Consider their ways too!

Classical thoughts may not be naive,
they must be wise for others.
Like the old Banyan tree, sagacious and shrewd,
something else must be catchy for you.

Oh dear, philanthropy!
Do not blame misanthropy!
They'd have different outlook,
although they contradict you.
Consider their ways too, now,
they can be true someday, somehow.

Oh religion!
please don't blame atheism!
Although they don't believe in God,
they may believe in mankind.
Thoughts, though secernated,
feelings may be the same.
Consider their ways too, now,
They can be true someday, somehow!

Mankind is varied,
flamboyant and vivacious.
It has a different part in each color.
Things, though different, aren't  fallacious,
all it needs is a different outlook altogether.

Past is gone!

       We march forward with the momentum. Marching ahead, we step on stones, wind steps on us. We step in mud, rain steps on us. But when we cross the finish line, the rain, wind, mud and stones are just an infinitesimal part of our march.
     When we recall our march, we recount the finish line that was seen ahead but not the steps. Our life is analogous to a stepping march.
       We have to recount the destination and successes rather than the hindrances. However, there are words which hamper this theme like, 'regret', 'bad memories' and 'lamentation'. We, walk through fire, but humans remember the burns instead of lessons.
     It is said, we should learn from our mistakes. However, it should be proceed by, 'and then forget the mistakes'. If a mistake teaches us something, it is good. If it troubles you, better let it go with the polar winds. But, keep the lessons with you and do not let them go. 
    In order to memorize things, they should be revised frequently. But, if past is not pleasant, why do we recall it over and over?The time gone is gone and is gone forever, it is never useful crying over slopped milk. 
       Learn from it and forget it. Lurking between the past and present can only spoil our future. All we have to do is move on. Begin with a smile and a vacant head, where vacancy awaits lessons and good of the path instead of the regrets and heartbreaks. So, better recall the good moments and continue the march.

The known stranger

It was just the other day,

when I was accompanied by my mates,

with giggles followed the smirks and laughs.

The sights on us went unnoticed.

For a moment, my face was frayed,

as I incidentally noticed those eyes.

those left me whimsical with my heart pondering.

my brain recounted the scenes, shared with her to me.

Those weren't really needed,

I never really had to recall.

For, the part of the person was with me,

but the scenes, shared were weakened.

I wished to hug her as we used to before,

but wondered if the hug would be back tighter,

I wished to tell her secrets and incidents

but my lips went heavy wondering,

if the ears would really care to hear.

the millimeters were now kilometers

as the hearts couldn't hear each other.

I saw my new friends to whom I can tell my feelings,

but was gloomy over the thought,

that the moments won't be again with her.

I said 'hi' and beamed radiantly, 

with awkward courtesy which was new.

I saw in those known eyes whom I had known so long

But averted my gaze, as they were

nothing more than known strangers now.

It all comes back to the backyard grave.

The vacillating voice hits my head
With numerous cries
And impairing sound.
I have been hurt enough though, 
Can't grasp the meaning 
Can't grasp the thud 
Obstinate mind, would never try to hear 
The suggestion so true 
The voice in blues 
Faced hard cracks with shattering loud,
My heart, it gets up and searches for wows,
Promises by cheaters with cheering hopes
It all comes back to the backyard grave

Eyes can't stop looking at it,
Mind runs back to the memories again 
Thoughts are bright but dim is the light,
It yearns for more shine 
and yearns for rains
And it all takes me back to the fruitless hopes
And it all comes back to the backyard grave.

Without the concern for the future.

