Give me the land

I dont need shoulders to furl my flag
You dont teach me about my nation
I will shape it the way I want
Who are you to tell me
What I can do and what I cant.
 
I have dreams of shackle free lands
Of peaceful days and carefree nights
Where winds render serenity to soul
People live with peace and pride ...

You want me to have democracy
So give me lands of my desires
Where my rights are respected
Realities meet the dreams I aspire

I dont need wars which kill people,
I need policies of better life for all,
No walls of religions which divide
I need people by my side ......

My pen will scribble tales of your deeds
Good or bad to you it will feed ,
No chains to it you will bind,
Give me the land I need .....
Or aye I go to find the land so divine

Colours

Colours in life is what I want
Colours of love is what I desire
On the canvas of this transient time
Moments of happiness is what I aspire

I have enough colours in my dreams
Lets spill some of it in this fading world
Lets bring back smiles of the pellucid faces A perfect blend of
colours and emotions Is all that I require ..................

My world

They kicked me out as an outlaw
For I flied above their boundaries
Above the skies they own
Into the lands where life is lived
Pain and agony of the soul forgone.

Where winning never matters
Losing is never a shame
Give me the world of my desires
and I will give it a beautiful name.

The short walk

 The short walk
That night she stepped out of office,
it was all dark and gloomy
No shadows neath nor moon above
AS fearless was she, buried all her
fear beneath
All her life she stood firm and tall
but  there on the first step
faltered and tasted the fall
As fearless was She
buried fear beneath and walked
The sound of the heels
echoed by the fear beneath
Made her somewhat weak
Yet the the fearless girl tredged on
Crushing her fears underneath

  

LET....poem on love and old age

Let that heartless mirror
lie about your beauty
Look into my eyes and
it will speak volumes

Let that walking stick
tumble under your weight
Slip your hand  into mine
and I will walk with you forever

Empty roads and you by my side
Is all that I seek of life
Let the death beckon you
I will wait for you in another life.

Hope............................................ a short story

I am trying my best to be polite but if you move that knife a centimeter closer to me I will tear you apart" Richa screamed at the top of her lungs for the umpteenth time that day, but I was helpless.Her bouts of Schizophrenia had increased in intensity over the years and recently she began to hurt herself.“It is high time that you should admit her to the hospital ,Varun” Dr. Mehta said entering the room,he was the doctor treating Richa and lately he had also been forcing me to admit her in the hospital.I felt very sad seeing once a aspiring architect,beautiful bubbly girl now 

lying exhausted on table of the examination room.

Memories are still fresh of the day when she and her three friends were going for a seminar.All very happy and cheerful.But later that day news shook the ground of my feet.Some miscreants had abducted the car.Her friends had been killed in cold blood in front of her eyes.For three days they raped her and then left her dying.She was found later by some laborers and rushed to hospital.Her physical wounds healed over time but the scars were still afresh.

My thoughts receded as I saw her coming two attendants carrying her, I stood up and took her in my arms gently letting her lean on me,but I knew she was afar in the lands of sorrow battling alone and I wished could bring her back. 

“Doctor,before admitting can I take her to Musoorie once it was her favorite place” 

“I should advise against it but You may take her there, perhaps Nature will do her some good.”

  We had been in Musoorie for the last five days yet she had not spoken a single word.That was our last day there.She was sitting on the bench her eyes set on things faraway.Then I heard the voice I was dying to hear“Varun will you please sit with me” I stood speechless for a few sec before sitting near her.For years,Hope had kept us alive hope had kept us together and I hope In a few months she comes back..............................

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Wings on fire

Cutting across the strongest winds, 
Flying through the darkest clouds, 
I may forth in the roughest sea, 
Just not today,I am a bird 
with broken wings 
MY WINGS ARE ON FIRE

The fire that fear kindled
Has made me stronger day by day 
I can shout to my deepest fears today, 
That just not today I am a bird 
with broken winds
My wings are on fire 






         

Solitude......................

I sat at peace with myself and the world No questions to ask,No answers to seekLife seemed easy as if a walk on part
 I never talked but The silence heard it all 

  The songs of solitude played on
and I gazed into the Delphic horizonAs if trying to guess what lay beyondMy eyes never wandered
Perhaps too tired of seeing it all 

Heritage

Braving atrocities of time ,
and miseries of war ..
bringing memories sublime,
and beauties to the fore....

They are the guardian,
 of secrets willing to be unveiled .
 Yet lying underneath them ,
waiting for the worthy eyes .

Standing tall in the blowing winds,
Calm Serene unfazed by the commotion.
Singing lullaby  to the mortal world ,
Of loses and of the beautiful triumphs

A different take on nature

                                                               

On the day, I am very lonely,

Sitting by the river I toss stones.

 and you sing for me, 

Your melodious baritones . 

