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.