All this while ... and for What !

She protected herself from that

She had heard but she never tried

She believed that

'To try the doomed is to become an evil'

All this while 

she guarded the integrity

KEEPING IT SAFE 

by displaying animosity

Pure as anyone could be

Senile as anything could be

Escaping the stains while walking in the dark streets

She managed to remain spotless above all

But

All this while and for what

She asks herself now

She fell and fell so hard 

that scattered pieces are now hard for her to find

She sits and weeps

and continuously asks only one thing

All this while ... and for what !!

I Fail...I Pass

I try

I try hard

I fail

I get scared when I fail

But so do everybody

Winners were once losers

And that is what made them a winner

So why get scarey and be worried

I fail

You fail

They fail

We all fail

But the aftermath

The constant fear of losing

Seperated and abandoned

Scares her a lot

I will continue

Continue to fail or pass

Results will keep burdening

In the worries of the past

Hunger Games

Nature at heart
is still is that of sharing
but
Nature at stomach
is what is driven by hungriness

Given food item
only for oneself
but having others around
raises the question of sharing

Few food options for oneself
Desire to eat it all
Are some of the clustering mind thoughts

Share or not?
Question arises
Yes or No
decisive power is tested

Evil at mind
yet can't decide
Wicked in thoughts
yet can't leave people alone

Share food and wish had more
to eat and not share
is the thought that finalizes in the mind.

You ... It

You say things

You say mean things

You move forward

You move way forward

It affects her

It badly affects her

It weakens her

It weakens her will

You continue doing things

You continue to jeopardize things

You hardly care

You hardly care for her feelings

It traumatizes her

It traumatizes her soul

It pinches her

It pinches her heart

One fine day ... !

Walking on the sideways
Going towards a shop
With a wandering mind
Not in place of the stop

At times
it gets difficult
difficult to adjust with inattention
yet time has shows no affection

On the street
stands a man
behind him
stands a girl

He was talking
she was lost
he turned to look and to look away
all this time she never looked his way

Oh my god you are so beautiful
Such a serene face
and such natural beauty
he had turned to her with such gracious words

Omg, what it could beautiful
These words shook her with surprise
Not ready to accept praises like this
She moved ahead and passed him a smile

Strange how strangers appreciate the beauty
while close can't
Strange how life plays
while she can't

As a Child

As a Child

Your heart is like a clay

ready to be moulded

in any way

Things that you see

Things that you perceive

Become an urfogettable memory 

Like an Imprint for-ever

As a Child

It's not on you 

To control what happens

To control how it happens

You are simply a spectator

A spectator of what and how it happens

Some get good memories

Some get bad

Some are left without memories

Some just go mad

How you will be

A portion of it lies how your childhood has been

But wha will be the future of someone

Who's childhood was never in the scene

All it takes

Filled with anger

sitting quiet

doesn't want to talk

is the current attire

Just one word on the text

or some small talk

a word over the phone

is all it requires

All it takes

to break the silence

And all it takes

to break her anger

|| शरारत ||

कद ६ फुट 

सीना ५६ इंच

उम्र २६ साल ९५ दिन

इसको  छेड़ दूँ

उसको  छेड़ दूँ

पूरी दुनियां छेड़ दूँ  ।

आँखों में शरारत

दिल में बेचैनी

दिमाग सोच में

क्या कैसे किसको कब छेड़ू !

हर समय चलता एक विचार

किसको बनाऊ अगला शिकार

कौन है मेरा सानी यहाँ

एक ही हुआ है मुझसा यहाँ !

सबको हँसाने का है ज़िम्मा मेरा

सच बोलके या झूठ

कौन करे इसकी परवाह ।

कोई हँसता

और कोई रुठ जाता

कोशिश में इसकी

कभी कभी हू मैं  हार जाता ।

पर कोशिश नहीं छूटेगी

एक दिन ये दुनिया याद करेगी

वो जो हँसाता भी था

और साथ में मारता भी था ।

Till death do us part !

I hear your cries

Yes, I do

I see the pain and suffering

It makes me restless to see you faint like this

But I won't let you die!

I am gonna be there for you

For you have been my sole friend in this lone journey of sad life

You let me by myself

with no fear of being ignored, misjudged and ill-treated

So how can I let you die alone

You are gonna revive!

That's a promise.

Till death do us part !

