Silently Expressive...Dedicated to My Lovely Blogger Friends :)

Tender dainty bud,

Maternal to a Soul,

From this ferocious world,

Its savagery, Its treachery...

Though maternal,

An unrestrained suffocation,

A redundant trepidation...

Time to unleash,

To anticipate,

Exigence to Emancipate...

Bud bloomed one day,

"Freedom" the Soul wished to say,

World: Strange, fierce,

Never prayed for any reinforce...

Transcended towards light,

Enduring versatile flight,

Iridescent, Kaleidoscopic colors,

Now on Souls counselors...

Violet inspired to spark Imagination,

& reach your Destination...

Love for Humanity,

Its still not a vanity...

Indigo,Taught awareness, wisdom,

Failure would be seldom...

Blue, will for peace, How to communicate,

Only Love be reciprocate...

Green, maintain harmony, Good Health,

Worlds greatest Wealth...

Yellow, Be energetic, alleviate confusion,

Always take a firm Decision...

Orange, maintain Equilibrium, Creativity,

Will help to achieve Liberty...

Red gave Security, Passion,

Work with Dedication,

Determination!!!

Today the Soul is incessantly living,

Opulent with Knowlege,

Still learning,

That will abide in perpetuity...

Its my Soul...

Merry Christmas to all & I Wish Santa Claus to gift with what you have prayed for! :)

365 days long back I had stepped in this wonderland called "Blogspot" with no knowledge of its magic. Its mystical power have hypnotized me (MAKING ME CRAZIER!!!) . I love to walk on this land, swim,drown in its craziness, fly breathe its scenting air. Kindly bear my writing as I know I'm not good when it comes to sentences.

BIRTH OF MY BLOG...ON 25 DEC 2009...

My best buddy Jayshri (Truly a "WHITE COAT WEIRDO"as she loves to call herself) encouraged me to start a blog, which would be, My Space OR My Place. 

(I LOVE  & MISS YOU A LOT JAYSHRI...)

NAMING CEREMONY...

There is no such word as "CARDIGRAZIOSO". I had wanted to be a cardiac surgeon, call it "Destiny" or "Hard Work" I am happy to be a Homeopath. My love for Cardiology created "CARDI" and "GRAZIOSO", for the graceful words which I love to pen down. :)

HUMOROUS HISTORY BEHIND MY FIRST POEM ;)

I was deciding what to perform in my final year of school camp (Dancing was out of question, & I spared my friends with singing ;) THEN WHAT ELSE? Once I was watching Tom & Jerry Kids Show, where the characters were fighting by using proses. THAT WAS IT! I wrote Riddles on identifying  friends personality in form of poem and prose.HEY! THEY LOVED IT. The loud applause proved it.

Though after 7 years, I took it seriously on rhyming.BETTER LATE THEN NEVER!

I was too jittery, whether my simple words would convey my feelings..As I always end up writing something serious (reflects my Gemini Trait )

My blog has turned one today, with this even my writing, rhyming. When I read my oldposts and the new ones, OH! WOW! I HAVE IMPROVED A LOT...IT FEELS AWESOME :)

FEELINGS AS A BLOGGER...

I feel glad and honored when I receive an appreciation saying my words made its readers Smile, made them think over a Cause.

Its important to reply who leaves a comment, as they have taken out time and read the expressions, in the world where TIME IS MONEY!

Sometimes bloggers post are so intense and powerful that I end up replying "Intense", "Deep", "Beautiful", "Thoughtful" as at that very moment I lack for words...NOT THAT I HAVEN'T UNDERSTOOD IT!

From core of my heart, every cell of my endocardium, I Thank to my amazing fellow bloggers for always being along with me in this fascinating World of Blogging! (Not in any specific order)

Kay...an awesome poet whose silence reaches out many miles...Thanks for being my first friend in this wonderland.

Beyond ...your expressions are really beyond those few words, filled with love, wisdom...

