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When i lost my pen

In the world of cohesion sometime it is hard to find a place where we can handout our emotions to ourself. Maybe this sentence will not be true for many around. but for me it has always been a fact.  Every word i wrote was more or less close to my heart. Sometimes it carried a weapon to defend my absurd thought and sometimes it was all the absurd thing i got. Things sometimes went contrary, they holded me back. At that place like hell and a sword piercing my heart, words were all i'd got.  But a day arrived i lost my words and hopes ruled my life. I started loosing it, they were spoiled by the darkness i got attached to. They were lost somewhere there and i felt empty inside. Deep in my heart when i stared at the feelings they laughed at me and said you are helpless, they questioned me in sarcasm, are you still the powerful one to express us?.  i found myself in a battle where i started searching for krishna to guide me. I had lost my weapon and my eyes took their position. They e

The Social Mirror - I expect!

I still remember the day when i was 10, my father purchased a fountain pen worth Rs. 12. I felt contended and each part of my heart and mind was satisfied. Everytime i showed it to friends i was excited. Few years later, i was standing inside a  computer outlet, my dad was counting the currency notes, Rs. 23000 exactly. I was complaining about the missing features compared to my friends computer. I showed it to everyone but this time it was a way to get few positive points from my friends. Indeed i was not sati s fied! Satisfaction an absurd word for todays human nature. Asking a person to be satisfied is like inviting him to list out his compliants with a weird expression mixed with emotion. Hope you imagine this face of your friend in mind or maybe you saw it in mirror. I feel expectation and satisfaction truly oppose each other. I mean a person may not be satisfied if his expectation rise and each time he wants to fill it. Sup po rting my words there are many live examples where

A girl like her

A girl like her; is all which flash when i decide to live a life like that. beautiful then anyone around; touches my heart with a smile to laugh and all i say to my mind which wonders; a girl like her with me at every part of the world. when it will breeze down the leafs and cold morning meets; when i walk under the sky and my hand just feels the heat of caring its the hand i am holding tight to never let it go; a girl like her walks by my side. my eyes feel the warmth of love when it sees the world it dreamt, it makes me feel alive when i meet the eyes of the girl like her. maybe all happiness will walk to my door, all pleasure will meet me at time, but i can live in world of hate with just a love of the girl like her.

The Social Mirror - The forgotten love

We feel contended sometimes when we have an answer for each question fired on us. Sophisticated answers and unwanted interventions sometimes leads to big damaging scenes. Staring with an antagonism in their eyes makes them feel unlucky. Mirac u l ously their love never dies. They are always there with us. We may call them by any name- mom, mummy, dad, daddy, annoying, weird. But what they hold for us in their weak hands is love. We are polite with our friends and loving with our lady. There are numerous apologies we present to our friends but lesser is their existence for our parents. Its still unbelievable for me when sometimes i find some boys saying hundreds of sorry to their girlfriends but they never apologies to their parents for a bad behaviour. Even i am not the exception. On every occasion we have a greeting card and a lengthy message for our freinds but for our parents a Thankyou note is a tedious task for us; Definetly they are not accepting a thankyou from us but still it

The Social Mirror

Helping an old man to cross the road and helping a lady with her lagguage were some lessons we have learnt centuries ago. Nowadays we don't even remember our friend's name, remembering these old lessons is just out of the consideration. Have we become so selfish that we don't even care about others or is it like we have lost our helping hands?. Actually we have become social, social with the machines we carry in our pockets. We connect with people with these machines. We chat with them for hours and we don't even know about their mood. When someone sends a text message  "how is your girlfriend?" Its hard to judge whether the person is worrying about my girlfriend or  wants information about her that whether she is still with you or he has a chance!. But still this machine is with us because somehow it is making our life simple. But it is been said that to much good of anything leads to bad. I have zero idea who quoted it but he was right. We have  not lost o