रस्ता

य़ू तोह हम चले अकेले थे
राह में सहारे की सोच ना थी
तुम थाम लोगे दामन ऐसे
इसकी भी उम्मीद ना थी

थामोगे कुछ इस तरह
की फिर कुछ नही होगा तुम्हारे सिवा
ऐसा तोह हमने ख्यालों
में भी सोचने की गुस्ताखी नही की थी

राह में फिर चलते हुए
ना जाने किस मोड़ पर
तुमने हमसे अपनी मंज़िल बदल ली
सुबह की धूप ना जाने क्यू काले बादलों में बदल गयी

ठोकर लगी तोह होश आया
साथ जिसपे फक्र था, ना हमसफ़र बन पाया
फिर भी हम संभले
खुद ही अपनी मंज़िल की तलाश में चल दिये

आज़ लगता है मंज़िल करीब है
ख़ुशी की तलाश में निकले थे , ये बात का यकीन है
हमसफ़र कुछ ऐसे मिले जिनकी हॅसी कानों में ठहर गयी
ख़ुशी के मौसम से हमारी ज़िन्दगी सवर गयी  

 Smita

Flying.........!!

"What happened?",she asked.

"Nothing. I just got up and the skin just got rubbed so it's paining",he answered, rubbing the back of his leg down the knees.

"Ohhh...How can that thing pain you? You don't even know how to get up",she teased.

They both had been sitting on a raised gravel platform when he decided to get down first and stand in-front of her facing her. 

 

 

She was still giggling! 

And he made a face and gifted a swift slap on her face!

"You get down then, then you too will feel the same pain!", he said, kinda irritated with her laughter.

"Why would I experience the same thing?",she resisted,"I know how to get down, I am not a child like you", and she giggled again.

This irritated him more. 

He came to her left side and sat besides her on the platform.

She was still in teasing mood! And he was still irritated!

She said something , he replied with something!

She teased, he got irritated.

And hence came the time for revenge.

He tangled his shoe with her slippers to make it escape her foot but un-fortunately he couldn't!

"What! I knew this intention of yours hence I had made a firm grip on my chappal", she said, thinking she had won but poor girl didn't know he was not such an easy guy to accept defeat!

"What? What are you looking at?"she said in a humble voice when she noticed him looking at her from sideways, breaking the silence of few seconds that had lingered between them.

And this was enough to distract her and the devil got the chance to play his best shot! There went her chappal, a few metres away from her foot, the flying chappal!

He had finally been successful in sliding away her slippers from her feet.

Immediately her ran to collect it and just hold it high in the air, taking advantage of him being taller than her!

 

Smita

Tacky Imprints !!

Sob Sob.

"Why Aniket? Why?", teacher asked furiously.

"Why did you hit Rahul?", but came no reply. 

She dismissed both of them from the class for that hour.

( Next day )

Sob Sob.

"Mam, he again bullied me.", Rahul said crying.

"Aniket", teacher shouted at top of her voice.

"I warned you yesterday not to repeat this again na?", and she tried threatening him not to do that again.

They both were again dismissed for the hour.

( Next Day )

"Aniket!!!!", even today Rahul complained being beaten by him.

"Why do you have to hit Rahul everyday? How many times do I have to tell you not to do that? This is too much now."

The teacher was in a fix now what to do. It was becoming a daily nuisance for her now. Everyday she warned them both but one could clearly see that it had no impact.

She was unable to make out the reason for such beatings between both of them. As they literally had no issue of rift between them for such violence to take place daily.

Transfixed, she ordered Aniket,"Alright, ask your Father to meet me tomorrow during school hours positively".

She had thought that this might be enough to surface some fear on his face but the person who did get scared off was Rahul and not Aniket.

Today even he stood there, cool and calm, listening to the scoldings of the teacher .

( Next Day )

( In the Staff Room )

"Good Afternoon Madam.", said a husky voice.

The teacher looked up from the copies she was correcting to see Aniket's Father standing along with him.

"Yea, Sir. Please have a seat. The reason I called you for is, your son has a daily activity which is really annoying".

"Everyday in the recess time, he has to slap Rahul. Sir, I want you to ask your son the reason for such violent act as I have already tried my best to discover the reason but have always failed."

"I can't let this happen anymore because his parents are complaining to me every then and now to take serious actions against your son, so if please you could make him understand that whatever he is doing is just not done.", teacher completed the whole drama story in one go.

