stare’.                                           ‘A compulsive share-holder of enjoyment’ .              And..                                                                                        ‘ a toy to be played..’

Now NOT ABOUT THE AT-ONCE RAPE I FEAR..                       because I’ve BEEN SEVERELY RAPED!                           

 

 

 

An Unnoticed Love Story

“Knowing, Understanding, Tolerance and Acceptance leads to LOVE.”

But love is not just about these.. 

A young plantlet peeped out from the soil .                 So soft was this reed, frightened a little                     was trying to remain straight, to avoid being coiled!

Her eyes below the leaves, were somehow pampering the ‘bright ⛅ sun light’.                          Very quite, trumbling slight, in heavy sounds, she heard a whistle..                                                              Next moment, the whistle came closure and crossed her leaves.                                                            It was for the FIRST time, she had touched the  BREEZE.

 

Forgetting the hard fight, smiling brighter than sun light,                                                                              was feeling the breeze, no more worried about standing ‘freeze’.

Breeze too, was feeling the excitement of plantlet.        He remained whole night, serving his new mate’!

To each other now they perfectly KNEW..                      about them, nature was getting some clue.

 

The plant has now knocked her maturity .                   Yellow-green, sophisticated still..she was beauty of the city.

She was now aware of nature’s rule;                        managed her living..                                                     she did not worry, why her breeze is sometimes warm, other times cool! 

But, breeze gets covered with some unwanted fear                                                                                     ..which dissolves when he comes in contact with his dear.

Both were UNDERSTANDING each-other’s  💓 heart..                                                                                      Now, to live apart was too…hard.

 

City’s beauty is now  tall-adult-tree.                         With ‘bird’s chirp’ & ‘blooming flowers’, she was never free.                                                                  Breeze tolerated the chirp, as he knew                            his tree loves, only his whistle..

Unwantedly the breeze blowed so harder.                But,                                                              TOLERATING it happily, the tree swinged..and never bothered.

Breeze again was covered with some unwanted fear..                                                                                                    to which tree was also aware..                              But she never wanted to give worry to her dear.

 

The tree is standing lonely from few-many days..     breeze haven’t made here, a single gaze! 

The next morning, tree saw her breeze coming as a strong storm.                                                                 Her ‘waiting eyes’, shined bright.                                      She heard the WHISTLE, which was today, quite wild.

Shrieking off her bird’s nest..she opened her arms wide..                                                          complaining, ” why you came this late?”                            She ACCEPTED in her arms, her soulmate.

Breeze’s fear came true..                                                           his tree fell down..and died!

 

Nature has got freezed,                                            for it had seen, how they KNEW each-other, UNDERSTOOD, TOLERATED, ACCEPTED and LOVED..                                                                               and that love has been sheared.

As Heavy Rain, nature is shedding off its Tears..!

Love is UNTRUE without ‘ SACRIFICE’.

 

 

An Indian Daughter

Who that is, who has born?

Oh ‘Goddess Laxmi’ has arrived in and as a little baby
Her fortune tells,
She’ll spread luck, honour and will remove shabby.
We’ll make our girl BOLD & STRONG
With this,
Her room’s prepared PINK and toys included DOLLS that drolls.
We’ll make her interactive, so admitted in ‘Co-ed.’
But precious,
You need not to talk to lad..as they are cruel.
Since you seems so bright, child you should learn ‘Medical Science’
And that you’ve turned adolescent,
You should know, you have to maintain ‘CERTAIN DISTANCE’..
Wisdom, Name, Fame, I pray your door they knock
But,
Cooking and Household should be your prime job.
You are princess, live as YOU Wish.
Remember,
You should wear only that, which is’nt noticed.
You are your monitor, you’re FREE in land
ABIDING by limitations of ‘Bangle-Monestry’ on your hand.
Be so great..and show the world!
But, only your marriadle character will decide our honour.
Oh girl! You are goddess to pray
You must listen abuse, words & fear from flay..!
Yeah mother, I got your words, the things you taught, came up late
But, I have understood what i’ve been made..
Not the GODDESS, nor to make me a WOMAN in GREAT anyone bothered,
They have again made..ONE MORE OF YOUR KIND..MOTHER !