         With arms stretched standing on the edge of mountain, the man shouted,"Don't worry dear, some solution will flow to you like this wind" he could have fallen from that height. He was a step away from death. 
       He turned around to see me in my life jacket. I was on my trip to the cliffs of the high mountains. He came near me and said, "Don't worry dear, the wind won't let you hit the ground" I heard his voice fading and it finally disappeared among the bushes. 
     The man might have been a rebel or an audacious. Whoever he was, he was least concerned about future. He showed no sign of concern for anything around him. His call which echoed, signaled about his problem. With the wonder for the man, I reminisced all the moments. 
         Moments which I had spent without any fear or concern. I ended up with nothing in my mind. I remembered, the slides which had me sliding down but landing me in mud. I used to get serious scoldings from my mom for dirtying my clothes. Was that really something which I had done without the concern for future?
      I remembered the falls from my bicycle. No matter how many times I landed heavily hurting myself, I used to get up and ride the cycle again. I kept wondering. 
          Our adult mind keeps developing year by year, day by day and moment by moment. With the development, comes the worries of losing the complexities. We are taught to take care of ourselves because, we get life only once. 
     This is how, we survive, we walk carefully, perturbing about any accident that may strike us. We are constantly ruled by fear. We do everything with great manoeuvre in fear of the future. That is true that we get life only once. But it is also true that life is to live,not to survive, being afraid of the dangers that may end our life. 
       We think about others more than we think of ourselves. Care, affection and also responsibilities, they hover around our minds. I thought about it more and I was relishing more memories which I had lived being dauntless. With the wind hitting my face, I sat on the edge of the mountain. This time I felt the wind in my fist rather than seeing for the height from I may fall, or anything that may happen to me in near future.

When I'd spent it for me for the last.

My rusted duct and somnolent eye

Met a stature which wasn't so fresh

Lost and fragile having dry lips

It had no cover for the feet

It had no cover for its weeps

It holds my arm with scanty grip

Yet so vulnerable to writhe

The innocent face with weary eyes

Wore tons of kindness without any lies

It stared at me with those drowsy eyes

But I still hesitated facing it a while

Still I couldn't recognize the stature

Myriad guesses, yet not so sure

Thought of people who were my friends?

Thought of relatives, love, yet no end!

Couldn't identify those drowsy eyes

I suspected my smart and witty mind

With list of names whirling inside,

Suddenly I felt like I left a name behind

The pieces began falling into places

Like the crosswords gleaming with keys

I got the hold on my own hand,

It kept shivering throughout

I scrolled my sight to the stature’s eyes,

And faced it strong though with fright.

The painful strokes hit me hard,

writhing with pain, ripped apart.

I searched in the time flying by in the past

When I’d spent it for me for the last

No answers, ignored myself

Not enough dauntless to face myself

I hit the ground hard wondering,

What all mirror had taught me forlornly.

On the busy streets of Mumbai.

        "Hey, something of you fell down" I heard someone say behind, approaching me. I turned around to see my mobile cover lying on the railway platform. I wondered how it fell on the ground. My gaze met the lady who had informed me about it. 
    'Thank you aunty, it's too kind of you' 
   I exposed my gratitude as politely as I could. These escorts on the busy streets of Mumbai are very mundane. One would be informed by a car driver that we haven't locked the car door properly, or the bike stand is still down. People care for each other on these busy streets.
       People get out from their homes early morning with a mind full of stress, responsibilities, and also frustration  But these busy minds are also full of love and compassion. They dream, day dream and have a vision full of peace and serenity. The massive potholes in rainy season, heavy traffic jams, inordinate crowds in Mumbai locals are worth to be frustrated with. Yet, the common citizens ignore these hindrances and look forward to their day's agendas. 
     Mumbai is a multilingual, multi-religious city. People from all over India migrate here in search of better employments. Mumbai is the ultimate destination for the people seeking glamour and finance as Bollywood, India's main film industry works here. This makes Mumbai the most populated city in India. Over the years, the overcrowding on each street has been a matter of concern for every Mumbaikar. The heavy trains early morning don't have a single void to occupy extra commuters. People climb on train tops, they stand in the spaces between two train cars or they hang in the trains risking their lives. Everyday, there are approximately 10 deaths on the tracks.
      In Mumbai, time is more valuable than life. That is why, it is called the busiest city in India. Here, time waits for none. It is also the prime focus for the terrorists who aim for India. 11/7, 26/11 are great examples of it. Mumbai is battered, assailed, and weakened. Yet, the city dares to stand back with the will and power of citizens as, the people here are no inhumane.
       They help each other and assist fellow citizens in crucial times.Then the assistance can be of any form. Be it just telling about fallen cover!
     With the thoughts about my home city whirling around my mind, a beam occurred on my face. And when I focused back on the railway station, I saw the overcrowded Kalyan local halted on the platform. With efforts, I somehow boarded it. It brought another beam on my face!