That day, I cried when my heart broke,

My tears flowed so did rain,

As if you are crying with me ,

Or gently wiping away my pain.

Battling sorrows handling pleasures

I lay exhausted in your laps

Dear nature you have always 

been "MY HELPING HAND." 

The Anniversary gift-a valentine story

                             
Rummaging through the almirah I found my old diary today and the flipping pages brought me back to the time when I had fallen in love. Raj,"he was very cute in those days" I thought looking at his photograph. I was about to shut the book when suddenly a page popped out,pink in color with yellow borders,perhaps time had done its job.I instantly knew that it was the same letter Raj had given me the day he proposed me.With heavy heart I opened it........ and the memories of that valentine came rushing back    
TO,
MY love,
This valentine I need to tell you few things it may or not be important for you but you need to hear this,it must be today or never. Richa, I might not be rich enough to adore you with a Valentino but still I find you are the most beautiful lady I have ever behold,that too in the dress I may buy you from the store round the corner.This day I promise you that whatever happens to the world you will never be poor again, because You will carry the treasures of my love.It may not buy you Gucci but still it would bring you great joy and pleasures which I am sure no-other woman would carry.
My love,I don’t have a palace or a castle-am no prince but that dingy shit place of mine will be cozier for you than the ANTILLA because it would be rich in the fragrances of our love.Our Relationship is never or never will be the union budget but it will be a lore a folk a story like HEER ranjha or ROMEO JULIET because it will be rich in terms of love and fondness.I sign off with a hope that after reading this you will be in my arms,forever till eternity.I hope that in your ears today I can speak three beautiful words.
FROM
The Person who loves you most in life.  
" Richa you are still here,we are getting late" my husband called out and I shouted back ,"Just coming,Raj".Keeping it in my purse I hurried out it was our  anniversary today and I had found the best gift today. 

WanderLust a poetry

My pen scribbles tales of,places I have never been ,
of mystic mountains and meadows green.
Of solitary trees dancing in the wind,
I wish I were one of these .

My pen scribbles tales of  new friends, 
I never had and of dishes I wish to have.
Of vagabonds and their travelling life ,
I wish I could feel those vibes.

Life

Think of yourself as an artist and life is a canvas for you.Your deeds sketches while your decisions fills it up with colors.Now there’s a twist in the tale,the so called colors that I am talking about has a unique property of never fading,add it once and it is on your canvas for ages."the greatest critic of an art is the artist himself” So,the things you draw should extinguish your fire within....... not of others. SO this gives us first definition of  life :                                       Life is doing the things you desire,at your own terms and                                         conditions: 

The colors you add never fades so mulling over a mistake will never let you complete your painting .So this gets us to the second conclusion that is, Life is living in the moment,without fussing over the past .You know what artist draws from his work,it is the feeling of satisfaction.The views  what other holds of his work never is of any importance to him but what he holds for his work is of utmost importance, that is what pushes him forward.So,lets draw our third and last definition of life that is,

“ Whatever be the color you pour,at the end of the day you should                               be satisfied of your work” 

Forever

Misha, I know what everyone has ordered  in the whole cafe and you are still on the way.I knew she was not the one to be blamed, you cannot expect low traffic on a working afternoon.It was not that I had no work but it was chocolate day today And Misha had insisted that we must meet up. I hung up and ordered a cappuccino again.Just then the door opened and my eyes expectantly rose towards it.There I saw a beautiful couple,their hand intertwined together and the ladies head resting on the mans shoulders,man carrying a walking stick.They sat on the table opposite mine and the old-man ordered a chocolate ice-cream.
Their faces had the feeling of completeness, like they wanted nothing more in life.They were oblivious to their surrounding,their eyes locked on each other as if reminiscing fond memories of togetherness.Just then their ordered arrived and that broke their moment. Suddenly the man dropped on his knees and very sweetly asked her "Will you share my chocolates forever, sweetheart? It was unexpected for her too as she was blushing uncontrollably.
Get up Varun,"first answer me” or I am not getting up.The lady got up and said “Varun for the last seventy years I have not only shared all your chocolates but everything that came your way and I promise you that in the days to come I will be yours and yours alone.”With this she took a spoon full of ice cream and fed the man.

FOR HER

Rough tides of solitude had wrecked me,
Nor tides were in my favor nor winds .
I was fighting for a hope and there,
You met me "my island of desires".

I was starved by the world for love ,
you pampered me with spoons full of it.
You never asked nor I ever said,
How much I loved you .

Cages of mortality wouldn't dare ,
to confine my love for you .
Yet, today I kneel with a promise,
Promise to be with you till eternity.

