A simple “Hi” leading to unsaid goodbyes..

“Hi!”

*no response*

“I am uninvited. I think you should know my arrival.”

*no response*

“Ignoring me may lead to your downfall”

*no response*

“May be you don’t think, I can visit you. You’re SO wrong!”

*no response*

“Now, get ready to suffer for neglecting me and see my fury”

*goes to doctor and does check-up*

“You may be listening to my voice for the first time because this is the first time you are paying attention and listening attentively but I was screaming and trying to let you know to get rid of me when I was innocent and a kid. Now, I have matured and I don’t intend to leave you, no matter what you do.”

*gets all nervous when the tests of check up comes as – Cancer positive*

“You will live. But for as long as I want. I am not ready to leave you because you have been a good host to me. Good because you neglected your symptoms and skipped your check ups and I was left to grow and grow I did”

*prayers and chemotherapy*

“You think you can make me weak? Good choice but you are also draining your bank account in the hope of living for some extra days but all in vain. I have knitted such a vicious web of my power that nothing can heal you. Now feel guilty for letting me grow and not killing me when in bud.”

*dies and family weeps and curse cancer*

“Curse me but I will find another reckless host and grow again. For now, feel glad that I have left. See you careless creatures soon enough”

I have written this as a tribute to how Cancer is increasing in our lives, not just the disease but also the ill feeling for someone or something. Any bad/unwanted thing which grows within us is cancer and we have to make sure that we kill it in the bud stage and not feed it, till it kills us. Ego, anger to name some. There is love.There are smiles. Spread them and feed them and life will we sweet.

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

P.S. : Happy Sunday and do tune to La Vie en rose of Louis Armstrong ❤

Frequency of inspiration..

Read about an atomic nucleus?
It has protons
And electrons and neutrons
I don’t know about
Any recent discovery made
So each nucleus is the replica
Of our big, humongous universe
You agree?
Great! Thank you!
Similarly, we ourselves
are replicas of God
Or the super power
We believe in
Because we got
IMMENSE power within ourselves
Wanna know how?
Think about your heart ache
Think about the demise of your close one
Think about the injury you suffered
Think about the frustration
Think about the anger
Think about the irritation
And also the solitude
And still you are here
You are alive
You faced it
You SURVIVED!
Did anyone help you?
Yes, of course
Who?
Friends, families
Books, smiles
Strangers even
But don’t forget
You helped yourself
You inspired yourself
This feeling came from within
From that heart
From that soul
Which is like a nucleus
A very small part
Of this big, humongous world
But still a replica
And irrespective of the size
All are tuned to the same frequency
Frequency of inspiration
We don’t know who is being inspired
By seeing the smile on our faces
By seeing how we are facing dire situations
Still we are leaving impact
These impacts
Gives rise to inspiration
But you need to have it from within
To see it
To feel it
To match the frequency
To replicate it
To spread it
To evolve yourself
And also the others
Difficult? I know
Impossible? C’mon!
I never thought, I would be writing something
And people would be reading my work
But here we are
I never thought, 400 people would be following me
But here we are
I never thought, I would be Who I am
But here we are
So, accept who you are
And inspire others
And automatically, you will be inspired
You will be evolved
You will be You
Who you ALWAYS wanted to be
Also satisfied by what you become 🙂

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

P.S. : My source of inspiration for blogging is my cousin Chinks. And, many of the other people(outside of WP & here also) 🙂 I have decided I will share 1 song in each post this month and also share the link for you to tune to. Today I am listening to Chandelier. Super awesome song & loads of covers. Happy weekend and take care 😀

stumble upon a writer..

Am I the protagonist?
In real life, may be.
In fiction, of course, who ain’t?
A normal person
Thinks the same.
But what about a writer?
What does he think?
Does he always have to sit
At a coffee shop to
Feel the plethora of ideas
Rushing to him?
Or does he have to
Dream about them
And then write
And make his dream
The dream of others
Made by the beautiful, knitted words
The world of words
Sometimes written
By a pen or typed
And in the days
When these plethora of ideas
Keep on rushing
Even though you shut your brain
You gotta take help
Of a broken pencil or even a nib
To write them
And give your ideas power
And strength to shake the world
Having the rug swept out from under your feet
Tumble you down
So that you can stumble upon a writer
Within you
And give them words
And make them shout out loud…

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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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