Time- a precious possession of mankind.

  The wristwatch can prove to be the most attractive thing in a chemistry lecture. With each moment passing by, we are inquisitive staring at the watch again and again. Just a long time after we check the watch, it’s still 2 minutes passed. But, comically, we crave for the 2 minutes siesta in the morning before getting up. Even a whole day is short if we are chatting with our best friend. The talks are endless but the time is never enough for us to feel contented.

  The cold breezes can be our companion for hours if we are alone and in a good mood. Then, getting up from that pleasant place is an unsound idea. The one hour in train without anyone to talk with can be dreadful. But it can be pleasant with someone fine. Then departing the train is not what you’d like.

  It’s intriguing to know how we classify time. 10 minutes can be too short for someone playing in the rains but too long for the one who is alone in a crowded place. 12 hours spending time on computer never matters, but the 40 minutes during the match are the most stressful.

  We never know how time passes by, with each spent moment; we look forward to the future. But when we look back, we see everything grown, matured and aged. Every yearly occasion is more established year by year. We live, learn, commit errors and also learn from the mistakes. This is what the miracles by a dimension called as time does.

  When we’re busy with our routines, we glare at the mechanical details of nature. When we’re not busy, we can render any possible detail of nature. This time is also termed as the most valuable thing in this world. We have it, we acquire it, but at times, we don’t care for it. We feel we have ample of time. But we never know how unpredictable time can be.

  We should learn how to use time. The appealing facet rules over any other dimension in this world. Scientists are busy trying to discover time machines for the ease of mankind. The fascinating discovery can make people go imprudent. This discovery can lead to different outcomes.

  Till any such facility for time travelling is available, time gone is gone forever. We should learn to care for it, to preserve it and to respect it. So spend your time utilizing it in a good way and live each moment till eternity. No one knows what time has in store for us. 

Worth the battle, till the victory.

Protracted rides with massive heights,

Were at odds throughout my flight

And they tried to pull me down then,

Fought with me and gave me pains.

I kept flying with the greatest might,

Dreams were high and bright was sight

Dreamed of clouds that gave the rains,

Along the will, which was too fain.

Fury rides and massive heights weren't fragile though,

They hit me hard, left me wretched all of which got me low.

It didn't affect my pace then, so I endured flying high

 But the foe got livid and was teed off in the eye

The foe hit me again and it banged me to and fro,

With grudge on his face and the posture which was raged so

It was excruciating, it left me feeble, had nothing left to apply.

I still had hopes though; I knew it was nothing more than a lie.

I was injured with nerves aching,

with world around, my mind shaking.

Then I realized who the foe was,

It hadn't lamented for my destructive loss

It was me who vacillated to it assuming,

I was weak and it can be no good struggling

I stood again and hit the foe, with a high toss

Now it regretted and knew who the boss was!

I learned that,

 I could be strong despite my disability

If I’m strong, I can overcome people’s malignity

Blindness can’t blindfold me ever

Deafness can still be in my favor

Amputee though I am, it’s never a complexity

I can stand and fight the world with absolute serenity

Lost angels.

Flood of hopes was forceful and

It brought us to the ecstasy land

With the sea reckoning the dreams

And smiles flowing in the nearby streams.

The sun had every reason feel glad

As on this day, new toddler was born from sand.

She was called as goddess of earth

She was called off what she was worth

She was here with some intention,

She was here to placate all the associations

She was not a naive in the world

Universe was pleased by her birth.

There came a smirk and earth lost the gem

Flood of hopes reverted back to the frame

The early birds struggled to conceal the melancholy

But the sun went behind the clouds, shedding tears, forlornly.

She wasn't liked by someone who was not the same

He was the evil spirit, disgrace to the human’s name.

He took her away in the darkest of the nights

He had no regret, pity or the slightest plight.

She got scared and screamed for help,

Yet no one bothered to hear her yelps.