Ritika Patel you have always been with me along this journey...even i wait for your lovely reply...Hope this friendship stays forever :)

Blasphemous Aesthete Actually the previous name "Anonymous Someone" made me land on your blog...love the complexity of your blogs name and writings...most favorite "Break Me, make Me" 

Vishal Raj awesomeness of your post "Waiting for you" made me a regular visitor at your blog (btw you haven't written since long)

Rashmi M Love when your heart speaks...and the perceptions

Rajesh Waiting myself to explore the beautiful forts, especially southern India.

magiceye Truly a magical eye you have there...I have come to know more about my hometown Mumbai through your beautiful pics.(How do you manage 5 blogs?...Its superb! )

Rohini your weirdest dreams are innovative...courageous...Love them :)

Alcina Mysterious words (and name too, as said will remember the Greek meaning ;) Thanks for your gifts :)

 Dr.Pratibha (talented as your name) Dr.Raksha (Glad when you fly and visit here)

Alka Gurha Humorous but always thought evoking writing (you should add some smiley widget :)

Always Happy Keep smiling :) Aashi I love to visit your Dreamland...

OK THANK YOU SO...WAIT...WAIT...How can I forget this blogger? I'm not a blogwalker but Its the only blog I use to read without following (not even anonymously).I first visited the blog after reading an appreciable criticism(yes I did like it) by this blogger. Ok need to raise the curtain, the most liked blogger Sourav C.Pandey. I have no idea why but Your 'I "KILLED" Time' post made me to comment first time and thereon no end.Thanks a lot (YES THE THANKS) for naming me as "Silently Expressive"...APT :) Has anyone scrolled till end of his blog and read...Its awesome.Do read it! (Yes,Ignorance is Bliss,Sourav)

THANKS A LOT ONCE AGAIN TO EVERYONE WHO READS MY EXPRESSIONS!!! 

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL :)

I love the kaleidoscopic colors of life, but without one I'm still incomplete...

A restless emptiness,

Pack with Happiness, Liveliness...

Prepare for the Unknown,

This is your Expression Zone...

Don't live in fantasy,

But open the door to a Mystery...

Sometimes be inconspicuous,Never lack (it),

Its the color Black... 

STILL AN AMATEUR...

P.S.Please don't unfollow me if I haven't mention you...I heartily Thank You for supporting me through this journey of wonderland and I hope it continues... :) :) :)

PP.S.I have mentioned the actual meaning of the colors in a rainbow. A help by Google ;)

EMANCIPATION...

Yet another dark days,

My mind dreadfully sways...

Cyclonic emotions,

Anguish notions...

How can I make it windless?

All the unbearable stress...

He would never say what I want to hear,

Neither would I, Someone wouldn't bear...

No support for a relation to nurture,

Because of the so-called culture...

Falling short of target,

Achieving it, I hate...

Tired of convincing,

WHY?

I don't need such a thing,

What I want to do is only HEALING...

Thoughts of trepidation,

State of consolidation...

Mind voracious,

Heart vexatious...

Do I desire to runaway?

NO!

Though I'm scared,

I'm tired,

Never will I runaway!

But I want to cry

YES I WANT TO!

Tears, not flowing,

An unrestrained feeling...

IS "I" SOUNDING SELFISH?

NO!

Its me who is hurt,

My emotions being burnt,

Its MY LIFE,

ITS ME,

coz If I die,

everything will cease to matter.

What I wish for?

Neither sympathy,

Nor empathy,

 No consolation,

Its EMANCIPATION...

PLEASE LET HIM STAY.......

9 months- You nurtured me,
                 Protected me in your womb.......

I'm a part of you,
Abandoned me......HOW COULD YOU?
Where are you?
Can you hear me?
Look Where I Stand,
Where I Belong.........
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Found besides garbage forlorn,
My cry one couldn't hear,
No one to see my tear.............

