Monday, November 9, 2015

Never give up, You are beautiful more than yesterday.

You have miles to chase, Mountains to rope in,
Greenways highways, all ways to climb
Creepy woods, shallow waters
Never give up
You are beautiful, more than yesterday

Dreams in your eyes, standing atop, Heavens high
Like Diamonds in the river bed
Lies Beneath your sweet tale of sassiness
Never give up
You are beautiful, more than yesterday

Wine, dine and get high Friends whisper
Tipsy, Groovy, sassy they say
A bottle of rum on the run, but to the Gun
Never give in
You are beautiful, More than yesterday

Solace of Love? He says he will do anything for you?
Stuck in the Maze? Nowhere to go?
Love He says and never comes back.
Never give in,

Girl you are beautiful, more than yesterday.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Happy womans Day



                                     To all the Woman I know….. A view from my cerebrum 


Woman, her beauty is to the world
Her smile, tender and fiery
Turn her head, my heart wither and broken
In my need, late hours she stays
Her hair, thick and wavy in your arms take me.
She walks, heads turn, trees fall, clouds hide.
Moonlit on her face, afar espied God take me near her.

Woman – An Orchestrated Masterpiece from Above.

Men…….

Adore her, admire her – Say no to Lustful eyes
50 Shades of grey – I would prefer 50 hugs and kisses
She betrays you – Smile and fade in to the skies.
Broken trust – Bad omen, Run to the mountains
Sexual harassment – Yeh Dil Maange NO MORE!!!!
Oh Men of India, Darkness is thy name
Shame are we called, what have we done
She is thine and mine. We are her keepers.

Me(n) – Without Her, I have no Name.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Dear Terrorist's who killed School Children



Dear Terrorist's who killed School Children,

Who are you? What do you want? Did the little kids steal your toys or did they take away your tiffin boxes? What can I say or even think of the things you have done. Storming in to a School full of School Children, Who wanted to study and aim for the highest? Students, who dreamt of becoming an artist, little boys who wants to touch the Sky, Little girls who wanted to paint this world with their palms. Little fingers which wanted to poke the Rainbow. Those School uniforms someday would have turned in to White coats with stethoscope draped around his/her Neck. Someday those uniforms would have turned in to Black robes defending innocent souls in the courtrooms. Someday those uniforms would have turned in to a directors Hat. Someday those uniforms would have turned in to neatly pressed suits to address a Gathering. Someday those uniforms would have turned in to beautiful women who would grace this world, who would built beautiful Homes. 

Respected Terrorists did you know a little girl went to the school for the first time. She would have dreamt in her wonderland about Castles, Chocolates, flying high, making friends, sharing her food with other kids. Sadly it did not happen and she ended up in the coffin surrounded by flowers and candles which she cannot touch or feel. 

I can imagine how the parents would have felt. So proud of their young boys and girls going to school every day. They would have dreamt that in another 10 or 15 years how their boys are going to be but unfortunately the Journey has been cut short by a group of unrealistic hypocrites.
The only harm the children has done is to put their uniform and go to school every day. All their innocent laughing and giggling has stopped by the traversing bullets. School clothes which should have been soaked with mud and dirt after rolling on the field, instead it was soaked in blood which can never be washed.

There were teachers who took bullets in their bodies. If teaching is a harm you stop teaching Jihad to everyone. If teaching is a harm you stop teaching how to hold a gun. If teaching is a harm you stop teaching how to become a suicide bomber.

I do not want to condemn you neither vow to fight against you. I do not want to take up arms and shower bullets on you. I do not even want to say a word against you.
Dear Taliban our children will never stop going to school. In fact we will build more schools, we will stich more uniforms, we will produce more teachers, and we will take this as a challenge which has been thrown to us. We will ask more funds to build labs, classrooms, cricket grounds, football pitches. We will come back stronger than ever before.

To all the families out there I do not know how to confront. How can I ever mourn with you? How can even say be strong? I cannot!!! All I want to do is sit right next to you holding your hands and shed tears. 

To all the terrorists out there one more time. Get ready our children will come stronger. Our little paws and little fingers are made of iron carved in a bundle of titanium, they will not shy away from confronting the terrorists. We had one malala, after this attack there will be more who will bend the guns and swallow the bullets and turn it in to laughter and Joy.

Shame on you terrorists. #IndiawithPakistan.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Hope....



Dad, when do we get our own house? Asked 11 year old Nivedita,

Don’t worry sweetheart, the day is very near.

But, Dad you have been telling this for 4 years.

“Sweetie when Mom left us to be with God and we had to skip milk and egg every day, remember I told you we will get good, tasty and healthy food. We did get it right?”

Yes Dad.

“Hope and belief is something no one can take it away from you. No matter who tells you, no matter who asks you? Hope of having a castle, Hope of having a home full of chocolates is Possible”
Remember this always, will you?

Sure Dad,

“Dad when we have our house can I have a room with all the toys in the world”

Dad Hugs her and says “Sure sweetheart”

Hope……….