As The Sleepy Night....

As the sleepy night,                                                     

Creeps into deep slumber,

Reclusive obscure thoughts,                                             

Awaits to get unveiled,

Through poems through fables,

Through fictional stories,

Reliving their lives,

Rinsing off old worries,

They commingle together,

 Linking up unknown strands,

Filling in colours on canvass,

As if blessed with a magic wand,

Rhymed unrhymed,

Facts concealed in fiction ,

Display unmatched flair  ,

Words drenched in emotions,

Words drenched with care.

                                                 

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Waste to Wonderful....

Few easy to steps to make a ready to use pen stand from waste.

Step 1.

Step 2  

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Step 4

Final Step and we are now ready to use the pen stand.....

So, how is it....hope you guys like it :):)

Nowhere....

 Parents…

“You have to go back, that’s your home now” they pleaded.

 In Laws…

“Don’t  ever show your face again.”

 Young Woman…

 “But where would I go, isn't  this my home”.

 In Laws…

“Go where ever you want, we don’t care”they declared their final decision.

 Police…

“Ma’m where’s your home ?”

 Young Woman…

“Nowhere”  

                                     

                                         

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Explore....

Why are we bound in confines,

As if committing a horrendous crime.

Do look around,

And explore,

The trees sway,

The clouds galore.

Asking us to never relinquish,

Our dreams our aspirations,

Our honest wish.

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Unspoken....

                                                        

Sudhir ran with full speed but it seemed as if he was destined to be late. The car had already left the campus leaving behind a trail of memories that filled his heart with happiness but at the same time snatched away his beloved Smriti.

The book dropped from his hands as a grief stricken Sudhir broke down in pain for not ever being able to speak of his innumerable emotions that he hid behind his subtle smile.

The book lay there on the floor untouched, ignored like a lost love feeling helpless and baffled waiting for someone to come for it’s rescue when the canteen boy’s eyes fell on it and within no time it found itself surrounded by numerous others on Park lane, famous for old books.

“As in books so in life, it’s not about the hours but the feelings that binds us…. Your’s Sudhir” were the lines written on the first page of a Nicholas Spark’s novel with the date of their graduation, that Smriti discovered on one of her expeditions for old books in the city and an unexpected celebration filled her heart with warmth speaking out unspoken emotions that Sudhir wasn’t able to.

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Writing is its own reward.....

The  room was filled with books arranged in a neat manner. Speaking not only amongst  themselves but also about the possessor.

A man of thin built and advanced age emerged  behind the curtains after some time.

As he settled down for the interview, the young journalist interviewing him was impressed by his witty replies.

But the answer that really struck her was to this particular question where she wanted to know his feelings after receiving the award.

In a calm voice he answered “What can I say about my feelings after receiving this award, when writing is it’s own reward.”

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For Write Tribe's ......

I am writing after quite some time and this quotation simply speaks out for me. Thank you WT for being the constant inspiration for bloggers :)

A Poly(thene) -Tale....

Packed in a bundle,

I moved alone,

Mercied at the hands of my fate,

Filled with gravels and stones.

A mere tiny cluster,

That’s what they thought,

When they stumbled upon,

My body ain’t made of gold.

Perplexed I was

Regarding my  fortune,

Which never seemed to be,

In rhythm or in tune.

Lying down uncared along the dusty path,

Every single day I faced the sun’s mighty wrath,

Drenched in the monsoon rain,

Or chilly winter nights,

Nobody ever bothered about my rights.

Everyday’s not the same got proved that evening,

When a young lad touched my body,

And jolted my inner strings.

Awaiting to get trashed,

Or being blown up by someone,

I never did except to be picked by him,

A man of dirty  attire,

But a heart so clean.

With gentle caring hands,

He took me in his arms,

As if recognizing me in just one glance.

Happiness spread across his rough rugged face,

Making me feel more worthy,

Than a silk ribbon or a lace.

Worthless they had proved me,

After a single use,

Coz thousands surrounded their riches,

To get adored, to get mused.

Of different shape and colour,

Of different texture and feel,

At the end it’s the utility,

But nobody understands it still.

The moment I was picked by that lovable rag picker of mine,

My worthless plastic body did get a golden shine.

It’s not the place or riches that we all crave for,

But a simple caring soul,

That gives us our worth,

And our deserving whole.

                                      

                                            

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Sunken Eyes....

