Stories

The Unusual Survivor

Don’t do it. Wind blew across her face. Heart pumping fast. Anna looked down. The water looked cold. The air, dry. The words still rung in her ears. Don’t do it, he said again. Standing on railing of the famous Howrah Bridge, Anna finally looked at him.

Tall and slender, the man bore through her. Standing little further, calm and composed despite the situation, he looked at her. Intense and deliberate.

“You don’t even know me!” Yelled Anna. “I agree” he said casually and continued, “but I very well know what you are planning to do now” Anna was unsure of what to say. The most obvious thing she could say was “So?” Silence paved its way between the two despite the heavy noise of traffic. He gave a small laugh and asked, “What’s the reason? What’s making you end your life?”

Anna looked at him. Hit by the fact that she’s standing on the railing of the bridge, awaiting to end her life. She once again contemplated her more. But convicted towards the step taken, she asked “why should I tell you? Who are you?” The man looked away. Thinking. He looked back at her and said. “How does it matter?”

Anna stared at him. Silence slid back between the two. Anna was almost half the age of the man who was trying to save her. Confused, exhausted and helpless, she gave in. She broke out a loud cry and yelled! “He dumped me!! He dumped me got damn it! Why? Why did he do it?

The man didn’t lose his composure. He kept looking at her. While he showed no reflex, his eyes gave away his inner self. He could feel her pain. Somewhere it hurt him too. With a straight face he said, “And so that’s an end of life? Just for a boy?”

Anna looked at him. Sharp and mad “he wasn’t just a boy. He was my everything!” “But you weren’t the same to him!” Replied the man instantly. “Had it been the case you wouldn’t have been here girl!” He said to support his statement. Anna looked away, towards the setting sun.

The cars made heavy noise. The water looked scary. The iron of the railing was cold and her body was aching bad. What this random stranger said hit Anna hard. She promptly stopped crying. Tears dried on her face, she looked different. Breathing slow, she felt that she was able to gather herself back.

She looked at the man again. “Don’t do it girl. Your life is much valuable than you think.” Anna gave a small nod. Just at the age of 20 she didn’t know the value of her life. However, this God man had helped her realize it. She got off the railing and came near the man. She said a polite thank you and turned back. With her head heavy with thoughts, she started to walk.

Suddenly she heard a splash and she froze in her path. Her heart beat increased and fear creeped up. Slowly she turned towards where the man stood few moments back. He wasn’t there. Crowd gathered.

Everyone looked down. “I think he is dead” said someone. “He jumped all of sudden” said another. Shocked and perplexed, Anna went near the spot where he stood. A wallet was fallen. May be it was his.

Anna bent down slow and picked it up. Looking at the water below her, involuntarily she opened the wallet. Inside stood a picture of a beautiful lady. A picture that was old and tattered. Torn out of a perfect photograph!

Stories

The value of happiness  

Sudhir was staring in his laptop. Room messy, fans and lights off, he didn’t care about the ambiance. The day had passed and had worn the shawl of evening. But Sudhir was unaware of anything.

Focused and determined, he was trying to work out something on his laptop. That’s when his door flew open. It hit the wall behind with a thud and that brought him back to the reality. He looked out of the laptop screen and the world seemed different.

Mr. Mehra walked in. Throwing the lights and fans on, he said “What have you done to your room son?”. Sudhir looked around. He was 27 by now, but he could easily pass for a 18-year-old.

Habits and looks, both were deceiving in his case. His father gave out a light laugh. He seemed to be in a good mood. Sudhir looked at him with a straight face. Unaware about what to say, he chose to stay quiet.

Mr. Mehra walked inside and sat on the bed. Sudhir was still perplexed. His father never walked into his room wearing a smile. In fact, he never bothered to walk into his room. It was always the other way round. 

Things were varied today and Sudhir couldn’t fathom the reality. “Come sit next to me son” said Mr. Mehra. Sudhir gulped and then sat beside his father. Mr. Mehra put his arm across his shoulders and said, “I heard from your mom, your start-up idea finally worked!”

Sudhir’s face turned pale. He didn’t know where the conversation was headed. He being the only child in the family had to bear a huge basket of hopes on his head, right from his young age. Born into a middle class family that believed in doing job and service, Sudhir’s dreams were different and unaccepted by his father. 

