With a flick of a second time passes.....

With a flick of a second time passes.....

With a flick of a second time passes, just as this year has passed. It feels like yesterday itself my friends and I bunked the class and went out for a walk on the foggy highway. Shivering bodies; shaking teeth , woolen caps covering our heads and ears; rubbing hands ariled with gloves and then going to 'Aunty Da Dhaba'  for a hot cup of tea. My friends painted my life's this epoch with the colours of love, care, trust, joy, smiles, tears, choler, stupidity, separation, togetherness, gloominess; with every possible colour of emotions and may be that is why I embrace the golden era of my college life.

When it came to 'Me', I was a girl who had her own angelic, artistry, blossomy world and its existence was the prefect balance of every possible thing and may be because that I was an elegant but a bit naughty princess of my own sweet planetary. When I stepped out of this aureate world, I knew this time I had to make a new painting with the colours of maturity, sensibility and stability. And not only me but we all have to do the same.

Actually coming out of college life does not mean you are mature enough to see the world around. You are still like a newly born bird, who has small, fluffy wings and aspirations to fly but doesn't have an experience to withstand with cushy weather, with tough conditions, to be a cruel killer, to escape from being a prey, to make a cozy nest from itsy-bitsy particles. You don't feel the need of learning all these till you stay with your parents.

Well, our parents are always there as an armor to protect us from fires of the burning sphere. They try their best to make us learn how to live happily the small droplets of life but there are certain lessons which life teaches us in harsh and sometimes soft ways. When you be with your parents, you fight, you love, you cry, you laugh, you scream, you eat, you play, you sleep, you do everything in a virtual protective layer and that's what is called 'Parents' Love'. The 'Love' which is always there for you without being asked for; The 'Love' which is omnipresent no matter where you are; The 'Love' which is imperishable, which never vanishes, no matter how old are you; You realize that their love was in each and everything you do for yourself after being separated from them. You feel their love was in cooking for you , in buying your dresses, in setting your room, in washing your clothes, in sleepless nights they spent when you were ill, in worrying when you were late, in scoldings and the beatings you got when you did some mischief, in crying after beating you, in enjoying festivals with you, in lying leisurely in garden with you, in playing with you, in offering prayers for you, in hiding you in their arms when anything went wrong, in being happy seeing you happy. Ahhhhh!! in everything...!! And once you come out, you cherish all the sweet retentions hidden deep in the corner of your little soft heart and here starts the journey of transformation. The transformation which leads to what you are today!

Because life is beautiful and not always blue......

I got this poem in my mailbox; It really moved me..so sharing here with you all :)

Sometimes in life you feel so blue,
But someone somewhere is not happy as you....

Far at the border when a soldier sleeps,
Missing his loved ones he silently weeps....

Somewhere a mother painfully sighs,
Because her new-born baby didn't open its eyes....

Somewhere a poor dad silently cries,
Seeing his son begging a bowl of rice...

In an orphnage a little girl is sad,
When she misses her mum & dad...

When reason to smile u may not have any,
Just say to yourself that you r happier than many

Because life is beautiful & not always blue,
And someone somewhere is not happy as you.

Fascinating Paths.....

Passing through fascinating paths, 
Crossing the fresh flowing baths,
On falling leaves dried, 
Grateful heart cried.
Eyes couldn't enclose the beauty,
Wanted to see the whole minutely, 
Peacefulness all around, 
Magic prevailing surround. 
The fresh pleasant pool, 
Cured the tiredness by water cool, 
Step by step moving towards destination,
The only guide was concentration. 
At last I reached the door open, 
Where 'He'(God) was standing with 'His' arms open,
 Called me and took me in 'His' arms, 
And then there was all calms.

Showers of love in Bangalore!

It was February, “The month of love”.  All seek for an inimitable way to express their intense love for their loved ones.  Some present flowers and some present precious gifts; some go to parties and some spend time with their loved ones. 

It had been one month and 20 days, I was in Bangalore.  Bangalore, the city where no one has time for others in their fastest running life; where no one cares for other; no matter what happens; there I was trying to settle down to fulfill some undreamt dreams, some unspoken aspiration, some unthought-of thoughts. Every morning I woke up with a strong determination to do something; passed through the crowd of hundreds with a hope to be uniquely identified some day; every night slept with some desires in the heart. Each day I was struggling, to prove myself!  prove my potential! my determination! till the day my heart questioned me “For what actually you are fighting back? Are you trying to prove yourself or are you trying to know yourself, your inner self,  your heart; For what I was supposed to be here, far away from my parents, my home? What was it? Was it job, money, freedom, my self esteem, my dreams? What? Although this question was running in my mind continuously but ever tried to escape to answer this question. Why I escaped..Even i don't know..!! 