They spoke it all . In silence . That’s what he loved about them . Their ability to express the innermost emotions that lies deep within . Away from this vigilant world . Dark , dusky or pale they simply evinced unparalleled feelings . Innocence of a child or grudge of an enemy . Shyness behind a newly wed’s veil or boastfulness of a rich . Confusion of a new recruit or clarity of a leader . Just one glance and it spills over as if waiting to get unleashed .
He wanted to give them a form . On a canvass . Being not just an artist but a paint brush too . To be able to palpate the gentleness with his tender fingers . To pen down immortal poetry in remembrance .
But he was confused . About one thing . It questioned him every night . Before he went off to sleep and after he woke up. He was unable to find the answer to this question that encircled him all around . His state of perplexity had no end .This state of confusion continued for long and the path to solution seemed bleak .
But as they say the solution to all our worries lies within . And he encountered it in a very unexpected manner . On a normal day , on his way to work .
The day was gloomy with clouds covering up the sun . Displaying their dominance and marking the arrival of monsoon . The trees sang in unison with the lovely flowers that had popped up their fresh faces early that morning . Drops of water descended down to ward off the lingering tensions of people down there . He too loved their arrival . The much awaited arrival . But not during the morning hours especially on his way to work . As things may seem as beautiful as they are but the reality is quite different . Water logged roads stand as the biggest terror for a common man on a daily basis .
Still he had to go . To reach his destination on time . And that’s when he found her . Near the lane. Under the flyover where innumerable cars zoomed across at life threatening speeds . He traveled everyday in the same route around the same time . But today it was remarkably different . He felt a different vibe inside . That spoke to him quietly . Assuring him of finding her again . The lost treasure that behold memories of a lost childhood .
She sat there . Weak , rugged , poverty stricken with a wrinkled face that spoke of foregone decades in her life . Hair undone . Fragile hands and thin limbs . A sunken eyes that begged for attention and pleaded for a penny . Parking his car at a distance , he ran towards her and hugged her tight . Surprising her as well as the onlookers . For a second their eyes met and drops of emotions trickled down . He could see it again in them . Those eyes . That spoke of innumerable emotions . In silence .
“Dai Ma Lets go" he uttered in haste . Literally pulling her hand and compelling her to move on .He was sure she won’t deny . Who does not want a secured life in a cozy home away from this mess . Life is unimaginable on the streets . He never knew how she ended up here . But had a faint idea of her circumstances after she left their home . Though he was not able to find a way to search for her but had indomitable spirit to be able to do it someday .
And today was the day . That had arrived after years , after decades . A satiated grin adorned his lips as he considered himself lucky enough to have found her . After all overcoming this challenge was not a small achievement . But he had no idea that a bigger challenge was awaiting him . After few minutes when he coerced her to move on again , she resisted , to his dismay .
She questioned “ You will take me , that’s fine . But what about the rest who have been my pillars of strength . The ones who spend their days and nights with me on this pavement . The ones who share their leftover food with me when they get it in charity . The ones who pull their torn blankets over me when I suffer in freezing cold . The ones who are my family now . They may not be my own but they are with me . Standing by my side on sunny days or rainy nights. Can you also do something for them ? If yes then take me along , I would not resist . If not then let me be on my own . If I survived all these days , then I will survive few more.”
He had no answers . As he was not prepared . Far he was from the real world that spoke out load in a high pitched volume . But who has time to listen to that . We already are overloaded with high pitched party numbers .
The gloomy day expressed itself on his bright face now . The answer to his question had unlocked a pandora's box in front of him . Though he returned back empty handed but was determined to fill them someday .
After a year and a half , the local newspapers published a column in some remote corner that spoke of a young man having opened an old age shelter home . It did display a photograph that showed him welcoming newcomers with folded hands . And behind him stood “ Annapurna Nivas” the new shelter home for forgotten wrinkled souls that now beamed with hope from hazy sunken eyes .

                                          

Companion

The docile wind brushed across the white curtains propelling it with a gentle force , disturbing it’s so called peaceful sleep .

Neither appeased nor pacified the intruder searched for new companions amongst decorative designer furniture that displayed grumpy faces expressing their unwillingness to befriend an insignificant  passerby.

Saddened with the response , our  lonesome solitary wind decided to conclude his endeavor of finding new companions and to return back to his reclusive life amidst the high lands and clouds .

Just then his eyes fell on her , a plump brown colored book that seemed to have been forgotten with the advent of modern  age and spent a lonely life starving for a friend .

Like the blocks of a puzzle they coalesced together , as in happiness and joy  the brown pages fluttered . 

                                  

  

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Your's Orkut....

                                                     

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

Hi Dear , 

How are you ? Busy right …with your new found friends .

Sorry for being so blunt . But that’s the truth I guess .

Well my purpose of writing is neither to poke you nor to point fingers at you . Rather to apologize for not being able to stand up to your expectations moving in a very  fast paced manner .