Mercy was denied and she was at the height

The toddler was helpful and surmounted by fright.

By now she was released and was in the air

Couldn't be rescued and it wasn't at all fair.

She was put forth for what she didn't deserve

She couldn't do for what she was reserved.

Death facing her and she could just glare

Still the feeling to defeat which was too rare.

Daily, these angels have to surrender

No one’s there to save them ever

If this goes on, angels will be lost

And all just will be at the honor’s cost

World has to fight and must be fairer

Nature must smile with world, happy and merrier.

How are we inspired by advertisements?

   It wouldn't be an unusual scenario, watching a lady dancing with all bliss because she has her clothes shining white (probably in a brand advertisement). We couldn't even envisage some of the outrageous scenes in our lives before the advertisements, were publicized.

   We see famous actresses like Katrina and Kareena complaining about their hair fall and dandruff problems. It leaves us wondering if their shampoos affect only temporarily leaving them with their problems again after some days. It might sound funny, but the hyperbole shown by beauty products in their ads are found quite inspiring by people all over. Rather than telling us to accept us as we are, it tells us how impurities reside in our skins and we are not beautiful as we think.

  Advertisements tell us to spray deodorants to catch people’s attention. Women can even get fascinated to waiters if they use effective deodorants. They have taglines stating even angels can fall for you if you use a certain spray. What happened to the old concept that a beautiful heart can attract more hearts rather than a beautiful face?

  Even daily and basic things like toothpaste are advertised in a splendid way! The child got cavities using ordinary toothpaste. But then he was told to use other toothpaste recommended by dentists all over the world and now he had sparkling and healthy teeth.

  

   This shows us to what extent brand can go to advertise their products; ‘Use it or see your life getting destroyed’.

  Some of them give out excellent messages like we see in havells: ‘hava badal de’. These ads can have an enormous impact on viewers in a positive way. But as I mentioned, it’s ‘some’.

  Maximum of the ads give out wrong morals to the public. Not every person is rational enough to decide what advertise they should be inspired by.

   These ads flash on out TV screens every now and then. We can’t obviate them. All we can do is take the good and let the bad. And everything depends on us how we see it. Believe that your skills and intelligence can help you win the world.

    So don’t get influenced by beauty products saying:’get beautiful and the world will be yours’.

what did cascading teach us?

  "Oh no, brakes' not working" I muttered to myself. Down I went with acceleration in the wheels of my bicycle. I'd been told that the slope was somewhat unusual. Still, the faith on me and my bike got me going through. I'd no idea what was going to happen to me in the next few seconds. With all my efforts, I tried to provide friction with my feet. Still, it was fruitless.
  Till now, I was convinced that I was going to have a terrible fall. But there was no clue, when was that going to happen. Suddenly, slope found a plain path and with all my hindrance that my feet could provide, my cycle stopped and I tumbled down. With the hills and dales of the path, my knee was severely injured with rashes leaving it bleeding.
 My friend came running with dismayed expressions. She assisted me to get up. To everybody's surprise, I had a smile on my face. Even though whatever happened in last few moments was horrifying, it was a well known feeling. It was not something I had experienced for the first time. I saw the wound which was severely bleeding and summoned up the childhood memories. I recalled the time when I'd learned riding bike. The cascades had been petrifying at that time, leaving me crying for hours. But as I grew up, falling down became a part of my life.
  Games included my ardent play and surrendering me to the sport in which I and my friends have fallen for multitude of times. The falls taught us to help and assist each other in bad times. If I'd been afraid of falling before learning to ride bike, I'd have never learnt it. It resembles to our lives as 'if we were afraid of failing, we wouldn't have stood up on our own feet'.
  Falls in our lives make us strong human beings. They teach us to battle, defend and make a new beginning. If a person hasn't experienced something bad, he might not make efforts for success considering the past failures. And in the end, that's what life is all about, taking risks, keeping faith and surviving.
  Then why not take risks and experience falls? It might teach you to rise from it all by yourself.

Delhi- capital of the country?

