As the lines between truth and lies, reality and imaginary, blur to the extent of insanity I find myself questioning my life and mood. I often react badly, am angry and sad at the same time and have no idea what triggered it. But, everything that I get in this life, isn't it what I earned myself. The negative part, the evil, hatred, backbiting, mocking, ridiculing, the part that triggers my insecurities, it's all what I have earned through my past actions and words. So instead of asking why and being angry and sad at what's happening, I'll accept it. I'll accept what's happening and keep smiling. Atleast I'll try to.
The classroom was empty but she was still sitting on her chair. Everyone left but she couldn't move. She looked outside and then with trembling hands started packing her bag slowly.
Today was the first time she was scolded by anyone, and that too in front of the whole classroom. Just after the morning prayer, her class teacher had reprimanded her, and she still wasn't sure what she did wrong. Throughout all the classes after that, she was absentmindedly nodding and scrawling. Her class teacher's words resounding repeatedly in her ears, surely not word to word. It's hard for a 5 year old to remember long sentences verbatim.
"Nitya, why aren't you wearing hairband today? It's in you...
A Good Time
I wasn't the person for blind dates. This whole ordeal just made me very nervous. "Why did I agree to this in the first place", I wondered.
As the door opened, the bell made a loud noise, making me look up. But I wasn't the only one. Everyone in the bar looked up. They were all surprised to see a woman prancing in, beaming with excitement. She looked like the kind of woman who becomes the centre of attention everywhere, without even intending, and not in the least caring about it.
Coming just in line with the front tables she stopped for a moment and scanned the room through her flower framed specs. I couldn't help but be in awe of her and feel even more nervous at ...
The search for the inevitable truth is neverending. But what is this inevitable truth? How does one define it? And if the definition varies from person to person, then is it really the inevitable truth?
Sometimes what the eyes perceive and ears hear is incomplete truth and sometimes its blatant lie. Yet one firmly believes what one sees and listens. Our mind plays the major role in this judgement, and yet it fails to clear the mist around the Truth.
Truth is not defined by years it has lived, and neither is it defined by the number of its believers. Truth is like the river that flows, unperturbed by the ectal factors. It doesn't care how long and arduous it's journey is, how far away...
Skylark Challenge 205
"Oh so quiet" you sigh,
But inside am drowning,
The voices of head and heart,
At odd with eachother,
Like the waves clashing,
Engulfing every bit of my being.
"Another bookworm" you remark,
But you don't realise,
The book am holding,
Is the cause of my inner turmoil,
And also the only path to my rescue,
For it showed me the mirror,
To all my hypocrisies,
How I've ingrained the very traits I dislike.
"Show me what you're reading..." you ask,
Yet I feel, your arms are reaching out for my life,
And like a drowning man holds onto a straw,
I clasped the book with all my strength,
Not wanting to part for even a second from it,
For only understanding it and...
Flying high above the ground,
At peace with my inner sound,
Holding your hands firmly,
Believing it's not just another fling,
Cause I can see in your eyes,
Love for me, that makes me fly,
And you will never let me fall,
Together we will journey through the life,
There won't ever come fork in our road.
To all my loving, well-wishing brothers,
Your smile told me I have achieved something much more than the prizes ever could,
Your scoldings made me realise how much I messed up sometimes,
Your suggestions, opinions and recommendations told me, how much you care about me,
You all teaming up against me to crack jokes, told me how am always gonna be your lil sis,
Your mocking tone told me, I need to become more mature to face the world alone,
And everytime I thought I am doomed, your hand that came to support me told, you're always gonna have my back.
Thank you for each and every moment, memory and lesson. Thank you being an important part of my life and being.
Your lil Sis,
When the first train to Pakistan set on it's journey, many dreams were murdered, and yet each day we keep writing a new page in the book 'a better India'.
Skylark Challenge 202 -1
A Little Bubble
"Hey! Stop spinning." Words reached Samaira half a second before the cushion Ana had aimed at her fell a few feet away.
"I am listening what you are saying. Why do you want me to stop?" Samaira stopped her movement for a moment to convince Ana.
"Cause it's irritating me. And also cause it means you are not giving me undivided attention. Huh" Stomping her feet she turned away.
"You know how important this whole thing is for me, don't you? Also Ana, look here, why don't you just tell me what's really bothering you so much?" And by now, Samaira had returned to spinning.