How I grew up?
First step on burning hot road,
First syllable neither "MA" nor "PA"...........

My Home,
Railway platform or wide street,
Dreams under the starry sky in the scorching heat...........

I wake up,
As a STRANGER to this world,
& the world STRANGE to me..........

Eyes:Search for shelter,
        for food, for water,
& Search for MY BELOVED............

Hands: To work (LONGING TO HOLD YOUR FINGERS)
To beg,
Wipe cars on traffic signals,
Sell things in train,
Serve tea in hotels,
Making fireworks, polishing shoes..........
Isn't it great that I work?
As a Child (LABORER)

I don't want NGO's help,
Nor any benevolence............

Yes, Summers burn me,
        Rains drown me,
        Winters chill me.............

Every night,
I Pray,
Not for me,
For someone like me,
If he have breathe this polluted world,
NEVER ABANDON HIM.

If No,PLEASE LET HIM STAY............
IN THE WARMTH.........OF HIS MOTHERS WOMB.........
ONLY..........FOREVER.................


(Above poem is one of my old post )

It would be really sad, if each child prays for such a wish before going to sleep.
Akshaya Patra...Unlimited food for education is a foundation with the vision, that “No child in India shall be deprived of education because of hunger.”
A simple thought and help from each one of us will help to brighten up a child's life. 

THIRST, HUNGER,

Child's silent ANGER...

Whom shall he reach out?

Is there anyone to care about?

Starvation,

Ambition,

NO FOOD, NO EDUCATION...

On whom is the Blame?

Government, And several excuses,

OH NO! NOT THE BLAME GAME,

It would be so LAME!

Taking the responsibility,

It would be called HUMANITY...

Simple thought of benevolence,

That can make a great difference...

Aim for CHANGE,

No child-an estrange...

Life would be a sunshine,

With Education,

And Growth of our nation...

A helping hand whenever,

Will bring a beautiful SMILE,

That will last forever,

Spreading happiness many mile...

And A Child will NEVER PRAY,

"PLEASE LET HIM STAY..."

MY SANTA CLAUS...

"Dad", was not the first word...As I learned to speak,

But he was the first one I played hide-and-seek...

Holding his fingers...I walked,

I swayed, I falled...He told me,

Get up, Don't stop!!!

Sitting on his shoulders playfully,

Carrying me when I was not sleepy...

Dad brought me my favorite Parle-G,

Boxes of ice cream Kwality...

Shouting "My Daddy Strongest",

Rhyming "Johny Johny", "Yes Papa"...

Bike ride to school everyday,

Rarely wrote "My Father" as an essay...

Learning his principles I grew up,

One of them "Never Give Up"

Be confident...Be honest

Also

Be polite...Do sympathize...

"Do not fear being a girl.

Step out...Stand smartly in this world"...

Supports me when I want to make a difference,

Hurts when he does not show confidence...

Taught me to endeavour,

He is an enamour...

He is my Santa Claus,

Gifts me...Blesses me each day,

No need of any cause...

How will I stay away after marriage?

OH GOD! Please give me the courage...

A Daughter is her Fathers Treasure,

Love which no one could ever measure...

Its called "Kanyadaan"...No wonder...

I love this quote from the movie "Pursuit of Happyness"...where a father teaches his child a wonderful thought
Chris Gardner: Don't ever let someone tell you, you can't do something. Not even me.All right?.
Christopher : All right.
Chris Gardner: All right. You got a dream, you gotta protect it. People can't do something themselves, they wanna tell you that you can't do it. You want something? Go get it.

P.S.The word "Dad" dates back to the sixteenth century, or possibly even earlier? It may have originated with the Welsh word "Tad" (meaning father), which later mutated to Dad. The word "Father" is derived from the Old English "Foeder".

THE MYSTERY

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Jack: Handsome, heroic personality,

& his appreciable serenity,

Extrovert, exuberant as he was,

No harm he could ever cause...

