Secrets..

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With each step ahead
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Sweat from the brow
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Destination beyond horizon
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Next level of dehydration
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No one to help
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Track me by the sweat trail
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I may not go long
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I may stumble in the next step
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How did I reach here?
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Oh, I am tired to move anymore
The sunburn hurts
The injuries hurt
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Have been dragging my feet
Since last 6 hours
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I have been free
Since the same last 6 hours
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Before that
I was held
I was a hostage
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I was kicked, punched
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I was beaten
By a stick, rod, belt
You name it
I was tortured
Several teeth cracked
Limbs broken
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But I didn’t give up
I didn’t tell them the secrets
I sacrificed my life
Life of my family
My mother, wife and son
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But didn’t tell my enemies
Anything valuable
Luckily got hold of a blade
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Killed 2 and in return
Got shot twice
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Running towards the border
But, where is it?
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I know I won’t be able
To meet anyone anymore
But
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At least I will not die a hostage
Not as a turncloak

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A herd of Eagles hovering
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due image credits

At lightning speed..

“Love comes slow
And it goes so fast”
These are the lines of
Let it go by Passenger
And it is so true
Love came at the speed of
A tortoise
And left at rabbit’s pace
At lightning speed
May be it ran over me
And didn’t even care
To look and see whether
The victim is injured
Or dead
Or whatever
Just went away
Realizing that staying
Would put it in uneccessary trouble
And I am the victim
Don’t have much say in all this
So let me go
Get myself admitted
Enjoy TV and beautiful nurses
The pain of syringes in the bum
The faces of friends and relatives
Whom I haven’t met or talked to
In like eons 😀
All coming for sympathy
Due to accident
Some bothered about the rash driver
But no one could see the inside injuries
The flowers and Get-Well-Soon cards
Helped somewhat in recovering
But I am just not yet over love
The lightning speed with
Which it went and didn’t even say
Good-bye !

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One early morning

Life is a loop
Comprising of pain, happiness
Expectations, crests, troughs
And all these are written
In the blank pages of my diary
Sometimes scribbled
Sometimes corrected
Sometimes left all bare
For others to read
For her to read
One early morning
I saw her on the blue sofa
Which faces the balcony
Which faces the sea
And she had her specs on
Wow, I was so happy to see her
Wearing specs because she seldom does
And, she was reading the
Scribbled, corrected words loudly
As if to let me know of her doing
And I went to her
And picked her up and sat on the sofa
And made her sat on my lap
And she said, “Papa, what have you written?”
And her innocent sweet words and glow in her eyes
Acted as a time machine
And I was taken to my past
To the love of my live
To my better half
In her arms and the smiles exchanged
The kisses and hugs shared
While Masoom just hugged me
And slept on my chest
Just like her Mom used to 🙂

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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No nothing…. and all at once

No poetry

No prose

No reviews

No biographies

No auto-biographies

No diaries

No essays

No fables

No articles

No journals

No letters

No plays

No tales

Just

Eye-contact

Smile exchanged

Bond created

Everything becomes alive

Words starts dancing in my head

You know you will be in my every word since then

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Credits to eduardtitov.com

Always on meds..

Meds

I don’t suffer from ill-health or temperature

I suffer from love

Love that doesn’t see me

Love that doesn’t want to see me

Love that is not felt for me

Love that is non-existent

Love is my disease

And I am the patient

Always injured

Always suffering

Always admitted

Always on meds

Known as friends

Who give me strength

To accept and to forget

This contagious disease..

Let there be light and let there be sight..

I was reading a book while traveling in bus.

The bumpy Indian roads(I added Indian because in movies, the roads outside India are super smooth and anyone can slide on those :P) made it difficult for me to read properly. Still I kept reading because the book is almost on the verge of ending.

This phase is very emotional and painful, when the book’s about to end and we feel drained thinking HOW LIFE WILL BE when this book will be complete? It sucks, I know. I know !

Then a thought popped up, it would be so dreadful to be blind. Not to be able to see. Not to be able to read. Not to be able to distinguish. All things will be black. No shapes. No sizes. No colors. No existence.

Only the others senses will have to prompt about the existence of something. I strongly believe that if we lack one sense, then the power of that sense is distributed among the remaining, which heightens the overall power of the remaining senses. You can contradict on this but this is my personal view. And, I just hope it to be true 🙂

I felt so dreadful thinking about the world being black and nothing visible that I closed the book and sat and OBSERVED things. Saw the things which were always there but I failed to see previously. It was, as if, my inner eye had awakened.