"Why did you slap Rahul?", now the interrogator was his Father, so keeping quiet seemed to be a bad idea.

He tried answering but words just won't come out.

"Answer me, why did you hit Rahul ?", this time a more threatening voice was heard in the staff room.

For a moment even the teacher got scared, but then came the reply.

"I love to see the imprints of all my fingers on his face after slapping him", came the innocent reply.

Smita 

The Wait..

"Hmm, I know. Even lately Rajesh has been rude to me", said the guy wearing pink shirt.
The one sitting next to him agreed on his point.
It was 11 in the morning and these two guys were returning from their night shifts and before going back to their respective dwellings, they had made the choice of enjoying a cup of coffee along with some hot corporate conspiracies and office gup-shups . So could be well seen from their unman-aged formal clothes and their unkept hair.

"And did you look at that bitch Neha!", said the blue shirt guy.
"Man, yeah. What kind of a girl she is! Totally a shame on the female community!", said the pink shirt guy.
And they both laughed.
"Sshhh..This guy sitting next to you is listening to all what we are talking about", he said and blue shirt guy turned to look who was sitting next to him.
The scene was, in a mall, near the cafeteria, on one bench of three, were sitting these three guys. Pink shirt guy on one end, with blue shirt guy sitting in the middle and this young guy on the other end.
Now this guy seemed to be much younger than these two guys. He was in his cool T-shirt and jeans but was sitting there a bit dull. Hence he might have turned towards these two people just to listen to their talks for a  futile time-pass.
But those two guys were a bit surprised as to why would a guy like him sit at such an early hour and listen to their talks while he could go out and enjoy. It seemed as if he had nothing else much interesting to do but to sit and hear those two people out!

"Oh, come-on! Let it be na! He doesn't know either of us and also he has no idea as to about all whom we are talking ", and they both laughed.
This young guy was still listening to them.
His one hand was in his lap and the other was giving a support to his head while his eyes and ears were busy listening to those guys! It seemed as if that small baby was instructed by his mother to sit there and listen to those people and there he was,obeying his mother like an obedient child!

This continued for some 15-20 minutes and then she came.
"Okay, Shall we proceed?", said the girl approaching this guy.
"Oh, yeah. Let's go",he said lifting himself, happily, from the bench.
And they both left! And he seemed happy the moment she came.
As The wait, was finally over!

Silence

She was busy working in the kitchen.Preparing lunch and breakfast.
It was almost eight o’clock and Neha had to leave at 8:30.

She was having an exam today hence was not giving her mother a helping hand in the daily morning chores.

Neha was busy mumbling the formulas and concepts in her room when she heard her mother’s voice.

“Come downstairs and pack your lunch“,her mother shouted.

"Coming “,Neha replied back. 

In a minute Neha was standing besides her mother.Cutting apple into slices for the breakfast,still mumbling the formulas and concepts.

“Okay, now here’s milk and bread.Make yourself a cup of coffee and a pair of bread-butter.Then you can go.”  She had an exam in an hour! In an hour! And it ain’t was some school level exam! An engineering level exam.But Neha have always been a good daughter,an obeying all the order girl .

She took it as a pleasure to assist her mother in household work which is usually not the case for any of today’s age girl.She took this work too with a pleasure even though she had an exam.

“Okay.I am done.I am leaving“,Neha said,picking up the cup and the plate of bread-butter.She had made herself a cup of coffee along with a pair of bread-butter,with butter applied on simple plain bread.

Why are you eating plain bread?Why didn’t you make a toast?“,her mother inquired.According to her mother, bread eaten in raw form was not a very healthy idea.Hence she always used to insist on eating a toasted bread or an oven-ed bread. 

Neha answered,in a low voice as she knew the reason was enough to make a spark for a fight between her and her mother early morning.

“I have to study.I will eat plain bread only today”,she made it simple,not to include any repulsive words to attract any argument.

“Why don’t you say that you like plain bread that’s why you are having it”.

“No mother.It’s not that.I hate plain bread.I love toasted bread.I love it especially with butter.But I love it because you always make me that.And today I am not having it because you didn’t make it for me.”,she wanted to say.But she kept quiet.

Quiet because her mother had a rough start in the morning with her father on some issue and she just didn’t want to annoy her mother anymore herself.Hence she decided to leave in Silence !

Smita 

I believe in Anna but I am not Anna !