You remember the day you logged into my space . Young bubbly and vivacious you were . With sweetness of a 19 year old and simplicity of a young adult  . For a long time you had denied to log into my space and discover those amazing indulgences hidden in my world . And  finally when you did , there was no turning back .

Your friends , your interests , groups of your likeness there was everything that you wished for . A land that transformed your life into a dream world . You befriended with your classmates ,your seniors ,your juniors and even strangers . Didn’t you . And that was so easy . Just with the click of a mouse . To get enchanted in this world of internet where nobody’s a stranger and nobody a friend .

For hours you used to sit in the internet café near your house in the pretext of combined studies or tutions .A blush of pink traced on your cheeks when somebody sent you a birthday wish or when a sweet morning message came from an admirer .

Those scraps of emotions that tied you with your numerous friends out there , filled in bundles of joy within my heart as I was the medium which trustfully transferred every bit of word scribbled on the pages of my space. 

How can I forget your first fight with a friend when you hadn’t logged on for a whole day . Though I was sad but still I persevered as I knew you would come back to me like a beloved companion ignoring the hype and hoopla of this outrageous world . 

Yes you did . You did come back to me that day . 

But that was years back . When you were a youngster with pure gentle emotions untouched and unscathed .

And now , years thence  you have changed . So has every one .

I think that’s how life is .

I did try a lot to stand up to your expectations . To hold your gentle fingers continue typing . To bring you back in my arms . To forbid you from moving on .

Alas ! I couldn’t succeed . Coz you had already made up your mind .To move on . To abandon me . To hand over my rights in the hands of your new found indulgence . Slowly but steadily I could feel it . I could sense the change . First for hours , then days , then weeks , then months , then years and finally it was over . Our beautiful  lovable sweet relationship that was butchered alive in the hands of a smarter chicer and brighter space . The one that provided you everything that I did but in an instant .

That showed you new ways of not just indulgence rather self indulgence . And you got carried away . As that’s how human beings are . Too self obsessed . I limited myself to words and feelings coz I thought emotions are the building blocks of life . But it gave you the chance to display everything , just everything. Even your private of moments and surprisingly you loved that . Not just you but everyone else around you too .

And then you all moved on . Not individually but in bulk .

I was left alone  . Still I hoped that someday things may change . Someday you may remember me . Someday you may comeback bringing every one along with you . 

That dream of mine remains unfulfilled  .  And finally I have to bid goodbye .

So thought of writing to you as that’s the best medium I have always felt .

Take care and goodbye my dear ….

Best wishes and loads of love ,

Your's....

Orkut 

                                           

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Well , this is my 100th Post . A gift for our old friend Orkut :)

Did You Bump Into Goodness Today .....

UBC Day 1:

The bus was filled to it’s optimum capacity .Can say even more than it’s capacity .  Still more people wanted to get in and reaching home alive after a suffocating travel of just 10 mins can be considered more than an achievement . 

How can we deny that , in this struggle for survival each one of us fights our own battles which may get transformed to full fledged war at times . 

But the issue here isn’t about these suffocating struggles nor about the unwanted battles or wars  but about the people we encounter during these periods .  

All these years meeting people , interacting with them I realized there are not just bad ones but good ones too . 

The ones who restore our faith in humanity . The ones who make us feel safe again  .

The ones who make us feel you aren’t alone . Even I am one of your kind .

Whenever we do good and get stabbed at the back we start cursing everyone around the very next moment and in return curse God too , thinking there’s no meaning in being good .

But that’s not always the case . If you are a good person , if you are a good soul , if you have a caring heart with a sense of charity within yourself then , I am pretty sure you will bump into someone exactly like you . 

When …may be any moment . Where... may be just any where . Who... may be just any one . A beggar , an auto driver , a bus conductor , a TT, a fellow passenger , a friend who was once a stranger or simply someone who comes to your help when no one’s around .

And do you know who these people are . 

The one’s send by God . 

The ones who need to know each other . Get to interact , get to learn and get to share each other’s feelings . 

And feel that yes , humanity’s still alive .  Shouldn’t I preserve mine when somebody else like me is exactly doing the same.

As at the end it makes life simple . It makes life comfortable and it makes life livable . 

So , whenever you feel lost in this big bad world and a thought quivers in your mind that what’s the point in being good . What’s the need to be honest. What’s the value of being a caring person.

Just wait before making up your mind .

Just wait before taking any decision . 

Coz who knows you may bump into some goodness today .

                   

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This post is a part of Ultimate Blog Challenge and NaBloPoMo July 2014