Anxious to know more,

Eager to reach a things core...

Day began with alarm,

“Heal the world,

Make it a better place...”

Never changed it,

It gave him SOLACE...

Why did the song give him solace?

WHY did he need it?

 Loved to walk to school,

Warmth in the wool.

Today was a different day,

Dark, sky more gray,

Strolled along new pathway,

Turned at a bend,

& Halted in front of a house,

Sensed strange mystical power,

Just few steps to cross the barrier,

Saw the STATUE of a WARRIOR,

It’s look piercing,

Heart started racing,

Hurried his pace,

Running away from the haze...

Shared with his friend,

Came across the same bend,

The HOUSE was NOWHERE to be seen,

It was there, IT HAD BEEN,

Assured him did not make a story,

This was beginning of “THE MYSTERY...”

His mind hid many emotions,

No one to share,

No one to hear…

Behind the exuberance lay his dark sad life,

From childhood till now,

At home the same scenario,

His parents fighting,              

Without realizing it would affect his upbringing

Shouting “WE DON’T CARE”…

“DO YOU REMEMBER.......”his alarm sang. Its strange, he never changed it. Who did it? The small room treasured the memories of Jacks childhood & the dreams of future. He stepped on the ice cool flooring. Near the window was his study table, Jack was puzzled, where lay his most precious thing, his ‘Memoir’, “The Mystery of my life”. He signed it as Arthur, his favourite hero. It had absorbed his entire life without questioning. He never forgets to lock it up in his drawer, but today it was on the table.

He tried to remember the occurrence of yesterday night, which memory did he carve on the page? Lightly he touched the diary and was about to open it, suddenly a flash of lightning distracted him. He looked up, surveyed from left to right but unable to trace the source of it. As soon as he started reading his memoir, it flashed again. This time he saw the iron coat warrior standing on the stone pavement with a piercing look. Jack couldn’t move an inch, not even a twitch of a muscle. A blink of eyes & the warrior vanished.

Jack snapped back to reality by the loud noises from his parents downstairs.

Unlike his parents’ behaviour, Jack was kind hearted and his strength being passionate. This has been possible only by his tiny room, for him his entire world. He had sown the seeds of hope and dreams, nurtured it each day with his love and now the fruits of dreams coming true were beginning to ripe.

Jack never gave up, but with each dawn he was losing a part of his life, unable to realize it, WHAT?

Raced downstairs,

Straight out of home,

Someone was out to get him,

Did not dare turn back,

Reaching the class,

Students jealous of him,

Sitting behind,

Watching them through corner of his eyes,

“Arthur, Arthur”

WHO ELSE KNEW HIS SIGNATORY NAME?

The same warrior standing in front of the door,

“The boys are going to hurt you”

“NO”

“YES, look behind”

Jack turned; they were whispering and gazing at him.

He asked “What?”

“Nothing” they answered.

Blood boiling, blood shot eyes,

“Criticizing me”,

Rage running through entire body,

Held the pen as if sword,

Thrashed them, torn muscles.

“BLOOD, BLOOD”

Laughing, sighing,

Trembling hands, shivering legs,

Under thunderous sky,

Warrior abraded him in the mysterious house. 

Darkness creeping,

Air chilling…

Screeching, horrifying,

Enchanting sounds,

“RUN, RUN FAST",

Across the room,

Something coming,

Couldn’t see,

“RESVE, RESVE”, Jack was shouting,

Hard thud on his face,

Bleeding woke up in his room,

Breathe of relief,

But no, it was not!

Memoir still on table,

Hurriedly opened last page,

Read the events,

‘Dark gray sky,

Entering mysterious house,

NO HE NEVER DID, It can’t be true,

Friend at the bend,

Assuring not making the story,

The beginning of mystery! WHAT WHEN?

RAGE, FEAR,

Is it a death trap?