Yet, at his own will he decided to pursue a career in the Fin-tech industry and later he left his job to start his own venture. His decision was not accepted with grace at home and he was facing the toughest time of his life. 

While he was lost in his own thoughts, he was brought back to the reality when Mr. Mehra snapped his fingers. “And where are you lost now?” he asked, smiling. Sudhir nodded his head into a no. “So your mother was telling me that you participated in some start-up conclave and your project got a heavy investment!” 

Sudhir managed to nod into a yes. Mr. Mehra gave out a huge laugh and patted his back hard. “Now that’s like my boy! Very well done young man. You have no idea how proud I feel today!” He continued his celebratory laughter, but soon he realized that he was the only one celebrating. Sudhir was calm, lost in his own world.

“What happened kid? What’s the matter?” Mr. Mehra looked at his son with grave concern and said, “Your father is proud of you, doesn’t that make you happy?” 

Moments passed but Sudhir said nothing. He was looking at the floor beneath. Mr. Mehra kept looking at him. Awaiting a response. Finally Sudhir looked up and said “You are saying this for the first time dad. Hence I don’t know how to react…”

They both kept looking at each other. Mr. Mehra was perplexed and Sudhir displayed nothing humane on his face. “You have never been happy with whatever I did till now dad and hence I guess, I too have forgotten to be happy with whatever I have achieved…”

Stories

Sharing is really caring

The winter breeze was cool. The sun setting and the grass still fresh. It was a perfect time to sit in the park and munch on hot French fries. Alka looked at her son lovingly whose eyes had grown big looking at the large pack of hot French fries that she had got for him before picking him from the day care. They both sat in the park to have some mini family time.

As Rohan tore open the packet and started munching on the fries a little boy, as old as him came near the mother and son duo. Dressed in rags and dirty, he was a homeless boy. Looking at the hot fries he couldn’t keep the urge to ask for one.

He came close to Rohan and looked at him blank. As young as 4, the little boy didn’t know how to ask for things. All he could do was stare back with eyes that asked for some food. Rohan smiled at him and offered him the fries. A smile broke out on the young lad’s face. The twinkle in his eyes was innocent.

The glee on his face was priceless. He truly didn’t expect this gesture. He started to walk upto Rohan and that’s when Alka yelled. “Rohan! What are you doing? You are giving your fries to him?” Before little Rohan could react, Alka yelled at the kid and made him run away.

Rohan was baffled and hurt by his mother’s act. Sad and sulking he sat and slowly munched on his fries. After a few minutes the duo was joined by Rohan’s classmate Ayush and his mother. Alka exchanged greetings with her and settled down. Ayush’s eyes fell on the pack of fries and he tried to grab a few, but that’s when Rohan snatched it away.

Shocked to see her son’s reaction Alka gasped and yelled at him. “ROHAN! What are you doing?” Rohan stared at her. Ayush was petrified by now and his mom who was upset with Rohan’s reaction was happy with Alka’s yelling. Alka shouted again, “Rohan. Didn’t I teach you sharing is caring?”

Rohan kept looking at her for a while and then slowly said. “But mom you only stopped me from sharing a while ago…” Ashamed and embarrassed, Alka stayed quiet. Ayush and his mom were clueless. Alka looked up to her son. She then looked around.

The homeless boy was still around the corner, looking at the entire scene. Alka looked at him. Their eyes met. She slowly gestured at him to come near her. Slowly, watching every step he came close. Alka reached into the pack of fries, removed a handful of them and offered it to the boy.

The homeless boy started at her and then at Rohan. Shocked at the change he didn’t attempt to take. Alka smiled a little. He was a little boy after all. She smiled more and said, “Come here. Have this” the boy looked at Rohan who too was smiling with glee now. The little twinkle returned and the kid had the first, delicious French fry of his life…

Thoughts

Past life Connections

I have been visiting the fort of Panhala for more than a decade now. I fell in love with that place in my first visit itself. I was a small kid back then, but the connection I felt with that place was overwhelming. That time I removed it off my mind thinking that it’s just a mare liking towards the new place. But as my age grew, the connection got stronger.

Let me tell you something more about myself at the very beginning. I am a young adult whose life, breath and heart, everything resides in Mumbai. I am a proud and hardcore Mumbaikar who cannot tolerate even a separation of 4 days from my city of dreams.