"Ok. You remember John, who has a monstrous truck. Black and grey, with bulky whe...
Skylark Challenge 201
"His life got turned upside down the day he became famous. And it showed. She felt left behind as she tried to keep up with his busy schedule. But one day, she decided she had enough. Enough of this waiting around idly for him. With this thought, an idea came to her mind, to invest her time in something productive and rewarding. What she was seeking was satisfaction of living a fulfilling life. So she went out of her comfort zone. Making changes at the root level in her lifestyle was the priority. Ditched her sophisticated curls for a simpler hairstyle, that'd give her more time to do something challenging. She started communicating with people around her, ob...
He might have been just another face in the crowd,
But his soul touched mine in ways I hadn't thought,
The way his hands caressed my cheeks,
Lightly resting under my chin,
Urging me to look into his eyes,
To see the universe smiling in them,
He became someone much more than just another face,
He became a person whose strings were entangled with mine,
Who taught me to live freely and shine,
Who ensured I fly high without any fear of falling down,
Cause he'll be there with his arms open wide to save me every time,
His eyes began to speak to me,
His face etched now in my heart,
His smile stealing my breath everytime,
His being there giving me the feeling of contentment,
I know I won't be the sam...
तेरी राधा बनने की भी मेरी कोई ख्वाहिश नहीं,
मैं तो खुश हूँ तुझे दूर से देख लेने भर से ही।
"There's ink in pink,
And pen in pent.
There's no in know,
And lop in envelope"
I was drinking tea and half-listening to my younger brother, who was boasting his spelling skills and smartness of finding words within words. It reminded me of the time when I was his age, and used to be just as crazy. He really is my reflection in many ways!
"There's hot in shot,
And nap in snap."
As if on cue I started feeling sleepy. Days were humid enough to make anyone lazy.
"There's car in card,
And rap in crap…"
Maybe not everyone… My brother is still energetic. I sipped tea again.
"There's key in hockey,
And oh! Bee in Tea"
I replied lazily, "you were d...
"I still remember that fateful day as if it happened yesterday." Maria said sipping her tea wistfully and continued, "I was writing a letter to my friend, and I had already prepared a beautiful envelope in which I was to send it. But then the pink ink leaked and smeared the whole sheet."
" Oh dear, not again! Samie, don't listen to her, she's always trying to act and talk like adults rather than a child her age. And the incident she's describing, happened yesterday, not ages ago." Salma chided her younger sister in hopes that Maria would drop the charade.
Maria went to her room and Salma let out a sigh but a second later Maria came out with a pink s...
#SkylarkChallenge 200 (#1)
"My dream car is a bright yellow Porsche….." a lady dressed in monochrome casuals sat snug and rambled to me. As she spilled tea in her excitement, her eyes snapped back to reality, my office.
While she was chattering, I was painting her reflection with pen and words. All the apparent and the obscure parts of her. People thought I was the key to the puzzle of their being, not realising they themselves gave me that key in exchange of some tea.
But this lady, who was now silent, still was a puzzle to me. I had seen her the most number of times, and yet, she was unfathomable.
She loved colors, but her lifestyle was monochromatic. She loved painting but was not vers...
they lay down in the middle of the field. It was dark but the stars were shining bright. It was quiet... Everyone was sleeping but they were awake, right there, right then, together.
When all of a sudden they heard someone's approaching footsteps, and the crumble of leaves underneath them. Slow and measured steps. Their eyes quickly darted to eachother as if to make sure they weren't mistaken, to make sure it wasn't their own imagination. As the confirmation of reality settled in, their eyes narrowed and ears picked up, in an attempt to gauge the coming danger.
Before the intruder came out in the open, they had camouflaged themselves well between the nearby trees, opposite to the danger. Bu...
Ain't the best thing in the whole universe,
Is You and Me together being 'Us'...
As my youth was standing on the verge of cliff,
I wondered what the right time to go an adventure is,
Live it like it's your last day, I read somewhere,
I set out to chase my demonic desire without any care,
Went to a different city, vacationing after a long time,
I saw a little girl of 5 with chocolate brown eyes,
I called her softly, asked her name,
Half-listening as it wasn't my aim,
Playing with her I made her to follow me,
Unsuspecting child, didn't know what's gonna be,
Behind the bushes, I touched her curls,
Making her giggle with the softest of touch,
Then slowly I tightened the grip around her arms,
Her eyes shot up in panic, but she didn't had any chance,
Not with a man of 40, lost ...