'Nature' being the mother knows the inner of your heart. So certainly being the Super Power 'She' has its own 'Onliest' way of expressing her will; and that can come out any moment, in any form! Right?? Well, for me too 'Nature' dramatically did something, which blossomed my 'Dried Heart' as with the touch of sunrays a flower blooms out. 

It was a normal day, when I being a bit upset; walking in anger, was coming back from the office; when suddenly Nature showered her love on me in form of beautiful rainfall. When those pious raindrops touched me, don't know where my anger disappeared!! And at that time I realised what all I was missing!! The melodious music of leaves when cool breeze passed touching them; gout of rain falling on earth's chest as if it was expressing its intense happiness of being one once again after such a long seperation and hence I was enjoying my first rainfall in Bangalore; when Nature understood my inner most feelings and tried to enlighten me in an exuberant way.

All this itself gave a bubbling feeling, Feeling that can't be expressed in words but seriously illuminated my inner self. I could hardly resist myself to go into rain and get fully drenched in 'Shower of Love'  and at that moment all I knew was Who am I, What am I, all my personality; everything melted...nothing was there; simply 'I' was there that moment.....leaving everything behind...!

My Heart's Vault

A mess has been created in my mind,

Which has just made me bumpkin from kind.

Everything seems to have been knotted,

A layer of damnation on my heart has been coated.

I keep on moping around all the day,

Whimper within myself snatching my own gay.

Sometimes I yell silently,
Fell as if it will continue for eternity.

I try to come out of this poser of thoughts without any delay,
But I think this predicament will take my breath away.

Its all my sodding fault,
Which might take me to my heart's vault.

Now I keep on searching the ways to penance,

This search might lead to my tranience.

Humans in Devil faces...!

Everyday we listen to the news like “hundreds of people killed in riots”, “property of lacs destroyed by the rebellions”, “remorselessness among the followers led to demonstration and heavy destruction” and much more such news. Riots after riots, blood shedding protests, death after death, all in the sequence and in the end we are just left with regrets!

Think of a mother who is waiting for her young and only son to return back home, think of a newly married girl who is seeking way of her husband, think of small kids who are crying for their father who would never come back, think of the family members who lost their only earning member…!! Have we ever thought how hard it is for the people to overcome such unusual deaths when they actually occur? Have we ever thought of the people whose suffering never come an end because of such incidents? Have we ever thought of the consequences these continuous happenings can bring in the society? Isn’t it the high time to break the silence that is creeping into the deep roots of the nation and weakening them?

Now if, we throw the light on the core cause of these communal riots, surprisingly the answer will be “we never gave a thought to it..!”. No one is concerned of bringing the cause out and vanishing it from the very depth. Is the law and order of our country responsible for this? Or the government is responsible? According to me, every single person around us is the victim of such riots and communal fights. Things keep moving faster and faster and the nation as always keeps going even faster in forgetting what happened. With so many things happening around one wonders what to remember and what not to. Beside we have far more problems in our own homes to sort rather to sort the nation’s problems. This is how the mentality of a normal Indian has turned into. Why have we become so senseless, why have we just disowned the mess that we cannot even blame no one else for.

India is a nation that believes in “unity in diversity” but can anyone answer that “Are the communal riots the example of unity in our nation?” These communal riots are the outcome of the HUMANS IN DEVIL FACES..!! and analysing properly we’ll come to know that the one who is behind these devil faces are none other than the political people (not all but majority of them). They create issues, make naive people the part of it by playing with their emotions, create a tussle between them, thousands of innocents suffer, create a huge pit between the two communities forever and ever and these political people make hell advantage out of it. Just for few votes they play such dirty games, play with the emotions of the public.

We, as public get befooled so easily so easily on name of religion. Isn’t it strange that we being so mature and well educated; then also we are not able to differentiate between the reality and the delusion created by these demons? And if this will continue, it would lead us nowhere and would be only the reason for our obliteration. Then this saying wouldn’t be wrong to say “HUMEIN TO APNO NE LOOTA GAIRON MEIN KAHAAN DUM THA”. So its better for us and our prosperous future that we start recognising the real and true face behind these masks.