Yet when I visit the fort of Panhala I forget everything. It’s just like some magic happening around me that I get dragged to that place. I ignore my love and loyalty towards Mumbai. I don’t even feel that typical pull which removes me out from where ever I am and takes me back to Mumbai. No, nothing. I feel nothing when I am on the fort. And trust me, it’s quite surprising.

I feel content and satisfied when I breathe the fresh air lingering around those old rocky watch-towers. I feel at peace when I sit on one of them and look down into the valley. I feel some spiritual powers coming up and grabbing me to carry me into the heaven while I behold the play of colours of sky and sun far away on the horizon. I forget the world in that game. Absorbed into my own solace I drown into a different zone, meditating for hours with my eyes wide open and heart pumping new blood full of life and colours.

This is the magic of Panhala, this is its aura which gives me the bliss of life and makes me feel at the definitive amity with life, such that I drown into its colours forgetting my own identity.

All this sounds good and soothing but when I put my analytical mind on its top gear to decipher the reason behind this, I get some real goose bumps. I am a guy with undying love for the city of Mumbai. I am born here and have lived here forever. My forefathers are from a different town which is vastly separated from the fort of Panhala by hundreds of hills, mountains and rivers. Yet why do I feel a special bond towards it rather than the place of my own origin?

Why do I share this exceptional bond with such a place which my previous generations have never even visited? Why do I feel love for it just the way I would feel for a person? Why do I care for it? And why do I feel like I am going home when I am making a visit there?

The lanes seem to call out to me, the hill seems to know me and the watchtowers; it feels as if I have walked them before as well. Not a decade back but many more years back. Even when I venture out on a new side of the fort, I get a feel that I know that place very well. My random walks of night into the woods of the hill don’t make me nervous and no matter where ever I am, if I am on the fort, I get no fear of losing my way.

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This is the feeling when you are in a place which you own. This is the way your mind feels when you are in a place which is very close to you. This is the manner in which you behave when you are home.

But why is it? What connects me to that historical fort? The fort which was ruled by the great Maratha King, Chatrapati Shivaji Maharaj appeals to me as if I possessed the property even before I laid my love for Mumbai.

Thousands have died on that fort and many more have died making their frail attempts to capture its mighty walls. Only the lord of this world may have an answer to my questions but I know one thing for sure. No matter what, I do believe in past life and past deeds. My love for this fort and my unique relation with it is the proof of it.

So dear all, even if you feel any such weird yet strong relation towards any place, thing or human, do think over it and try to know what would be the reason behind it. It may be a signal or it may be a sign from the maker of everything. It may mean something in the future or may have significance in the current time. You never know what may happen tomorrow but always remember that everything around us and everything happening with us is for a reason.

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This is the magic of Panhala fort. As I mentioned I have been visiting this place since a decade now. Yet I can’t get enough of it. It’s a very old fort with a huge historical background to it. And I swear to God I feel an exceptional bond towards this fort unlike I feel for any place ever.

I feel as if I am coming home. I feel as if this place belongs to me. I feel as if I am leaving something behind when I leave from this place and I feel as if I have some of my root stuck in here.

When I take a stroll I don’t feel I am alone. I seek peace in going around this fort all by myself. I seek completeness when I lay my sight over those broken watch towers of this old fort. I sense some connection towards those huge gates of the fort. Many brave soldiers have died on this fort trying to protect the brave Maratha King Chatrapati Shivaji Maharaj.

So am I one of those soldiers? Or am I their leader Baji Prabhu Deshpande who bravely fought 100 of enemy soldiers just to ensure a safe passage of Shivaji Maharaj from here to other fort? Who am I? And why do I have such a strong connection with this place? Especially those watch towers. I sense some belongingness towards those powerful pillars of the watch towers.

When I climb up on them I feel that I have been here before. Not a decade back but many many years ago. My family has no origin from this place. I own no property here. I land up here once in two three years but that visit is always enough to make me feel that I have something with this fort. Maybe some sort of past life connection. May be some future indication. Only God knows what he has in his heart for me. But I do feel that I am connected to this place in some of the other way.

Because I am very confident when I roam around this place all alone. I don’t even fear at nights to go out on the streets of this fort even when there lays dead silence and dark all around me. I don’t feel a necessity to take directions from anyone as I have my gut telling me where to head and trust me I land up taking the right rout. All this is only possible when you know the place completely.