The city of love as it was defined,

‘dilwalon ki’ it was always described,

Royal heritage it possesses,

the great history of which it had the traces.

The ravishing city had the face,

with awe for it and the somber grace.

But day by day, beauty faded away,

Taking away, the sparkling sun’s ray.

Daily headlines abashed the city,

With time passing by, women lost their sovereignty.

The horrifying eyes, eyed them with no pity,

Left all the women scared and petrified in the city.

Still, some had the courage to stand up again

Revolve and protest against the evil and wicked brains.

The city can’t lose its grace this way

It is the capital of the country anyway.

With hope in hearts and plans in the mind,

We can fight and leave evil behind,

To all those who thought women are tender feebly

They are strong enough to defeat you bleakly.

Do we achieve our goals?

   Clouds would have been impossible if the air planes weren't invented. Communicating would have been just a rare incident in years if telephones weren't discovered. The prominent minds were not only bright, but also imaginative who imagined the innovations before they were invented.
      Every child is born with a creative mind who creates a colorful and interesting scenario in mind of his future as he grows up. He dreams, imagines and is rigid enough to work on the goals relevant to his interest. 
    There would have been a bulky number of sportsmen, musicians and mountaineers around the world if these dreams would have been true enough. Many of these dreams are strangled by fate and circumstances as a child grows up. The innocent eyes are startled when they encounter the menacing truths of the life.
      Students are taught to choose a career that can provide them with enough money to survive. The growing costs of necessities are shown as the sign of red alert before the child chooses his field. There are myriad students opting engineering and medical. In some way or the other they end up in academics. The tender limbs which grew running on the tracks are made to sink into books for their careers. 
      A career in music, arts or sports is considered to be too risky. As a result, India has only handful of sportsmen and rising talent. Creativity among the young is fading away in a devastating manner. We find it hard to know that who is throttler. If imagination is faded away, we might not be able to imagine the future excogitations.  If dreams are not given roots, the tree might grow into a dry stature with unhappy state of minds and wont do any good to the country.

Criminal minds and guilt.

   Over the years, materialistic values have taken roots among people. The desire for more have laid some into beds of success while, some on the rocks of trouble. 
   We are always taught to aim high. We know that aiming low is a crime. We are also taught to achieve our goals by 'hook or crook'. Some are fortunate enough to achieve the goals while some fall short of assistance or help.
     Most of the times, the financial assistance is a key factor for crimes. Other factors include vengeance, enmity, or orgy to see someone in terrible state to satisfy oneself as we see in rape cases.  
     These criminals who bring out such crimes are imprisoned. They are treated worse than servants for their own good. The aim behind this is to make them feel guilty. The guilt takes over the barbarous mindset in some cases, while in some, the criminal plans for more new ways of committing crime without getting caught.
   The guilty make a new beginning to start life afresh. People discover how wrong was their conception towards life and the way of living it. A sensible person too can footle in such a predicament. He acts what he has never intended to.
   It is rightly said, a strong person is the one who won't ever let his mind loiter for money or lusts. The one who thinks twice of the consequences before doing it is successful in the long run.

Face of india's independence.

Reminiscing the beauty,

the heart's not in sight.

Ravishing was the sovereignty

when the sight was more than bright.

Kept the future off the pace,

as optimistic was the rain

Mind kept dreaming of the face, 

which was run by the brain.

Freedom was a sparkling ray,

stars were gazed by the eyes.

Liberal mind loitered away,

but heart searched for fireflies.

Obstructions had their way ahead,

and so we had in anyway. 

We knew how hard the liberty was laid,

so we had lot of dues left to pay.

The ravishing face faded away 

leaving the ugly traces of fright 

Evil took over the sun's ray,

along with the country's clerisy and bright.

"The struggle for liberty proved difficult and painstaking in numerous ways. The day we got independence was optimistic and ravishing. It was a beautiful face of India we looked ahead for. But as the years passed, the ravishing face faded away. We still have homage to pay to freedom fighters to make India the beautiful face which we had dreamt of earlier"

                                                                                                                                           

  

End of the world?

