He entered in his new house,
old and dilapidated,
dusty and dark.
Raked all curtains and furniture,
out in the porch,
but a vase,
that lied broken on the floor.
Blue, round and imprinted flowers,
with its simplicity and austere beauty,
it took away his heart.
Carefully, he picked up all its pieces,
and kept them on the rack.
Days passed by,
patiently, he worked,
on his new personal project.
It was like an enigma,
One fine afternoon,
proudly he stood,
with eyes filled with pristine smile.
There it was,
complete and intact, his blue vase,
without a sign of crack.
Days passed by, again,
and he rejoiced with his blue pal.
One fine afternoon, again,
he oscillated to and fro,
conversing on the telephone.
Loud voice, louder it got,
his gait turned into a trot.
Waving his hand in the air,
he turned back,
watched his companion,
In a moment,
it turned into pieces,
more in number than before.
Fragility, he ignored,
until he saw it broken,
on that same old floor.
PS: Never try to mend things with the intention of breaking them again. Had he threw those broken pieces initially with all the furniture, it would have never suffered the pain of breaking all over again. At the end, it lied on the same floor, hugging its destiny that he tried to change!
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Sweating and panting,
Amid forests and highways,
In pain and anger,
In peace and happiness.
Jump like squirrels
Undulating in woods,
Encourage me to love and live,
Dishearten me to leave and quit.
Unaware of others passing by,
Like they have a train to catch.
Not for any train,
To fall, to get hurt,
To repose and to run again.
Every fall leads to a better run,
Every bruise gives a bigger lesson,
Every mile is a new challenge,
Challenge that i accept,
With no intention of turning back.
With my shoes set,
Balancing my pulses
And gusting breath,
Sweating and panting,
As in the beginning,
I run again!
Why rape few, rape us all,
and we will thank you,
on the behalf of those,
sitting quietly, patiently
like a dummy,
in the big AC halls.
Rape everyone’s sister,
when they are born.
till they grow
Three, four or five years old.
We know, we cant fight your arms,
Nor can we take off your body,
When it coverts ours.
Why suffocate us,
Send us to brothels,
The minute we start to walk,
Or even before that, my “dear lords”!
Skin, skin, skin
Thats what you see
Thats what you know
Thats what you want and you feel.
Why you forget to notice it,
all over the body of your mom and sis!
Oh! My mistake…sorry no more blame like that,
Some times you do forget,
You walk over your mothers,
Who taught you to walk.
So i say it again,
Why rape few, RAPE us all!
As I look at married couples all around, in grocery stores or shopping malls or baby shops, I wonder do they really love each other.
Have they ever planned about their old age days or they haven’t sat down to plan anything at all after their honeymoon.
I am going to attend my uncle’s wedding. Its an arranged one. Every relative and friend is invited and a grand party will be organized. Everyone will wear fancy, attractive and expensive dresses, will dance, will enjoy, have good food and then set back to their homes.
Bride and groom, after so many hectic days, would prefer to sleep and then more rituals will follow. Eventually, both of them will get used to it and apply this”getting used to” philosophy for their whole life.
In India, maximum people marries same way. Some get lucky enough to find their love of life in the person they married but most of them ends up having responsible, monotonous and may be miserable life. However, they stick big-wide smile on their faces proving right the theory of our ancestors “for the sake of society marry someone who belongs to same caste, religion, has good job and family back ground and love will happen eventually”
We can’t arrange marraiges, they get arranged by themselves when correct time and person arrives. Marraige is an important affair and it involves the person with whom we have to share rest of our lives. How could we take such a big decision by referring some papers or consulting priests. Our life is not about the alignment of stars, its about us, people around us, our objectives in life, our believes, habits and families.
People can spend their life with a person they don’t even want to see, with someone who take out shit out of their mind, with someone who quarrels all the time, without complaining. They might opt for suicide because of frustration, it doesn’t mean they have to.
We consider betting in sports as a serious crime then why we bet our lives in the institute of marraige. How much hypocrite we are…with situations our morals change!
We will have to change the definition of successful marraiges. It should not be about big fat wedding, or no divorce or couple with children doing fine. It should be and it is about couples falling in love everyday, holding and hugging with compassion for whole life, growing old together not because they have to but because they want to.
I don’t know if the marraige I am going to attend will be successful or not, but I can assure I will dress well, eat a lot and party hard.
I miss you,
Can’t even express,
The longing am going through.
I know, you feel the same,
But right now, right here,
Am burning ,
with every breath am taking in.
my life is without you.
My eyes not getting your sight,
My heart empty without your words.
What am I doing here,
I think hard,
When we are meant to be together.
Tough, tough, tougher,
It is becoming for me.
Tear, sighs and long breaths,
Will not lullaby my heart anymore.
Come to me,
Or let me.
Take away this pain
and set me free.
Vasu entered the college and looked every where for Vidhi. She was sure that Vidhi alone can explain what happened last night. She knew her mother was hiding something, as she could easily read her face. Finally she found Vasu, sitting in canteen with her usual friends Rene, Aditya, Amiya and Siddhi.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Vasu popped into their conversation that was about swimming styles and which one of them is the best.
“no” Vidhi said bluntly without even looking at her like she was watching her entering and heading to them. They continued their conversation.
“I need to know what happened yesterday” Vasu pitched in with louder voice but they continued and acted as if Vidhi is invisible, for a second she thought she is a ghost but then she knew she was not. Annoyed and hurt of such rude ignorance, she aggressively patted both of her palms on the table. Coke spilled out, cups were shaking for seconds and five of them watched her in surprise. How on this earth, this small- helpless creature could react in such a way, they thought simultaneously.
Vidhi didn’t react and sat still. Aditya stood and answered calmly “you fainted and we took you to your home”
“WE? Mother said it was just Vidhi”
“She would have forgotten to mention us. Now you got your answer??”
“No. Tell me what happened to those people who grabbed me. I can still feel their grip on my arms.”
“how could we know, you were lying there, we picked you up and dropped you off.”
“is that all, how could I not get hurt severely, they were too many!”
“OKAY…” Vidhi rose up with that is enough attitude and turned Vasu towards her.
“so you are amazed why you are not hurt, why there are no cuts on your head, hands, stomach and legs? You wanted to get hurt…severely! You know what, I have an idea to fulfill your wish. Today in the evening, when it will be dark and few people will be around, then walk back to your home passing the same cul-de-sac you had taken yesterday and let strangers help you with your damn books. Then go and have snacks with them in some filthy shop. I am sure, this time we will find you bruised and naked and not wrapped up in some torn clothes. I swear you will hurt yourself…severely.” as she hastily finished,tears filled in her eyes but Vasu’s were rolling out rapidly one after another.
Aditya tried to hold Vidhi’s shoulder but she flied away her hands and walked towards exit not allowing tears to roll down and all of them got lost inside her iris.
“Vidhi!” aditya called her from back.
“drop her to her home Adi. She needs her mama’s lap” Vidhi said in a voice so hoarse that everyone knew she needed to be alone.
Adi took Vasu with him and Rene, Amiya and Siddhi sat there in the canteen gravely in silence for few moments and then continued with their discussion on swimming and finished all the left overs.
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