When the thoughts fling around my head
When the path was meant to lead me ahead
Those woods forked that lane into two
My eye could view a different hue
Flying the forked path
Reviving the memory of lost sight
I turned up choosing the rarest lane
No matter those gazes makes me insane
If I were told to challenge myself
I would pour my blood
Into one of the finest ink pots
Without allowing it to clog,
I would start painting it into words
That makes me, that owns me.
Word by word when the story is woven
It would ooze hell out of me.
I would happily leave
In satisfaction of being expressed
Being said the unsaid
Of being bold and confess.
The Quran tells us to be kind and respectful to our parents, but of the two, the mother has been given greater priority, as she is the one God chose to be the key to new life. She carries the baby in her womb in a way that nobody carries anyone else, feeds the baby from her heart, protects it,
patiently suffers the pains of labour, until she knows that the baby is ready to open its eyes and look upon this world. Her love is unconditional. Considering this a debt that can never be repaid, we must always strive to make our parents happy by our respect, obedience, love and care.
According to a hadith a man once asked the Prophet, “To whom should I be kind?” The Prophet replie...
MY FIRST PATIENT (2014)
The day when I was dealing with my 1st patient,
way of my thinking changed, right from that moment,
My fingers when gripped the instruments for the 1st,
Little heart prayed hard to do it the best.
Switching ON" d overhead light, putting on the gloves and all the attire.
When I sat on the clinician's chair.
I got a sense of responsibility,
A kind of alertness aroused in me.
My eye focussed into the oral cavity.
I could visualize the difficulty.
During a small formal conversation, I realized.
For that one person, I was no less than God, who would cure his desease.
Fix his pain , heal his worry .
Mean while I was working I heard a soft voice..yeah it was a question
My reality is that I am a free soul, a bag full of paradoxes, perhaps enigma personified. I am an open book written in an indecipherable language. Perhaps I can never be decoded, even by myself. I do not like limits. I do not like being labelled. I may be hyper responsive most of the times, but I also have incredible fears . I may love to be kind most of the time, but I also enjoy annihilating people who needlessly offend me. Oh, I should probably mention that the one thing I unconditionally despise is being on the offensive. I like colors, but I prefer to live in the darkness. I like to observe people, but prefer not to be observed. I have big dreams, dreams of doing something big for the go...
It is easy to explain how people who do not know me at all do have a perception about me . They find me sensitive Unexceptionally. I should add I find that quite desirable, seeing how it keeps away unwanted attention towards me. Speaking about people who know me to any degree, I've always had an abundance of practically extreme opinions about me from different people. Someone would find me emotional, and at the same time, someone else would find me stone cold. I have been called rational, impulsive, , humble, intelligent, naive, an old soul, vain - you name it!
I don't know how I think about myself is the exact depiction of me or the others perception goes right. Bu whatever is I think I am...
I do wrong ! may be I rarely accept it. but for sure I never put on my wrong side over my sleeves And wear them as badges of honor . its cool to correct the errors and edit the events of life.
Little tries poetry by anu ov
The e antiquity of days and nostalgic nights has a power of forgetfulness ..
lost in the rhythm of songs sung and the source of happiness I find in myself the curiosity to know the upcoming events the lamp letting me live and go ahead the power of soul n its unity with the body of a women ..
The friendship of light with dark could only lighten up the nights. its always the opposite that has got interest in the extremely different side of self ,and thus we conquer different values and try acquiring it in a better way than we see.
come let's change the trend ..bring in forgiveness get into kindness and love all being with life ..like we see the shadow of self in others.
If we weren't meant to be together ,
Let's part away this summer .
I can't hold on to my insights anymore
You ! You don't worry ,
You will have someone to allure .
If I bleed my wrist drop by drop
Chop my hairs and tear apart ,
You ! You don't worry .
I can't harm the physical ,
The damage is completely internal .
It has to ache ,it has to scream
It could not think this no not even in dream.
Yes my mind ,it couldn't recall thy
The nerves were receiving different stimuli ,
I learnt Sagacity ,don't answer what's and whys!
My soul is in calm it will find peace soon ,
Tonight unsaid tales I'll share with moon .
No I don't blame I don't regret dear ,
For I have got you as forever min...
I fixed my pony tail,hurried to take all my belongings ,tied the hanging shoe laces . racket bag on my shoulder and was walking towards hostel .A million thoughts crossed my mind that day ,my 12th board exams were over ,my friends were taking up best universities some went abroad for studies ,took arts,commerce, designing, psychology etc n other descent courses ,and there was me who still found happiness only in badminton .
my mind had no thinking process beyond the white boundary lines of badminton court it had no worry unless the racket and shuttle wasn't good. The only thing I looked forward was to get a good coach .As I was away from musings of life I had lot of money those years but yet...
Results are always awaited but the winning is welcomed and here I win graduating dentistry above the happiness of winning I keep winning it honestly .Standing at peaks of colours I spread my hands to feel the ease of air relieving me with worries .
Dentist finally .
The love was never lost
But the communication is no more healthy ...
I prefer silence
I prefer peace
I prefer please
If my tears couldn't melt you
My Silence won't bother you ..
If my absence couldn't bring change
How would my presence do ????
If you could look at my eyes and raise your voice
Why not look at them and utter a word of choice ...
I've heard it's rain that brings flowers
Not thunder .
Thunder is an unpleasant feel
Which scares me
In case of thundering humans
It hurts me
It hurts me to aching heart
I don't need sympathy for what I feel
I need respect given to those words spilled towards me
I am a lover of communication
It's just simple it should be healthy
I am a...