Teenager crisis 3

He always pretends to be alright as if no hurt can hurt him and no doubts can rule him. This attitude leads him to be an easy to approach man and easy ditch rock. The midnight of the summer with almost every living creature sleeping in their world brought an unaccepted exception for him. He lost his sleep to a call and jumped out of the bed towards his wardrobe. His actions cleared that the call was from someone he truly cares about. He accelerated his car towards his destination. His mind was no more in his clutches it was on  something else which turned his driving  really rash.Tears covered his face and this time it was a real hurt which destroyed his strong belief on himself and on god. He reached to ' Gyan-jyoti womens hostel'  and approached the hostel warden. The hostel warden asked him to follow her as she started walking towards the stairs. Each step he was climbing increased his pain, he was still controlling his thoughts and expecting for something good. Her thou
Whatever she was going through was beyond my experience and ability. i had no rights to judge her . And i choose to live with her and love her with my full heart. what i feel about her is only love. And maybe  after years i would feel the same.

Unconditional love part 2- Being with her

Her light brown eyes were beautiful and it portrayed the smile flowing from her lips, notifying me that she had an amazingly beautiful smile too. I wish I could see her smile…………. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I dreamt her the night I decided to talk to her; it only increased my curiosity to know more about her. I found myself practicing with the mirror and experimenting ways to make it simple with her. I had always been like the cross combination of curiosity and nervousness. Waiting for her on the same bus stand, my cup was full with anxiety. A part of me never wanted her to come and another part was busy motivating me with the best possible way to handle my words on her arrival. Her eyes met mine when she was leading with the fast footsteps towards me. I was ready to go for it and handle everything with care. I kept my head straight, my eyes focused on her and hands ready to move with my wo

Unconditional love part 1

She was in pain, I could see a tear drop rolling down her cheek. She was silent and her eyes were close but I know she was crying, more from her heart than from her eyes. Her heart was affected by the tremendous amount of pain brought to her. She attempted a suicide by drinking dettol when she was conscious, she did it just because she wanted to end every pain she was surviving but she failed. Doctors treated her and gave all the necessary medication so that she could sleep and eventually recover from every pain, but medicine could only cure her physical illness, her mental illness was with her even when she was walking out of the hospital to her home-the most safest place she could consider in this universe. I tried talking to her but everytime she saw me she was afraid. I went to her house but her father said " We dont want to become a news item". That made me feel guilty. After giving a lot of explaination to my mind I concluded that I would not write anything about her i

Teenager crisis 2

"Its your turn dude" Aryan screamed. Aryan had done it ,he had poured the rum in his throat in one shot. It was a competition between aryan and rishab. Aryan used to drink consistently and rishab was a part time drinking guy that too just one or twice peg of whisky. Rishab was ready for this new adventure of hitting the rum in one shot. He held the glass tight, took a deep breath and he did it. "thats great rishab" aryan said Thier excitment was at peak it only came down qhen they were holding their eight peg of rum. They had lost their control,their breath was running fast.          Next day when aryan opened his eyes he found himself in his bedroom. His head was heavy and he was unable to decide anything, whether he should go to bathroom And wash his face or he should fall back to sleep for some more time. Before he could think about anything else he was sleeping again. He woke up only  when he found his dad screaming "wake up aryan".   He slowly o

Teenager crisis 2

"Its your turn dude" Aryan screamed. Aryan had done it ,he had poured the rum in his throat in one shot. It was a competition between aryan and rishab. Aryan used to drink consistently and rishab was a part time drinking guy that too just one or twice peg of whisky. Rishab was ready for this new adventure of hitting the rum in one shot. He held the glass tight, took a deep breath and he did it. "thats great rishab" aryan said Thier excitment was at peak it only came down qhen they were holding their eight peg of rum. They had lost their control,their breath was running fast.          Next day when aryan opened his eyes he found himself in his bedroom. His head was heavy and he was unable to decide anything, whether he should go to bathroom And wash his face or he should fall back to sleep for some more time. Before he could think about anything else he was sleeping again. He woke up only  when he found his dad screaming "wake up aryan".   He slowly o