Monday Mornings.....

We all are going through these tough times, though we are not meeting up, we are together in it and will together rise above this phase. This one is for all those school children who are forced to stay home and do things like it is just a normal day and for all those parents & teachers who think that these kids are nothing more than just a bundle of troubles...... When I saw him standing all alone and gloomy, I thought he must be missing school and all his friends super cool. Could it be possible that he  had been waiting with his sack to meet his teacher and get a pat on the back? There she was, sitting far away on the side porch and definitely thinking of when she could get back to mingling. Or was she just wondering how she  could help her Mom's eyes full of rain and try to share a little of her pain? And those little monsters there must be surely filling up their tanks with all those naughty secret pranks. May be not. They are just too scared that they might not get ac...

READING BOOKS I never liked it much But it somehow got to me slowly and steadily It is not just stories it is about the tales untold and the ones unheard Is entertaining cool and imaginative Ocean of words too Never realised this before reading can be fun too Many more books to read......

So, as the topic was about FICTIONAL UNIVERSE, and we were asked to share our imaginary tales, I recited this poem in Hindi. You will have to go down a little to read the poem. कड़ाके की गर्मी में एक दिन मैं बिन बादल बरसात से टकराया था। ज़िन्दगी की इस भागगड़ में एक दिन मैं एक अजीब माणूस से टकराया था।   वो बोले " अतरंगी हैं तू और तेरे ये तरीकें चल अभी यही बैठकर बंटवारा कर ले ।   मैं ठहरा भोला , मासूम और बिलकुल नादान तो पूछा उनसे " किस किस का बंटवारा करले ?   वो हंस के बोले , रे मुर्ख  - चल सब कुछ बाँट लेते हैं।   जिस ज़मीन को मैं ने उपजाऊ बनाया वो मेरा जिस धरती को तूने खंडहर बनाया वो तेरा।   जिस जल को मैं ने शीतल बनाया वो मेरा जिस पानी को तू ने नालायक बनाया वो तेरा।   जिस वायु को मैं ने पावन बनाया वो मेरा जिस   हवा को तू ने काला और बत्तर बनाया वो तेरा।   जिस हरियाली को मैं ने हरा बनाया वो मेरा जिन पेड़ पौधों को तू ने राख बनाया ...

IT HURTS TO SEE YOU THIS SICK IS THERE SOME WAY YOU CAN HEAL? WHAT IS IT ABOUT YOU, PRICK... THAT NOTHING SEEMS LIKE A BIG DEAL? WHO KNOWS WHAT GIVES YOU THE KICK - FACT, REASON OR JUST THE FEEL? ARE YOU SCARED OF THE CHICK WHO REFUSED TO BE YOUR MEAL? YOU MIGHT GET BURNT DOWN LIKE A WICK CAN YOU SEE ALL YOUR THOUGHTS PEEL? SOME DAY, I JUST HOPE THAT LIFE GIVES YOU A TICK AND TILL THEN KNOW THAT YOU CAN NEVER BREAK THE SEAL.

  If only wishes can come true, I have one or two or maybe a few, And they're all about you, Without a prior hint or clue, and with not many huge plans to make, in you walk to play the cue, Everything I thought was sheer new, like there was nothing else left to do, but to wait for the cool drops of dew, What lovely eyes! What a view, not just a smile, but mischief too that could turn all my world blue, If only wishes can come true, I have one or two or maybe a few, And they're all about you.

When I was a little infant and was understanding the new found art of living, I was tagged #lazy, #naughty, #prodigy, #phenomenal, #pain, #touchy   When I grew up to a toddler and was learning your hard bound rules, I was tagged #slow, #immature, #jumpy, #tough, #bubbly, #plump   As I grew further finding my way into my teens and adjusting to your world, I was tagged #fair/dark, #fat/skinny, #hot/cool, #sweet/rude   Well into my youth, just as I thought I had mastered this mysterious art, I was tagged #ambitious/aimless, #achiever/loser, #leader/follower, #smart/cunning   A little later in my life, when I was gearing up to experience the vicious circle, I was tagged #best/worst, #gold digger/charity case, #too busy/too lucky   And now as I am almost nearing my end, I look back at the tags I have had all along, I can only think of one little thing – call it a dream, a desire, a plea, a request, an order,  a command, a question or whatever your heart is con...

Looks like centuries have gone past when you worshipped me like a Goddess not to mention, each of my forms was looked up to as nothing less than mere pious I have seen you rip me totally apart bit by bit, skin, flesh, bones and heart have been tormented and tortured too just for a few pleasures of beings like you And now you accuse me openly of putting in my demonic wrath against you oh! How could you even imagine a mother doing something like that to you How I wish I could soothen you make you believe I can calm you that it is all done by none other than beings like you and the ones suffering are also good souls like you.