     Last night, I was waken up by a rueful dream. The dream left me shaken. I couldn't recollect each detail of the dream but the outline of the dream was clear in my mind.        
      I was disturbed throughout the day. Lectures were neglected along with the other routine that went by. I was within myself, lost and dumbfounded. Friends couldn't make out my situation even after great attempts to make me smile. All I had on my face was perplexity with bewildered expressions.
        After sometime, perplexity on my face faded away, with me retaining my normal features back. I elucidated the incident to my friends. 
        "The world has become a fireball emitting tremendous heat in the space. The excess of heat energy of earth is being given out faster than the rate of the sun" I told recalling it in my mind.
   The pictures of the earth bursting from its core were sliding through my retina at a rapid rate.
     "This all began before many years. The trees were cut down, the wild was killed, the innocent were terrified and the atmosphere didn't yield" "There was heat in the air, acid in the rains, cruelty among people and insolence for this world. The world had become selfish, greedy and materialistic. Polar ice was melting at a rapid pace with extinction of polar animals. 
      As time passed by, there was only one animal left, 'pollution'. Man died with the death of humanity. Death took over this cruel man. He ruined the green earth leaving behind ashes of rue and sorrows. The earth had to end someday. The remains of cruelty were omens of this end of the world" 
     I had tear in my eye by now as I ended my sentence. My friends looked at me in disbelief but trying to soothe me. There was a moment of silence between us. 
       Suddenly, I saw towards the bedroom window. The sky was dark by now. But there was no sign of tree. The concrete jungle was full of buildings and cement structures. The greenery was a hidden thing between the long extended concrete lands. It was the moment when I related the reality with my dream. That was more of a nightmare trying to intimidate me. 
     "The conditions before the end of the world were alike those which are today. Only the difference was the extent of horror in the dream" I thought to myself. 
     The dream woke me up from the deep sleep I was in with hopes of tomorrow which I thought would be brighter. Everyday we hope of our serendipity and good fortune to be kind on us. We expect miracles when we contribute none to this nature. We expect rain even though we know that there are no huge mountains to stop the black clouds. We expect great things without any contribution to the fortune of this nature. 
      There won't be the end of this world if the destruction of nature is stopped at first place. Humanity can be the boon to nature. Let us care of our fellow beings and this nature more than we care for ourselves. No doubt, the world can be a better place to live.

Assault for no reason?

Burnt eyes and ruptured face, 

She went through a lot, 

But now, it’s the world she can’t face.

     The words put a sharp edge of blade on our hearts. It’s the same effect we have after hearing about an acid attack victim.

     It’s been few hours, since I heard about the case in Bandra. Some Delhi based girl was attacked at Bandra terminus with a strong acid. Sources say that the assaulter had proposed the girl for marriage but she refused. Is this the reason? It is not yet proclaimed about the accused. Whatever it may be, whatever may be the reason, but does it sound justifiable?

  Some months ago, I heard about the acid attack case in Uttar Pradesh, a girl was attacked as she refused to pay heeds to the obscene demands of ‘savage’ men in her locality. Her life was ruined. The bright girl was punished for no reason. She paid heed to her qualms and perceptions rather than being coward. But she wasn’t acclaimed! She was punished. The acid burnt her. For years, she was just a half dead body waiting for a miracle to wake her up.

     A big satire about this issue is that the acid is the cheapest product available to ruin someone’s life. The victim is ruptured. The main fact to be given heed to is, most of the times, it is the male ego or male chauvinism that brings such cases into picture. The girl is helpless. Anytime, anywhere, anyone can attack her as she is determined about her decisions in her life. She won’t pay attention to trivial demands from trivial people around her? And why would she?
   All these years, we have heard about cases of rape, molestation, acid attacks, and murders. All these remind us about the sick mentality of Indian men. Women for them aren’t humans; they don’t have their own mind. And if any woman has, she can’t have it anymore. She has to be punished.

    We can’t just sit and watch these reports flashing on our screens anymore. It’s a high time to bear this injustice. If women are given rights, they have to be paid attention to. If acid has high hydrogen potency, we have a greater potent mind to fight against it.

     

A stronger girl!