Though, I haven’t seen every corner of this fort till now I still feel a confidence that I know this place in and out. And there is only one case where in you know a place that good. This is only when that place is your home.

 

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Thoughts

Humans and Religion

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Humanity is the need of the hour and correct interpretation of religion is the key to it. Religion is the pathway to God they say, as if it was God who himself brought about the division amongst those who he created. Religion is not wrong, nor is it the core reason behind all the menace that the world is getting strangled on. It is the human mind which is, like always is the key cause behind its own destruction.

You must be thinking how could I say this with so much of confidence? Well, enlightenment didn’t dawn on me nor was I bestowed with intellectual thoughts by a legendary person. Do the math, it’s a simple logic. It is something which you also can think of, if you manage to free yourself from the bonds of a religion.

Religion is a set of rules made by wise minds who existed ages back. It was meant to put a leash on the barbaric deeds of the stone-age man and so was reasonably of the utmost importance in that period. It managed to control those relentless humans to a great extend because it instilled the fear of God as the ultimate retribution if there was a breach in the rules of a religion.

But things went on to become worse when humans started to cling on to their religion to draft an identity for themselves. It turned into a property which was claimed by its followers and then just like all humans do, people back then began to claim their religions supremacy over other religions.

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There has never been an end to it and there seems to be no end to this, unless and until we humans understand that it is futile in inflicting any kind of supremacy over each other. Till the time this mindset doesn’t change, this world is never going to witness peace.

Extremism and hatred is always going to linger around, as no one has ever taught us to live together in harmony. Wars are going to continue as no one has ever feed our minds with one single bit of knowledge that we all are humans and we all are the same.

Human mind is complex in nature and that is the root to all the problems revolving around us. Our over-thinking and our over-reactions to any and every minor problem is driving us closer and closer to our own annihilation. We have become our own enemy and have lost trust in ourselves.

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We prefer to seek the pleasures of friendship in animals and lay our blinded trust over them rather than humans of other religions. This is us and this is how we are. And till the time we remain the same, we are going to suffer. Pain and anguish is never going to end unless and until we don’t find a way to end it.

But the end doesn’t mean annihilation of any extremist group acting like missionaries. End doesn’t mean stopping politicians from using religion as their vote bank tool. End doesn’t mean writing off religious beliefs and becoming atheists. End means bringing out a change. It means a revolution. It means doing something that no one has ever been able to do.

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And this end to all the misery in this world can only be gained if we understand the importance of humanity. This end can only be achieved if we consider humanity as our prime identity and religion as just a mere set of rules guiding us to live our individual lives in the most peaceful way. End can only be attained if there is no more a sense of competition left amongst us and there persists only a desire to live with peace and harmony.

Religion is not the exact driving force behind all the wretchedness that dwells in the world. Human mind is the one that plays a pivotal role in it, because no religious book has ever taught anyone to affront or disgrace other religions. The radical extremist groups who kill and slaughter to massacre the humanity are the ones who impose their wishes onto the humanity in the name of religion.

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It is because of these people that the new age thinkers are choosing to drift away from the path of religion. They are unable to find the golden virtues of it because of the barriers that impede them to attain what they are destined to gain. Although their thoughts are incorrect, they cannot be blamed for it as the pseudo religious devotion of the extremists has shaped them to become what they are.

This phenomenon must be corrected. It must be changed or else we will have a whole generation of vengeance struck people holding a torch of atheism, ready to walk over and destroy all the religions and submerge its virtues to the depths of the oceans without knowing the values of it.

This whole deed then shall be result of false and erroneous interpretation of religion. To save the world from such a catastrophic consequence and to make up for all the damage that has been done over the span of ages, there is a need to make the people aware about the true meaning of religion.

It is the time that we spread the correct meaning of religion and abolish wrong beliefs that are inculcated in our minds. The time when we would reach this salvation and rejuvenate our thoughts, that time we would learn the right way of living. That is the time when finally the motto of global peace would be achieved. That is the time when God will smile down upon us to say loud and confident, they are humans and they are my best creations ever.

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Thoughts

Smile Finder!

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When was the last time you smiled? No, like smiled, really smiled! That smile which comes right from your heart. Which oozes out positivity so bright that even the sun might want to shy away. So, when was it last time? Or should I ask, since when has your smile has been under the everlasting eclipse?

