Life

Sitting idol, might be filled with thoughts, dilemma, work, confusion or fear.

Being on work, may carry empty mind..so blank, and heart-wierd.

What seems real, always has something unreal.

 

The drops of rain, I never enjoyed..                           one day, was giggling my sadness.

Being around people was not to party..                                    but a way to ignore rudeness.

Like, for some ,being alone is the duration to celebrate immense happiness.

Don’t judge conditions to declare the situation. It might not be so clear.

Because, what seems real, always has something unreal!

 

A Falling tree, Is removing greenery, or providing us with wood…can’t say!

Slipping rocks from the mountain, are filling the water body, or stopping it’s range, can’t say..!

 

Time goes on, clock runs..                                               shows the same time twice a day, but, we don’t feel, we are being fooled!

Doesn’t matter, who is far, who is near..

What to consider?                                                            Your laughs, or the tears? Say..

As what life is..I don’t get!

Real..or unreal??

‘Pulwama’

Why such a HATE you breed..?                                        for which, cutting out ‘HUMANS from human colony’, you need !

 

..who chooses to protect everybody’s life before his own self!

‘He’ is not our guard on line of control.. but                   reflection of his father, carrying a brave soul .

Nor do he fight for a great salary and maintainance..                                                                   But to remain alive in his wife’s  thoughts, and for a hope to see ‘her’ again.

..memorises the squeals of his little anjel.. with every shot of bullet.                                                 ..he leaves the arm of his mother to die in the lap of ‘motherland’, for his country’s sake.

‘He’ is the SOLDIER, who leave his panel..                         for protection of each panel of the nation!

 

..And one more night, I couldn’t sleep.. realising,

The blood we lost at ‘Kashmir’, were protecting my this sleep..!

 

Oh!

‘Religions’ does not teach ‘Discrimination’.. … Then from where you learn it?

Why such a hate you breed?                                                   For which, cutting out ‘HUMANS, from human colony’, you need!

 

 

– Strongly condemn the terrorist attack on CRPF personnel at ‘Pulwama ( J&K)’.

I strongly condemn ‘the scene’ that goes against every tenet of humanity!

Salute to the martyrs. #CRPFIndia.

Though, I am not a ‘Chocolate Person’…

“Lick! Sip! Bite!…” CHOCOLATE in all forms fill hearts..and you respond “Umm..!”

The darker it appears, the lighter it makes your mood..                                                                              form ‘the curve’ on mouth, mind fascinates & sounds “Boom!”

 

Might be harder in touch, but melts down easily..        .. In the way-similar, as it melts your mood sweetly.

Chocolate is the ‘Silent tool’, that says the UNSPOKEN words and feelings ..                                     ‘A surprising wonder’, offering creativity, and also solve every dealings.

 

It can be your ‘START of the story’ or a CONSOLE-MATE in pause of life.                                                     With this ‘dark colleague’ ‘THANK YOU’ and ‘SORRY’ survive.

Am not a weird one, rather I say, it’s being UNIQUE..                                                                                that chocolate doesn’t sparkle my eyes. If taken a bite, I never wish to REPEAT!

 

Yes, am not a “chocolate person”.

But, because of ‘one’ , it appears to me, occassionally AWESOME.

Some creativity, it offers to me, when I select it for making a ‘day-blossom’.

 

My tongue dislikes, but I can’t deny- chocolates make any relation ‘Molding’ and ‘Sweet’..                                   in silence of moments, it lie!

Oop! Why am I discussing this?

‘Getting chocolaty’, might is common to all, but, not-so-usual-symptom to me..

 

…it’s that, I am missing you! 

“Have a chocolate!”

Actually, I wanted to say that, ” YOU are so precious and the special one, to me!” 

 

Fog

Difficult to travel a long distance and for a long while .                                                                           Yes, this happens sometime.

Time doesn’t show interest in maintaining companionship..                                                       ..Path not so clear, becomes dusky and dry.

Life goes on..

But, wings of thoughts find itself unable to escape the clouds.                                                                  Then there appear, in a visible range, clusture of images.. but as I travelled through, it went to vanish in shroud.

Could not understand, in which direction to turn, since all seems muted.

A feel of loneliness spreads..and the hustle & bustle seems so unkind..

It’s when ,’fog’ covers up the range of my mind.

Heart’s nature, reflects ‘NATURE’

Find your match..

There exist the heart changeable like ‘CLOTHES’,      they are the hip-hop person,who entertains the most.                                                                                   From ‘good morning’s to ‘good night’, they are charged full.                                                                           Their lives take no worry..with variable choices, they are called ‘the cools’.                             They are never serious and honest..                      ..so, hardly ever complete any promise.

 

Second in my list, lie the heart with characteristics of H2O.                                                                       Make only friends, have no foes.                                   They mold themselves in accordance to situation,                                                                             taking advantage of time and people, is their thought and notion.                                                            They are not always cunning, may also be sweet and kind,                                                          Beware! Deal with such heart, with mind.

 

Comes next the unprectible heart as WEATHER..      seems cool now, and then can make you to shiver greater.                                                                   Pretends to be very serious and smart..              but simply, can’t easily gain any heart.       Unwantedly, you’ll feel the fear,                                better, in front of them, protective shields,one should wear.

 

Then there lie the least changeable heart like SEASON.                                                                              They have their particular and distinguished notion for every condition.                                   Very experienced and calm, the situational changes,they welcome and adorn.                                 Yes,can get violent, but are lovely as dawn.

 

Also there are found the persons with ‘ROCK-HEART’.                                                                            Have ‘no-change’ policy,                                                  their lives run in conspiracy.                                     Want the world to run on their conditions and terms..                                                                                          ..to others, they pay no concern.                        Gets weathered with time and never gets whole-hearted love and wariness..                       ..ultimately, all they gain at end is loneliness.

 

Life and Town

The day was yesterday, when I saw a bungalow house.                                                                            Huge enough, painted new;                                          but it could hardly attract only few.

The arch above the gate, was beautifully architeched.                                                              Boundaries were full with adorable light-lamps.     I stared and inspected things,                                  tried my best, and could find no laugh..but chills.

I noticed tall trees, green enough and shady.        The garden, full of bloomed flowers..                        but my eyes were trying to search any butterfly within the garden herb..                                                I also could not hear the bird’s chirp.

The marble floorings and wall tiles,                      amazed me for a short while.                                        I recalled me back from the distracting carpet, leading towards the door..                                         and stood still to get any clue;                                   of ‘chit-chats’ and talks,                                           but what I confronted was, only hue.

I opened the door and found an amazing interior!    Then, beside the furnitures, I noticed the photos in frames..

..ah! Moments trapped in glass. And hanged on wall..looked so lame.                                                      The bungalow was a huge piece to show..                     ..with no buzz, only emptiness, spreaded wide.       I didn’t feel any happiness inside!

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..!