Voice to My Thoughts!!!

After the wrath of Varuna, The sun was shining, the sky was clear, A perfect day, at least he thought so. No birds were singing in the sky, No sprouts were smiling on the farm, It wasn't even noon, and the clouds started laughing. Not today, the farmer inside him cried, Who was he to be listened? It was already written, By the time of evening, it was yesterday all over again. A cloudy sky, washed away the lights, A downpour of doom, a deluge of despair, It soaked the earth, and flooded the farms. It was okay till then but, Dam walls couldn't hold, all the hell broke loose, A farmer broke I saw that night, he couldn't even cry. The water rises, the land erodes, The farmer stands, and watches in despair, The crops are gone, leaving a broken man behind. But even though the battle was lost, The farmer knows, he must go on, War is there to fight, surrendering is not an option He works day and night, The land heals, even the earth feels, The farmer knows he must be patient. I see...

It is not usual for me to go to vegetable market, but that was a different day for me. Mom asked me to bring some fruits and two or three vegetables from the market while returning to home. I didn’t like that work but it was raining outside, and I couldn’t say no. While returning home, I stopped by to buy the listed items. I was standing nearby one vegetable vendor who was selling vegetables on the footpath. Suddenly, the rain started falling heavily. He didn't have any roof on him. I stretched my hands back to cover head with a hat of raincoat, but something I heard that halted my action for a second. “What will happen to the people who don’t have a piece of plastic to cover their children from rain? God help them.” His wife ran with some plastic piece to protect her child from rain who was suffering from fever. Those were words of concern of his wife, for others. That incident shook something inside me; it reminded me of a letter I had read when I was in sixth g...

        The wounds you gave me, they still hurt,         but I choose not to cry now.         The hole you left in my heart cause pains,         but I choose not to feel it anymore now.         The eyes you used to watch in, still cries         but I choose not to show it out now.         The lips which used to lock with yours, now dries,         but I choose not to share love now.         The messages we shared, I still read,         but I choose to destroy them all.         The way you used to look at me, still flashes,         but I choose not to miss you now.         The first picture we took together, I still see,         but I choose to tear it now.   ...

At every moment I questioned myself Why me? Why me? Why me? Then an inner voice popped out Because my friend you deserve to be See how my own voice treats me Without you!!! The moment you left me alone Tears have become my best friend Always rests with me Like you used to be Life has become dolorous Without you!!! Now only one wish to be fulfilled Want a person to end this pain Want a person to decapitate me Because there’s no life for me Without you!!!

Answering simplest question is most difficult sometimes, or I should say many times when it’s about life. When it comes to life, most of us fails to explain, and she had said, “I’ll explain.” She was my love, my life, she is, and always she will be. Allow me to ask you a simple question. Have you ever thought about death? We all have a busy schedule in this fast life but go ahead and give a chance to this question, take a moment and really think about it. It’s hard to imagine may be, but picture yourself in the hospital, laying on the nursing bed covered with a white sheet, relatives are around you, but you search for only one face, which matters the most, your love, whom you are used to calling your life. When you can’t catch a glance of that face in the room full of people, you drop the hope of living because your life is not with you. The person you love most is not with you. Just picture yourself in this kind situation, knowing that you have a few more days to live now, ju...

It was most memorable journey of my life in the morning train named Gujarat Queen. Firstly, it gave me idea for writing this story, after my three blogs. Secondly, it is not every time you sit in a compartment and a young, pretty girl walks in and seats next to you. To be honest, it was first time to be happened with me. Yes, you see in movies, you hear about it from your friend’s friend but it never happens to you. In most cases, I shared my compartment with talkative aunties, old men who always talk devotional but this morning was different and awesome. It was 9th September 2014; train arrived at platform on 05:45 AM. People rushed towards the train. Utkarsh (my roomie) and I kept quite and aside from that rush because we were having confirmed seat. Finally, we got in and our seat no. were 102 & 98. There was already one uncle seated on 102 so we thought not to disturb him. Utkarsh (utk) seat on 101 and I seat very next to him on 100.  As I took, sigh of relief, ...

Honestly, I did not want to write this; I mean about love. I don't know which fundamental rule of life is working behind it, but whenever you want to stay away from anything, those things always draws you towards it. Actually on one beautiful night , my roomy asked me that what Love is. Is love the luck of the draw? Are some of us just luckier than others? Or is it something lacking in me?   Well , no one can define love, and I am also unable to explain this word. But I can definitely say what love is not. Yes, love is not always about liking someone. “I love my shirt,” “I love my bag,” “I love my cell,” “I love my dog” these are the some of the sentences   that we heard from people around us. But looking at  an other side, even in our society they don’t allow us to keep pets like dogs and cats. People say that the love for these things or pets is actually “like” for these extra attracting things. Beyond   this , I thought and asked myself, is it only like? ...

“Nothing is impossible because impossible says I’m possible.” I heard this quote from my brother, and after that, I started thinking that, “How we can say impossible is possible? Because we can’t say silence is sound...” in some of those days, I preferred to be silent during arguments, while gossiping, when someone is talking, when the house is empty. My silence was making a   tone   of sense. I started believing that silence doesn’t make you inactive, it would be glorious if you could listen the sound of the silence. You can listen to silence and learn from it. It   has quality   and dimensions   all of its own. One of my memories that I would like to share with you, in my high school days, I was such a mischievous boy. I had made a big mischief. Like   an every   Principal, our school Principal also called my father. I was in front of my dad, worried and thinking   about   what he would say. But what happened? He didn’t say even a s...