Can you listen to my tears,
Feel my fears,
As they seep out from the pool,
Spreading all over me,
They have already coated my soul,
With their sticky nature,
Now they smear my mortal body,
And I wait for it to color me whole,
Isn't this shade of grey better,
Better than that white layer,
That earlier covered my soul,
The layer of tranquilness,
Now it's chaos all around,
Or is it just inside me,
That I can't see anything else,
Maybe it has blurred my eyesight,
As far as I see, only silence meets my eyes,
Dead silence, no one's around,
No one to feel my fears,
No one to listen to my tears,
No one I can look up to wash this color,
Maybe this aloofness is good,
This color is like a communicable d...
Butterflies in tummy,
Mind has worry,
What's gonna happen,
When the two meet finally.
The sparks will flow,
The world won't see,
The magic will happen,
Which only those two will feel.
They say it's a date,
For them, time will stop,
Or maybe they'll feel,
Time running at faster speed.
The blush of her cheek,
The sparkle of his eyes,
Will dance in rhythm,
As they'll hold each other's sight.
His hand on her cheeks,
Will explode crackers in her mind,
Her eyes will close in happiness,
Seeing which his lips will curve into smile.
The world won't know,
The two have escaped,
To a magical world,
Where the nature sings of their love.
The first time ever,
They'll be together,
LIFE AND LIES
Life and lies,
Two colored streams of water,
How can one,
Like two lovers,
Like sun and warmth,
Forever and ever,
Even if one tries to hide.
Life and lies,
Story of everyone,
Whether good or bad,
It's their choice.
Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
This is stupid,
I won't follow rules.
I have my own colors,
My own coloring book,
Then it depends on me,
How the world will look.
Let's break those shackles,
That binds our imagination,
Let's rethink our whole world,
Kicking the box out of situation.
Let the black define peace,
The yellow defining anger,
Let blue be the desire,
And crimson be for passion.
Let the watermelon be purple,
Let the orange be green,
Let's pop the big bubble,
And create a fresh new scene.
Don't let others define,
The world for you.
Take the colors in your command,
And paint it the way you choose.
She wrote a line mindlessly,
He completed her words effortlessly.
A new story started.
Both started writing simultaneously.
And, that's when,
The story became incomprehensible,
For the dim-witted world.
But for those two writers,
It was nothing less than,
Vincent Van Gogh's 'starry night'.
The world can't perceive its beauty now,
One day the world will bestow it with praises heavenly.
The girl is raped,
The girl is blamed,
The girl is left,
By saying, she is bad.
The guy had fun,
The guy escapes,
With his friends,
The guy shares the incident,
The guy is hailed,
By his stupid friends.
The NGOs step in,
Thinking of helping,
The girl who suffered,
The fate none deserved.
The case enters Courts,
The debate starts,
Who is to be blamed,
The girl or the guy.
The girl is pressurized,
To give in her remaining self,
By accepting the proposal,
To end the case outside the Courts.
The proposals so dumb,
The girl laughs out,
What is to choose,
Between marrying her rapist,
And accepting money
In exchange of her modesty.
What is the price
Of one's dignity,
She asks rhetorical...
Let's make this world habitable again,
Let's join hands to diminish pain.
Close your eyes and imagine for a second,
What will the world be like if nothing bad happened.
Surely the pain, the loss is natural,
They are the emotions that make us compassionate.
But do we need another human,
Robbed of everything, just to learn something.
Do we really need a person who has no shelter, no soul by his side,
To feel that we can indeed care for another being.
And if we do need them for this lesson,
Then pray tell me how much have we practiced the lesson in real.
How many times have we,
Stretched out our hand to help someone in need.
And why then there are still,
So many souls who have no one to look up ...
Today is the very first page of a new diary,
Write your aim,
Paint your dreams,
Sing your own ballad,
Dance on your own tune.
Fill the diary with the best experiences,
Add some lifetime memories to it,
Make this diary as vibrant as your dreams,
And make each page unforgettable.
New year won't change anything if we don't change our thoughts and actions.
Happy New Year Everyone!