|ME !! I am not a writer, but always write stories in my head -_-|
These are not my thoughts, just gave it a name.
Don't know who wrote this... But beautiful.😊
"A LEMON DROP, CHANGEs"
Somewhere between “Crying loudly to seek attention”
and “Crying silently to avoid attention”,
we grew up!!
“ 7 pani puris for 1 rupee” and
“1 pani puri for 7 rupees”,
we grew up!!
“Ground mai aaja” and
we grew up!!
“Craving for pizza” and
“Craving for home food”,
we grew up!
“Believing in happy endings” and “Accepting the reality”,
we grew up!!
“stealing eclairs of your sis” and “Bringing Silk for her”,
we grew up!!
"Distance when feeling lost will lessen your pain.
No, this is where you can be found".
"I am not a handsome guy, but I can give my hand-to-some one who needs help.
Because beauty is required in heart not in face."
- Avul Pakir Jainulabdeen "A.P.J" Abdul Kalam (People's President)
Biggest lose India ever suffered😳 but his teaching touches the deepest chord of everyone's heart for sure.
My admiration and everyone's inspiration. I just love him💜.
No words for his work!
You feel joyous and lucky when your father still pampers you with chocolates, ice-cream and soft toys😝 when you are off mood....🙌
Love you Popsy😘
I am in a dillema what to prepare for ???
a. the one which i want to be
b. the one which my parents want me
c. the one God is taking exam in my
d. all of the above
The whole has become so fishy, whether to move with clusters or become another NEMO.
In between studies, family, career, love,
i have lost myself totally. Everything is messed up in my head and i literally don't know how i was ? how i used to be earlier ? It's annoying.
Sometimes i get to the point of frustration that i dont belong here.😳
: Somewhere Still Unspoken😷
'Life, a Pi '
Everyone wants a happy & successful life.
Under the shed of stars, I was also wondering a great , happy & successful life.
But there's a saying, 'To achieve something, you lose something' .
That something is multifarious things.
The things you forget to move on.
Moving on is nothing but a postulate.
A postulate to forget the past.
'PAST IS UNFORGETTABLE' , another saying.
Unforgettable stories are told from the past.
Past has passed, thus, it can never be postulated.
A postulate can never make you move on.
You don't move on, you'll never lose things.
Those lost things are something, which will never let you achieve what you wonder.
You will definitely get more/less...
Years passed; a grudge by age
Free? Felt like entrapped in a cage.
His dreams; priority for us
Incisively; I look forward thus.
That desire; to achieve a breakthrough
Compulsion; to hop in a trench too.
Not his fault; a reverence for an infant
No selfishness, he is a parent.
But I’ve made a blunder mistake
Forgiven by him for being fake.
Now you’ll meet an estranged me
In an attic but want to be free.
Whatever I’d is because of him
The only unconditional love, it’s HIM.
He brought me up and made me smile
With him I can walk thousands of miles.
He hail me by different names
Being his one I play mischie...
Everything happens here is impromptu
Truth is a fact & a fact is true
No veils, no haze
Only mirror, no maze
Regime of life with peace of relief
No disguise it is a belief
One can oppose other through clause
But can never be proven as false.
A magician for us does several disappearing acts
Life is a concrete mixture of FACTS.
« CHAPTERS »
They are the past of nature, human, science,
Some with memories, other with signs.
Tell stories of months, years & decades,
Emerges in every hour, minute & seconds.
Some are revealed, indiscreet & hidden.
To rediscover, rise and a lot more to learn.
sweetness - sadness,
joys - sorrows,
inventions - innovations.
Universe to Existence
Before Christ to After Death
Humanity to Legends
Zero Gravity to Gravity.
They are endless
' Candid ; Hence Accessing Past
Through Every Rummage Sight'.
Lines on map with no end point,
Originate itself with every joint.
A wide way leading from place to place,
I get ready and tie up my shoes lace.
Firm, quite, but still console us,
I brace myself and count on abacus.
'Books are your best friend', people say,
They don't make me feel, that I'm okay.
Books only speak and make themselves blind,
Questions are answered here of every kind.
The serenity is here; all here,
Hope my wisdom will take me somewhere.
So many feelings but the words are few,
Chuck everything coz it's now me; a new.
Again I'll come with queries overload,
In search of liberty with again
A NEW ROAD.....
§*SHE an Indian*§
People made her their expectations.
A baby - Was killed before birth.
A girl - Was not to be educated.
A woman - Was made to carry on
the decisions imposed
A wife - Used to sacrifice her
A mother - Give birth to a boy, for
generations to subserve.
She is just like every other man
with her dreams and expectations.
A baby - Can take breath.
A girl ...
"A Blind's Vision"
What I have is a god's gift,
On crib, out through a sift.
Not his fault; it's my fate flaws, I'm on my journey with these universal laws.
The things that I want to touch,
Are far away from me so much.
In this world I want to be,
Every foot-step is an intruder to me.
My vision is dark as a delitescent mark,
So taking this positive as a unique art.
People call our clan physically disabled,
But i feel we are just differently abled.
Ability/Art just to feel every touch,
With senses; others fail to recognize their love as such.
No one knows the importance of that,
Untill & unless they lost something
JUST LIKE THAT....
I pray to god not ...
Dear Mr. Paulo Coelho,
This may be just a letter but it's a way to show my gratitude towards you. Honestly I don't know you before. Few days back, I read an article in newspaper about your tweet to Mr. Shahrukh for his movie 'My Name Is Khan'. There I came to know about a great novelist and an inspiration for many. But today your notification brought a grin on my face with goosebumps written Paulo Coelho impressed by your letter. I'll call it a destiny that a highly esteemed person read a letter of a non-writer.
Thank you so much sir, you made my day and it means a lot to me.
We are the paranoid chums...
My temper and his bantering bombs...
His existence & love through text...
An ulterior, unseen I've never met.
People make money & more money.
Some for their passion,
for their persistence,
for their need,
for generation practice/ancestors pride.
Money behaves radically in ever lives & pinch the most when you are helpless for someone....
The worst pain is when you are smiling just to stop the tears from falling....
R.I.P. Feelings 😳
Rain of Love ! (Untold story)
In obscurity, you brought me to the world of light.
Loving, concerned, apart from million fights.
Need not to be trustworthy, your integrity says it all.
You came, I became alive.
In every jif, you were living inside.
An ulterior and fictitious to me but known.
Like your presence felt in your absence.
Not a habit, but needed.
You touched the deepest chord of my heart.
Finally, your patience paid off.
It'll be awful if i deny this feelings.
I've reached your zenith of love,
Overwhelmed by your devotion.
God has given me YOU, precious amongst all.
I adore you as my deity & will abide your sentiments, thoughts always.
Years have passed !
Eager to see you, fe...