PAIN cutting like a knife,

Mind numbing,

STEALING THE MELODY…

Nothing to gain,

Everything to lose,

No one to hold on,

No one to love,

No sound of hope,

Crying incessantly,

Someone clutched his hand

Shaking, “Jack, Jack”

With all his strength opened the eyes,

Mom, dad relieved,

INSCRUTABLY MYSTERY,

Paranoia, his condition called “SCHIZOPHRENIA”

Schizophrenia, also sometimes called split personality disorder, is a chronic, severe, debilitating mental illness. statistics about schizophrenia include that it affects men about one and a half times more commonly than women. It is one of the psychotic mental disorders and is characterized by symptoms of thought, behavior, and social problems.The sufferer may hear voices or see people that are in no way present. The individual with this disorder may also have disorganized speech, disorganized behavior.

People with schizophrenia often resist treatment. They may not think they need help because they believe their delusions or hallucinations are real. In these cases, family and friends may need to take action to keep their loved one safe. 

The patients pain and suffering must be understood, isolating the individual will never help him. What needs is, CARE, SUPPORT AND LOVE.

Love increases,

If you share,

Never say,

"I DON'T CARE",

Speak up:"Don't worry,

I'm here"

Wish for a love story,

Its indeed a wonderful MYSTERY!

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amour

In arms of my mother,

On shoulder of my father

Gait waddling,

Cutely swaying

Fingers curled around their finger,

WHAT holds them TOGETHER?

Teasing,fighting,

My little sibling

 Notorious,mischievous,

Words are less,

But SOMETHING binds the TOGETHERNESS!

Incoherent conversation,

Friendship: A tender relation

Secrets,pillow fights,sleepover,

WHY do I wish it to be FOREVER?

Stupidity of young age,

Heart beating as ran a mileage

First crush,an intense emotion,

WHAT created the INFATUATION?

When I close my eyes,

A look of him makes me surprise

A life long tie,

To last even in Eternity.

Don't want to arise,

But to Fall

WHY do I wish for the FALL?

No need of a definition,

Only HEARTFELT emotion

We crave for IT,

WISH to RECEIVE a BIT

SHIVER at thought of LOSING,

ITS a most PRECIOUS feeling

Its amour...LOVE...CAN ONLY BE LOVE!!!

LOVE, holds the fingers TOGETHER, binds the TOGETHERNESS, makes Friendship to last FOREVER, created the INFATUATION. I or anyone.Don't WISH to ARISE.But to FALL IN amour.LOVE!!!

(amour :word for Love in French)

AUDACITY OF A MOTHER

Every day is a mother's day

  A single cell to a foetus,

Life forming in her uterus

Brightened her days,

As morning sun rays

Her face glows,

As moonlit river flows

First kick,First movement,

Treasured every moment

9 months as vital organ of body,

Taking his first breathe,

Child was ready

Painful labor, Nervous tremor,

Hearing his cries,

Tears welled up in her eyes

Baby in her arms,

Exhilaration,emotion,

How beautiful is this notion!!!

Touch soothing,

Eyes twinkling,

Voice babbling

News changed her existence,

Nothing else, Only Silence!!!

IT CAN'T BE TRUE,

HOW CAN IT BE?

Her small little angel,

Diagnosed having LEUKEMIA.

Ears longing to hear "MUMMY",

Sweetheart under painful chemotherapy.

Mind sighing as a wave,

Motherhood-made her brave

Salute to her courage,

& All the Smiles,

SMILE...that NEVER REACHED HER EYES!

P.S.As an Intern when I was posted in pediatrics ward, all the eagerness to learn something new and more...couldn't ignore all these cute little children suffering from Leukemia (cancer of blood-forming cells in the bone marrow)...their innocence & sweetness...moreover the love & strength of a mother...looking after her child...I still remember the anxious questions of a mother whether her child will lead a normal life?....after every 2-3 months the child has to be admitted for the chemotherapy cycle or treating the recurrent infections.....even through all these...A MOTHER NEVER SHOWS TIREDNESS...HER EYES REFLECTS THE HIDDEN EMOTIONS...But one can't stand to look into the eyes which shows so much courage.