Thorns a story

It was 24 years before on this day that I gave my father a rose .Gradually it became a ritual,One Rose day I asked him what did rose meant and he told "The petals here are the testimony to our beautiful relationship" and "thorns" I asked intereupting him in between  on which he had said "I hope it never plays his part"
Years later when I married Alice against his wishes,he told"The thorns draws love out".It was the last conversation we had for the last three years.
Angel,my daughter today brought a rose took me by hand and went to my father, he was sitting on the porch.She with her small hands gave the rose to him.His gaze shifted from her to me and then he took the rose.I could see little tears in his eyes but joy on his face.
Later I heard Angel talking what do thorns meant and he said Thorns strenthens relations.

Darkness

I knew the road ahead will be dark
but it will not limit my flight
I am a wanderer and it will not
limit my sight .....
My eyes are scorching ablaze
to see things of different lands
to hear fables of musical bands
I knew the road ahead will be dark
ample of black monsters and lousy sharks
yet I will fight from darkness within and
for the light outside.....

Broken another poem

Tears rolling down each singing
 Of the days I have loved you
Of the days I have missed you                             

Tears rolling down each singing
Of the memories I cherish
Of the dreams we wove together

Tears rolling down each singing
Of darkness I tackled in a losing battle
Of anger that is consuming love

Tears are still rolling
but of reasons unknown to me
But known to heart .

This is not me thinking about you
This is not me crying for you
This is  not me locking myself up
This is not me begging you to come back
This is a part of you left in me ........

TEENS a poem

When attitude runs high in the blood,
responsibilities we don't give a fuck...
With every other girl we feel its love ,
but its loud and clear relationship sucks.

The high time when how we look,
begin to matter more than CGPA's.
We care more about pranks to play,
than bad scores in the test today.

The age where begin to feel the things
the age where begin to understand it
You are still confused guys,
IT is all because we are in the teens

Temporal love or forever lust

Love is not all about physical desire or satisfaction it is about loving someone  and being loved by someone.A forever lust will no doubt satiate the physical hunger but the temporal love will give you memories of a perfect companion on which you can no doubt your whole life.
As in my lines
😐😐😐😐😐😐
More than her beauty I love her heart
Her memories is all that I seek
             If ever we part
She is no doubt beautiful
but I see the girl I love behind that
I dont know how many days it will last
More than her beauty I love her heart..

Love is...

For me,
Love is just a wonderful emotion
Which gives us courage to fight
Love is powerful feeling
where you become numb to pain
Love is a giant maze
Where I love to be lost
Love is a tabloid
Stating that you exist
As a son,sweetheart ,father
when he or she needs you

HARD WORK-REDEFINED

I don't believe in the word hard work,frankly speaking I have never understood it.I believe if a work is done according to how it should be done that is with the necessary efforts,there is no scope left for the word like Hard-work.
The mentality has to change from being a conservative one to innovative one that is in the sense that,we should find easier and efficient ways to do the same work. It is not important to toil whole day if it can done in a hour.The need of the hour is to change the working technique so as to compete in the completely evolving world.So do not work hard, work efficiently and passionately.  
       

IF's and BUT's

 "IF" and "BUT" the two word I always wished to avoid in life.It is not that I have not felt the clutches of these words binding me up in its sway,I have had equal share of them in my daily life but it is just that I try to avoid it always.
IF-is a word which not only hampers the power of your decision making but also makes you mentally and emotionally unstable.A stable mind rests in present, so leave behind all your IF's and concentrate on what IS in front of you.Everyone make's mistake big or small its just how you clean up your mess...
BUT-is a word which restricts your abilities and cages your abilities, which in turn leads to a situation where you end up doubting your own decision making skills.Life could be hell lot more exciting and happening without the so called BUT's.
So just leave the IF's without any but's because you are a bird and birds are meant to fly .

     

ARE YOU FUNNY OR ANNOYING?????

Sometimes you feel that you are funny but you can be annoying too.There is a minute line in being funny and being annoying.This happens because what you may feel interesting may not excite others which in turn leads to a situation where people began to ignore you.It may happen that something which was funny earlier may not be now, like a old nickname which your friend had say a year  or so before. I am sure that you meant no harm and it was only fun intended but your friend can or may have  felt otherwise .
So, next time you think cracking a joke review your decision again.It can affect your friendship,or can change the perspective of the people in your group, be funny not annoying.You would have never dreamt of leaving your friends, so just stick to them and have fun.   

Maturity of writing

I heard a 5th grader few days back he was boasting of supporting demonetisation.Some days back after the incident I met my little brother he asked me If Rahul Gandhi was good for politics and I was like What the heck,whats going on....
Today teens like me write on issues like political contradiction of the country.Really are you of that age,You make me feel like our constitution makers had been fools that they had restricted our voting rights.
Maturity is not that of structure or height but of seeing things of the world, understanding it and it requires being of age.Age allows you to see things and attain that maturityTime do not teaches you things,it teaches how and what to think.