Little flowers for the little girl
little pistols for the strong her,
she'd learn them as time passes by, 
'cause tomorrow she knows she has to fly. 

All the horrid minds have their eye on her,
With their awful hearts they try to harass her.
Mental illness leaves her disturbed. 
Still it's time to apply all the skills she has nurtured.

With her strength she can put down all the evils,
She'll overcome them by calling for fairies
She'll get up and prove that she is capable
Of all the bad statements that stated her as vulnerable.

One day world will know her importance
She won't be judged merely by her appearance.
As she is the most beautiful creation, 
Diversity in her looks deserves more than just appreciation. 

save them before it's too late!

I saw a little frog that day,
hopping around to find his way.

A flashback started in my mind,
ray of memories I had left behind.

The tiny tadpoles I possessed years back,
amazed I had been seeing those jolly jacks.

That little tots grew up then
and I left the frogs in the first rain

Away they went with search for new way,
but they kept me sad weeping all day

time flew but I didn't forget them,
but every year i found all frogs in mayhem

The frogs started losing their population,
now I could watch only few even in rainy season

That alone frog made my phrase
thinking about those frogs that I had raised.

Little creatures need our attention
and also great love need not to be mentioned

So save them today, don't let them wait.
Save these animals before it's too late.

Curve that's more than enough!

   Alone in dark room and thinking about life. Suddenly, a pointless curve appears which is made by your lips.

This pointless curve enlightens your face. Or in other words, makes you look beautiful! This just happened and you couldn’t stop from doing it. What is this curve which beautifies you?

    Is it just another way of presenting your thoughts, like tears do? Or is it a manner of greeting someone? The answers are many, but question’s still tricky, isn’t it?

   This curve in simple terms is called as smile. As we know, we wear it for myriad hours in our lifetime. Some people are used to this smile. They always bear it whatever the situation is. But what do we feel when we meet such people? We obviously don’t feel bad. Instead, we feel special and amusing.

    This smile has many such charms. A smile can decide someone’s personality. A tired and frustrated face cannot gratify anyone. It can actually spoil someone’s day!

    A person always wearing smile isn’t always happy with his/her life. He/she is just adapted to the situation well and doesn’t lose calm. Then why do people complain about their lost smile due to the frustrating hassle? Is this reason enough for them not to smile? Of course not!

    A smile needs a warm heart rather than a happy heart. A person is supposed to be happy with himself,as he is, as the smile can overshadow all his weaknesses. A smile can change the person’s life to the core. It is also the cheapest fitness product available for you in the market!

   Then why to worry about your problems when life wants you to be fit and fine?

  

   “So, just wear a smile,

   And you can overcome all miles”

    

dream that left me restless.

     "I want to join your college"I told my friend. My friend, with glittering eyes hugged me.

       It was after myriad months that I had visited my old school. Its stature was same as it was before. It smelled as if I was in the vicinity of my pram enjoying my childhood. The old faces greeted me with same affable treatment and the same old environment I was much acquainted with.

      It was some event in my school that i was supposed to be present for. My nostalgic mind was recalled about the the moments I had spent in my school with the same friends in the same amiable atmosphere. I don't remember what happened then, but to my misfortune, it was the time for college for all my buddies. They had to attend the lectures as their college was strict enough to not let them bunk.
    "I'm free now" I told my friend,"I can attend the lectures with you" 
      My friend was rejoiced. She was my old pal who was dearest to me in school times. But after the school was over, I felt our contact gradually reduced and unlike before, we hesitated a while, approaching each other. But now I felt her joy in her eyes with the thought of me and her on the same bench again. Me with my friends headed towards the classroom. It felt like I came to my old home. The old corridors where we would stand discussing things in break time, the classrooms with the same look and I felt the essence of my old school!  

    I entered the classroom with a alluring smile which came directly from my heart. "Manali!" All the people there said aloud seeing me after long time. I noticed that many of them had changed a bit. Some in overall looks while some in behaviour. But still the warmth of their welcome was enough for me to make me nostalgic,again! 