I think AUDACITY is the only word for her expressions!

I'M HIS PEARL.......

Warmth of her shelter,

Sound of her laughter.....

Singing a lullaby,

Love as vast as sky.....

They came to know,

I was a girl child,

& Acted so wild.....

Killing of maternity,

She wanted to name me,

"AYUSHMATI" (person who has a long life)

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Running on dew,

Merrily I grew.....

Carried pretty woolen doll,

'Sakhi' whom I use to call.....

Little tender feet,

Walking under suns heat,

Soft, soothing hand,

Carrying hot brick & sand.....

Sad truth of this era,

I'm "SARAH" (princess,happy)

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What's beyond horizon?

I'm eager,

Jaunty as a deer,

Still a teenager.....

Learning is my age,

Tied in a knot of marriage,

Why so early?

I'm "AOLANI" (cloud of heaven)

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Vowing 7 Promises,

Always was My dream,

Falling in Love,

As beautiful as a stream.....

Burned me alive,

How can I survive?

Senseless Dowry,

All the brutality, cruelty.....

Hands with colorful Henna,

I'm "NIRVANA" (deep silence, ultimate bliss)

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Purposive filthy touch,

No one could I clutch.....

Ripped me,

Tore me,

Restless soul,

Awaiting for Justice,

Justice-slower than a tortoise,

Ears-that can't hear painful voice.....

I was & am "APARAJITA" (undefeated)

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I'm Loving, Caring, Kind,

But Never Ever try to Bind!

Flight of a Bird,

FREEDOM that's MY WORD!

I'M GODS "PEARL",

BLESSED BEING A GIRL!!!

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PURSUIT OF FREEDOM.......

Darkness creeping in My Life,
Engulfing My Soul with its figure-less hands.....

I'm NOT the most HONEST,
I WON'T say I HAVE NEVER LIED.......

But,
DON'T FORCE ME doing things,
I DETEST, I LOATHE,
I won't be able to do them,
I WOULD NEVER!!!

It suffocates me,
Its KILLING my Conscience,
Its SOUL-ERODING.......

I'm NOT IMPRISON,
Yet I'm NOT FREE......

Saw My SHADOW in this darkness,
Someone said,
#"Never FEAR SHADOWS.
They simply means there's
a LIGHT SHINING
SOMEWHERE NEARBY"

Captured in this net,
I'll NEVER FALL APART!!!

Light of HOPE,
SPARK of Faith,
I'll COMBAT,
I'll STRIVE,
I'll BLOW AWAY THE DARKNESS,

& Let the LIGHT of FREEDOM SHINE in MY LIFE.......

#QUOTE BY RUTH RENKEL

PRECIOUS LIFELONG RELATION.......

DEDICATED 2 ALL MY DEAR FRIENDS.....WHOM I KNW PERSONALLY....N MANY UNKNOWN LONG DISTANT FRNDS....WHOM I GOT INTRODUCED VIA SOCIAL NETWORKING SITE....FEEL LUCKY 2 KNW DEM......N GLAD FEW R FRM ACROSS BORDER 2......HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY :):):)

A LEPRECHAUN-jazzing up my life,

With his kibosh little things.

 A jocular, jocund buddy

U r my friend in perpetuity.

Though not kindred,

Without u my life would end.

A friend: not good or bad in life’s dictionary,

Friendship doesn’t require any itinerary.

It’s a light springing rhythm in heart,

Not jeopardized by boundaries, color or caste.

Alongside friend : Enjoy high jinks,

Love to jive,

Don’t u ever leave…………

Can give up my life as a LEGACY,

For hearing ur never-ending EUPHONY,

Even in my ETERNITY………….