Bonded by time and committed to deadlines, we all have now turned into the slaves of affluence! We all have collectively dug a huge hole into the heart of this pure Earth and have dumped all our happiness onto it, covering it with the mud of materialism and a tombstone of reality established over it.

Yes, slowly and gradually I am moving towards that one thing no one wants to talk about these days. The very real question, the question of millennial, “With so much work, where are we collectively trying to reach?”

Just imagine, you are healthy, having a beautiful or handsome better-half, staying in a peaceful house where mornings are bright and happy rather than being hasty and noisy; where nights are peaceful and calm rather than full of quarrels and regret. Now go to the second word of this paragraph, “Imagine”

But why? Why can we just imagine and not turn this dream into reality?

“Work is part of life and life is not part of work!”

Today as you look around, the entire humanity seems to be in the never-ending cycle of ambition and aspirations. Well, not that I am saying it’s bad! Am ambitious myself, but there is a line to draw! This life is a gift that you need to enjoy. It’s like a cool juice that you need to sip with an ease and relish every ounce of it!

But, what are we entirely into? We are into selling that very beautiful juice and making the money out of it, but for what? Let’s put this picture in a basic format! You dream to earn lots of money, you slog to achieve your dream, you have that money and then you feel like enjoying your life! But hey, won’t you be a bit extra old while you reach that age? (Not all are Kyle, right?) And buddy, what if you fail? Would you have ample of strength to stand up and fight back? (Not all are Colonel Sanders as well)

So, what’s the plan? Slog slog slog and then wait for either of the extreme to happen? Well, in that case how about planning your life efficiently and aiming to achieving work-life balance rather than stressing over the fact that someone else is more stressed and overloaded with work than you?

Trust me guys, life is short! It can go on a loop or may simply go on an unending buffering. But this is your life and it is the ultimate gift that you have ever received. So, cherish it and make the most of it. Don’t submit your life to anything or anyone, because if you fail, all that will remain with you is regret and if you pass, all that you will have with you is memories.

So, go ahead and make some space for yourself. Catch-up with your life, bring out the inner kid in you and do what you love to do. This time will never come back but it can surely stay in your heart forever as a sweet memory if you plan your life well, only with an intention to live it entirely and get back that lost smile!

“Work is life and life is work only if you do what you love and if you love what you do!”

Thoughts

Is it Really Happening?

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Are robots gonna take over the world? Are we going to face a Terminator like catastrophe? We don’t know!

A recent article in Mad Over Marketing stated that a Alexa device in an empty US home threw a party to herself while the owners were away, sipping their wine at an international harbor. Then, is it wrong to say that this is definitely a start of what we have been dreading already?

Machines have always been an integral part of our lives but with machine learning and artificial intelligence adding life to these lifeless component of plastic and metal, we humans are creating a new gene pool all together.

But that’s a longer future that we are seeing wherein machines would wage a war against the entire human-hood. But if we are successful in keeping such a doomsday at bay, we still are going to die a slow death at the hands of the machines.

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Let’s start this part with an exciting question. As a responsible family member and friend, how many numbers do you remember by heart of your loved ones? And now if you ask your grandpa the same question, he will list down the whole of yellow pages.

But that’s not it. Non remembering phone numbers was a big deal a decade back but there are more things to be addressed now as the Generation Z preps to take over the world. We humans are depending so heavily machines that now a life without them seems meaningless.

A perfect example of it is the change in the pattern of entertainment. We humans used to please ourselves with outdoor games and catching up on old Irani Cafes. But now the whole world is digital. Just walk into the nearest McDonald’s outlet and observe 5 individuals sitting across each other on a single table, which they hurried in their phones.

Our shopping preferences has also now gone online and while I write this article, there would be few SaaS platforms driven by AI waiting me to login and check Facebook, just to view their post as a part of my feed. The world being available for sale online has only resulted in reckless buying and the auto suggesting AI of E-commerce websites is helping them increase their own pocket share in our wallets.

AI and automation in machines is surely not rendering us useless. The technology is surely being utilized for our betterment, but if used in abundance can only be the core cause of the slow death of human civilization, done by our own hands…

Thoughts

Technology – It’s a Circle

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A generation of open minds and a league of the all knowing people, we are the ones who know what is good for us, yet we focus on embracing the bad. Lack of discipline or seriousness, God knows what it is, but we surely are the group of people who are digging our own graves.