    I sat on the bench in the classroom. Suddenly, I took a look around again. I was reminded that i was not in my old school as I used to be. I was in the junior college attached to my school where many of my friends went. I saw some new faces staring at me, wondering who was i and why I had been greeted here.
    Next moment a teacher entered the classroom. As she entered, she took a look at me. For sometime, she didn't avert her glance from me and asked, "Who are you?" I was unable to speak and dumbstruck, as I had no particular answer to her question. I came to know with what purpose she asked it. After many months of fyjc, she had seen a new face.  
      "I'm manali, and I'm going to join this college" I said with a blank face. In next moment she said,"you haven't yet joined it as far as I know. So you aren't supposed to be here."     
   I couldn't think. I felt that I was thrown out of my cradle with a hard batter on my face. Something was bitter and felt like it was stinking unfair with me. I left the classroom. As i reached the door, I turned and smiled at my friend.  
    "I'm coming here again next year with a license to acquire hsc certificate from this classrooms" I thought to myself.   

     Suddenly, something struck me hard. I saw that it was my alarm clock trying to wake me up. I cussed it as it felt no guilt pricking me with a needle when I was in middle of my beautiful dream. A blow of reality punched me on my face.   I would never go in my school again. I would never again share the same bench with my old friends. The harsh reality shook me. I felt my mind dizzy with the thoughts. Thoughts of changing my college again. But then I recalled all my reasons I went in the college I'm currently in. No doubt I had changed a lot due to it. I learnt many new things which I think I wouldn't have learnt if I was with my old friends in the same college.           
  You must know that you can never be with the old thoughts always. Changes arrive incarnated as storm and may leave you dejected. But moaning about it forever is illegitimate. One has to get over these changes. No one knows what destiny has in store for us!     
       I got up from my bed and called my best friend. I narrated the incident to her ardently. I felt my heart lighter and gave me another reason to smile! 

flaws in me.

The best thing I did so far was to see.
See the flaws people pointed out in me,
I wonder why they bother of way I drink tea,
Wouldn't they admire, if i be me?

How ever I respond to people,
They are frustrated by the way I trouble.
But how would it be if I do for what I'm able.?
Wouldn't it be better, if they don't think I'm disable?

Even i can be shown my flaws,
Flaws can be corrected even without rules and laws 
Well how..would it be if people never saw?
wouldn't it be nicer if i behave raw?

I am always satisfied with what I've got.
I don't expect anything, which my destiny has not
Why were only the qualities in me they forgot?
Wouldn't it be fairer,if I won every war i fought?

Why there are people who care for others,
But still forget humanity wen it comes to their mother?
who stands still, on decisions in tough weathers?
Wouldn't it be greater if people never wished for feathers ?

emotions-temporary or permanent?

    Only half the concept is understood before scrutinizing an issue. People keep a small bomb of emotions ready to explode before any instance makes them do so. 
               It is said, we believe on our eyes or ears rather than brain or heart before analyzing a person. A small story u hear about your close acquaintance from your not-so-close acquaintance can make your emotion bomb explode. Then the years and ages are forgotten in a fraction of second spent with the person. The moments you thought were true are considered literal deception to you. 
                    However, most of the times, people forget the whole issue and dare to make a new beginning. Some make their temporary grenade of emotion an old mishap. But some permanently end relations with the person. Under such predicament, a person finds it hard whether to trust temporary feelings or to stand still on the permanent emotions if they were stronger enough than a misheard story. In life there would be many situations in which we come across someone we love or we care for. Sometimes we have to choose between our temporary emotion and the love for the person we have in real sense. 

leave me as my world ends.

kick me now as the moment passes by,

pinch me today because this time will fly.

see my eyes and find out why,

seeing you leave, my mind cannot lie.

I can remember how we first met,

so weird was the incident yet unknown was the date.

the moments we shared aren't complete yet,

still, I'm here today watching with my eyes so wet.

this isn't the time for you to leave.

you've got to wait and pay your dues.

the way in which you've troubled me were far from few.

now impossible for me is to watch this view.

I hated how you punched me for no reason,

still we changed our moods like Indian seasons.

yet rough is my mind and weak is my vision

to see you leave and support our division.