But, the feeling of dread didn’t stay long because then I remembered that I have pledged in written that I will donate my eyes after my demise. Rather, to be correct, I have said this to all my family members, my close friends regarding this because, I can’t donate but they all can try to make my wish fulfilled and not think much about other related things.

I have made my Pledge @ Drushti Daan, an Eyebank in Bhubaneswar, Orissa where we can try and help others unlike us, be like us. We can give others the joy of sight, the joy of laughter, the joy of distinguishing things, the joy of life.

And, my parents and friends have supported me in this also, which is really a big thing. I heartily thank all and would like, if you don’t go and donate, but at least think, THINK once, wouldn’t you want the power of sight if you would had been unable?

It is a big decision, but this decision of yours can decrease the pain and increase the joy of others. And, the most important thing is not only you but also all the people related to you, will be blessed from the core of their hearts.

Try to gather blessings and smiles to your names, rather than some coins and notes made of thin paper. The former will always outweigh the later.

Stay blessed and keep sharing you views.

To view the site of Drushti Daan, click here.

Mental Indigestion..

Are you ready to die today?

A simple question, which can bring back fears and sorrow to you and also to your near and dear ones. No one is ever ready, I guess.

If you’re ready, then man, you’re at peace with your life and have lived it to the fullest and no matter what you got, more happiness or pain, you have accepted that and made your peace with it. You found your closure.

We are a moving vessel of thoughts, imaginations, hope, trust, promises, sacrifices, love, betrayals, mood-swings, double-crossings and many more. We have either done these things or have been on the receiving end and also the combination of both.

At the end, we gotta understand the natural fact that we are humans. We make mistakes, even blunders and desire for forgiveness. But does our desire meet what we deserve?

Sometimes we are forgiven but mostly we are punished, if not physically then torture or separation or something related. At that moment, we think it’s better to die and be done with all these. But, is it real?

If we die, we won’t feel anything, not the pain or the happiness. There will be no WE. No I. There will be nothing. Not even nothing.
So, if hard days are what you are going through, then talk it out. Share it with your closest of friends. Or better, write it down.

No one needs to know, if you are not okay with that. But, don’t keep it all inside. It creates mess. Chaos. Indigestion.
Stomach indigestion can be cured with some meds. But, mental indigestion can be fatal. It leads to drastic, life-changing decisions, which should be avoided at all cost.

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See how powerful our little brain. The left portion, which controls our right half of the body and the right portion, which controls the left half of the body, all so wonderful and controlling us. For me, it’s like a temple. And if, some mental indigestion is to occur here, then this EVER SO BEAUTIFUL ABODE will be destroyed and you will never be satisfied.

The best way for that to NOT happen is accept the reality and be social. Talk about the problems and see others perspectives. We never know, someone else’s brain might be more beautiful than ours. And, we can learn from it, make our’s even more evolved. Treasure this beauty, this brain, it’s thoughts, this life. It’s your’s. Not mine, not anybody else’s. Make it beautiful inside and it will surely reflect outside.

We won’t get another life(may be I am implying for re-birth, but in that case also, the situations will be different than the present ones), so hold on to things and make it all count. Love, live, smile. Pain will come and go, just as the happiness. But, it all depends for HOW LONG you hold on to that feeling.

If pain comes, hold it, see it, feel it and then let go. So that, when you encounter it again, you can know, “Oh, this Pain! We have crossed path before and the last time was not so good. I will better skip meeting it this time”. See, it becomes so easy.

If happiness comes, hold it, see it, feel it, enjoy it and here, you can KEEP IT. In your heart, it will always be there as your fondest of memory.

Now, if you have found this kind of happiness and calmness, I think you are ready to die(or you won’t feel regret, if death comes and takes you away) but if not, then work towards this feeling.
When you will encounter, no one knows. But, if you think positive, then that moment will never be far.
You deserve to be happy and everyone desires to be happy.
Let’s try to match our desire and deserve to our best potential.

More than I thought I could..

I want to sleep beside you. You resting with your head on my stretched left hand and reading a book. I ask you to read loudly so I can also listen. I listen attentively to what you say. Then I stare at you while you keep reading from the book. You start feeling uncomfortable. Your voice starts to stammer. The more awkward you feel, the more my lips curve in a naughty smile. You look at me & ask, “What did I just read now?”. And I swear I didn’t hear anything she said or asked and looking into your eyes, I say, “I think I love you more than I thought I could and you smile through your eyes and your cheeks and then met our lips. Book kept aside & time to tend to the burning heat inside.

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