Trapped in the shackles of this modern technology and gasping to escape the suffocation of pretentiousness, we are a civilization of people who have long forgotten who we exactly are. We live our lives on social media and believe in the illusion it reflects in front of our eyes.

Happiness is no more defined by seeing your baby smile; it is something that is derived out of how many people press the ‘thumbs-up’ button on the social media for your baby’s new picture.

Peace is no more derived by taking a walk with friends but it is something that is absorbed from pouring your heart out on social media by uploading pictures with quotes that precisely depict your current state of mind.

Technology is a blessing, no one can condemn that. But, the contrary to this statement cannot also be argued. Just like every coin has two sides, technology has two sides too. Both are equal and both are deeper than the depths of the Pacific.

The new marvels of the science have brought everything in our hands, but little do we realize that it has snatched many things out of our hands too. It has connected old friends and in a bid to peep into their lives, we are missing out on what’s happening in the life of our friend sitting right besides us. This was just an example.

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To be generic in my talking, I would just say that technology has built us up so much that it has impaired us drastically. We are equipped by the best forms of this modern marvel yet we are unhappy inside and that is totally because technology has got us to this point.

But, the inhuman and heartless, cold machines are not the only ones to blame. We humans share the equal blame too. Not because we made the technology. Not because we accepted it. It is only and only because we never limited the usage of it.

We have resorted so much to the technology form entertainment to seeking emotional bonding that we have forgotten to live the real life. Technology has brought everything to our finger tips and that has made us feel self-sufficient but little do we realise that this formidable self-sufficiency is leading us to solitude and loneliness that is causing depression in major of millennials of this time.

You see, it’s a circle. It’s a whole circle which very few can behold at. The moment you enter this whole world of gadgets, technology, the WORLD WIDE WEB, social media and tones and tones of radiations, you get absorbed in it. You feel you have everything but in a bid to have everything on this virtual world, you cut off from your real world.

Which is why, when you eventually look back, you see there is no one following you. The current state is the same with everyone. The person sending you a “Hi” on some random messenger app is standing right besides you. The only problem is you two don’t know that you two are besides each other. Technology has blinded you to that limit.

The only way to save yourself from this is to strike a balance. Because I always say, “Everything in this world is balance and that is why, this world still exists.” That is why; you too need to strike a balance between the technology and your real life.

The moment you attain this balance, you will be able to look at the pleasant world around you, feel the freshness of it and absorb the realness of your abode. That is truly when you will keep the phone aside and tap the shoulder of the person standing right besides you to say “Hi” and this will mark the realness of your life.

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Poems

Creation

An art since ages,
A treasury of words.

Doused into mind,
A game of verse.

Maker of artists,
Those wise men.

Went winning hearts,
With their pen.

A life to soul,
A giver of peace.

Imprint of thoughts,
Written by reese.

Cherishing them,
More than a jewelry.

Forgetting the world,
I write poetry.

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Poems

2 verse miracle

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I share with you all my series of short poems, each based on one aspect of everyday life.

1. In the box
Life is spent,

Thinking out of the box.

Little staying aware,

That it’s gonna end in a box.

2. Breathe 

When all you see is red,

And anger loses its sheath. 

Remember the past of infinity
and try to calmly breathe. 

3. Respect
Can be touched but cant be harmed,

respect is something not to compromise. 

It has to be earned and cant be farmed,
to preserve it forever, you have to rise. 

4. Vision

Bewildered by her vision,
I thought shes contradicting the reality. 

Little did I know,
that she was narrating the actuality. 

5. Friendship 

Like poison ivy’s kiss,
who’s pain never ceases. 

It starts with true bliss,
only to end in pieces. 

6. Success
Not a cake walk,

it is a difficult stroll. 

A pathway to glory,
chalked through burning coal. 

7. Time
Not anyone’s slave,

it’s a brutal ringmaster. 

As you gain its pace,
it starts running faster. 

8. Joy
Look at that pure bliss,

when a kid gets a new toy. 

Untamed and unadulterated,
it is the portrayal of true joy. 

9. Aesthetics
A driver of craze,

that temporary phase.

When the soul is ignored,
and you love the face. 

10. Window
An opening to the world,
a gateway to paradise. 

yet for the lonely him,
it was a doorway to afterlife.