#Originally posted on 5 Feb'2010

I LOVE U JUST THE WAY U ARE

Gripping each others hand,
Walking barefoot on sand,
Leaving footprints behind,
Moments one of its kind

Song in my mind,
He reads through my eyes,

* "Nothings gonna change my love for u,

You ought know by now How much I love u"

Couldn't sing the song,
Didn't know where I belong,
Image fading,
Grip losing,
OH! I WAS DREAMING!!!!!

Gazing at him through corner of my eyes,
Eyes which met not even once or twice

Life scented with Roses,Lavender,Lilies,
Sensation in stomach of twittering butterflies

My Dream came True,
Gripping hand
Walking on sand
The footprints
The song,
Just He reading in her eyes

Cupid did struck,
I missed the Luck,
Relation ended before Birth,
So Is there no Love for me on this Earth???

A Love Story,
Never "About We",
Not "About U",
Always "About Me",
Remembered "Only By Me"

and  For u *"You don't have to change a thing,

I love u just the way u are

*Song by Glenn Medeiros

P.S. Some relations can never be like footprints on sand which get lost after a wave. They are like Fingerprints, never fade, unique, made to be with us forever!

U can never make someone fall in love

Does this mean NEVER TO LOVE???

AND NAMED IT AS............

LOVE.......

Prime feeling to ignite in a mind,
An emotion not limited to mankind.......

Sowing the love seed,
Into the pure heart of a kid,
Love each one around,
It's a LIFE'S Base,Our Ground............

Power to immerse living being,
No fear of drowning.................

Small,STRONG word,
Won't break by any SWORD........
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But It Did,YES IT DID!
By SWORD of HATE.

We loved each other,
RELIGION,CASTE did not matter.

POISON of Hate,
CURSE to our LOVE,
Tried to BREAK,
We stood with FORTITUDE,
Front of MISGUIDED Attitude.

Flesh tore apart by RUTHLESS guns,
SOULS ripped by CLOSED ONES.........

(MIS)BELIEFS of Society,
An ILLUSION of "UNITY IN DIVERSITY",
CREMATED Love: Our IDENTITY.

LIGHT of LOVE,
BLOWN into SMOKE.............

(BRUTAL) FUNERAL of LOVE, of FEELINGS,
And Named It As "HONOR KILLINGS"......................

WHO IS LOOSING ITS IDENTITY???

Two Strong personality,
One of them losing its identity.........

One said: I'm omnipresent,
other answered: Its me ruling the world, u r absent..........

Becoz of me der's Justice,
Whats d use of Justice,
IF ITS DELAYED, ITS DENIED.........

I take person on a right path,
Yes, filled with treachery and thorns.........

I give calmness to mind,
With trouble, tears to mankind...........

I stay in ETERNITY,
Open your eyes, u r the one who's losing the identity :TRUTH

Its me LIE, walking hand-in-hand in this world,
Look by yourself, on every path I'm present, corruption, a person dies before justice.......WHERE R U?

TRUTH: U r dying & would be Gone,
U r going to be OBLIVION.

TRUTH struck by the REALITY,
said to itself,"AM I REALLY LOSING MY IDENTITY???"

P.S.This is one of my older post....just thought 2 re post it.......i found it  2 resemble d ongoin Bhopal Gas Tragedy Verdict........wer ppl r still struggling 4 d justice........

PLEASE LET HIM STAY..............

9 months- You nurtured me,
                 Protected me in your womb.......

I'm a part of you,
Abandoned me......HOW COULD YOU?
Where are you?
Can you hear me?
Look Where I Stand,
Where I Belong.........
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Found besides garbage forlorn,
My cry one couldn't hear,
No one to see my tear.............

How I grew up?
First step on burning hot road,
First syllable neither "MA" nor "PA"...........

My Home,
Railway platform or wide street,
Dreams under the starry sky in the scorching heat...........

I wake up,
As a STRANGER to this world,
& the world STRANGE to me..........

Eyes:Search for shelter,
        for food, for water,
& Search for MY BELOVED............

Hands: To work (LONGING TO HOLD YOUR FINGERS)
To beg,
Wipe cars on traffic signals,
Sell things in train,
Serve tea in hotels,
Making fireworks, polishing shoes..........
Isn't it great that I work?
As a Child (LABORER)

I don't want NGO's help,
Nor any benevolence............

Yes, Summers burn me,
        Rains drown me,
        Winters chill me.............

Every night,
I Pray,
Not for me,
For someone like me,
If he have breathe this polluted world,
NEVER ABANDON HIM.

If No,PLEASE LET HIM STAY............
IN THE WARMTH.........OF HIS MOTHERS WOMB.........
ONLY..........FOREVER.................



P.S.Even the Child Labors Act haven't reduced the prevalence of CHILD LABOR in our country.
though I have written this post.....somewhere I feel even m responsible for its prevalence after I purchase things sold by those children in the local trains.......HAVE DECIDED TO STOP IT!

IT'S ALWAYS ME..........

It's me,

Being a part of crowd,

Questions, "WHY THE CROWD?"

It's me,

Whose life is ruled by CLOCK,

If reached on time that's the LUCK.......

It's me,

Who stay away from VIOLENCE,

Scared of the consequence (VICIOUS CIRCLE OF LAW)........

It's me,

Who has the Biggest Right: TO VOTE,

But it's also True,

My Voice don't reach the (DEAF) ears to whom I vote.......

It's me,

Who DIE everyday,

Whether it's a POLITICAL RAGE,

or a TERRORIST CAGE.........

It's me,

Who has to SUFFER,

During  a STRIKE,

In PRICE HIKE,

Or during INFLATION,

& in RECESSION............

It's me,

Who finds happiness in SMALL THING,

Don't know what TOMORROW will BRING.........

It's me,

Who ignores MY WOUND, (IS THAT WHY I STILL SUFFER?)

Which DEEPENS each day,

& Nothing to soothe the PAIN.......

It's me,

LOST even in CROWD,

& the UNKNOWN FATE.........

IT'S ME & ALWAYS WILL BE,

" A COMMON MAN......................

AN END OF A LIFE.

No Love,
No Care,
No Forgiveness,
Vision so blur,
& AN END OF A LIFE.

Only Hatred,
Only Killing,
Only Struggle,

Vision so blur,
& AN END OF A LIFE.

Every time Shedding of Blood,
Every time Martyrs Arise,
Every time Losing A Beloved,
Vision so blur,
& AN END OF A LIFE.

Why the War?
Why the Killings?
Why the Sacrifices?
Searching for AN ANSWER........
Vision STILL so blur,
AGAIN AN END OF A LIFE.

P.S.  A Tribute and Salute to all CRPF Jawans who fought n who sacrificed their life last week fighting against Naxals........But still in search of an answer......Why each time the reports come up saying there were internal deficiencies?........Why we always wait for such battle for further development? HAVEN'T WE LEARNED FROM 26/11 ? So Vision is STILL BLUR, & EACH TIME AN END OF A LIFE.

A VOICE

"YOU", she heard someone calling her,
Frightened she searched who it was,
Couldn't see anyone

It called again,
"You, Why are you always sad?
Why do you feel so lonely?"
"I........",she said,
But it continued,
"Why are you in darkness?
Why are you so confused?
Why do you wait for love?
Why so lack of confidence?
WHY?

"STOP!", she screamed,
Silence followed,
She spoke,
"I will search for light myself,
I will take decisions,
I believe in my ability & my effort,
Loving someone is important,
if it comes back I will welcome it,
I will speak up courageously,
IT'S ME who will bring
brightness in my own life"

"YES, YOU WILL", it said,
Feeling confident, she realized
The VOICE was of her own MIND