    The thirteen day long fast of Kisan Baburao Hazare aka Anna Hazare has been a much debated lately on news channels, in news papers, in youth clubs and in every commoner drawing room. The fast was for Jan Lokpal Bill to be taken into consideration by Indian Government.

Okay now coming to the central point of this post. I believe in Anna but I am not Anna. I belive in his ideologies and principles. I  believe we Indians are solely responsible for all the corruption we are facing today. The corrupt bureaucrats have risen amongst us. The common man is responsible for proviking the much hated act of bribe. But this was done when we reached a threshold where we had no other choice but to bribe and be bribed.

Anna brought the whole nation under one notion, Remove Corruption. But I don't agree with his fast way to make Government agree to his demands. Okay I am not too much into politics but at-least I know what's going on in there. What was the need for him to fast for 13 long days? He's 74 years old and his life could have been in danger if the fast would have been on for several more days. There are other ways of protesting. Mob can gather peacefully outside minister's houses, they can put RTI to it's best use asking whereabouts's of development money, Candle lit marches could have been organized nation wide, a healthy debate could have been established between the People and the Government. But fasting! I don't see any Gandhian fellowship in that.

I might be wrong in my perception but it was really painful to see an old man sitting and fasting for us all .

Anna ji, we need people like you to remind Indians that they are born in a country that gave birth to people like रजा हरीश चन्द, शहीद भगत सिंह, नेताजी सुभाष चन्द्र बोस, महात्मा गाँधी and you !

Jai Hind
Smita

आज फिर

आज फिर  ये होंठ  मुस्कुराएं  है ,

आज फिर दिल में एक चाहता जागी है  |

आज फिर दुनिया हसीं लग रही है ,

आज फिर जीने की तमन्ना जागी है |

आज फिर  सब अपने लगते हैं,

आज फिर  सारे  दुःख पराये हैं  |

आज फिर  ये शीश झुकता है ,

आज फिर इस्वर पर सजदा,

ये  सारी दुनिया हमारी है  |

 

 

Sign Misunderstood

“What do you want?”,she asked,sounding a bit irritated.

“You”,came the reply.

“That doesn’t gonna change what has happened between us”.

“Then tell me what I can do to change it”,he wanted her back,desperately now.

This was all she had been waiting to hear. She wanted to scream out her love for him

.Her heart pounded,skipped a beat and finally she gathered courage to speak,but words just won’t come.

He took it as a sign of her losing faith in his love.A sign misunderstood .

“I know I have been a jerk in your life. I have the capacity to hurt you and this is what made me run away from you.But trust me, every single second that I breathe,I remember you.”

She knew this all.She knew he loved her but just won’t admit and express it,a hard to understand soul he always has been.

“But trust me, this time I won’t leave you.Never ever. Just trust me and come back to me.I really really Love you.Please forgive me for all the past things that I have done to hurt and humiliate you.I am sorry”,he said sounding low now.

She had been waiting for this day and this very moment since the day they broke up.And now that all this was happening in real,she just couldn’t control her tears from showing up in her eyes.

But he thought she didn’t want him back again.He thought she was engaged with someone else.He took it as a sign telling him to back off as she had already moved on in life with some else.

He interpreted it as a sign that she wasn’t in love with him anymore and just didn’t want him back.But this was surely , a sign misunderstood.

She was crying.Dreams striking reality made her cry.

“Okay, I understand.I have no right to ask forgiveness for all the past deeds and obviously no right to ask for you and your love again.I am sorry that I called”,he hung up on her.

She stood dumbstruck.With the cell phone in her hands and frozen to death.She just lost what she thought was hers for life.Her silence was misinterpreted. But she couldn’t help correcting the sign misunderstood because the call log said the call was made by unknown caller,a Skype call with no number to dial back.

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CONSEQUENCES

       They entered the hotel room, Her heart pounded. Tarun was taking care of everything, like always, from getting the room under alias name to protecting her from vulture eyes of the staff. This wasn't the way either of them had imagined it to be, but the motion of being one, subdued all the fears.
       Holding her from behind, he whispered ,"I don't know what am doing",and he turned her ,"But I can't bear this sulky distance anymore" 

       His fingers scrolled down, from forehead to lips, from shoulders to arms, making peculiar notes about her beauty.Tiny rain droplets were still visible on her face as the dew droplets on a flowers petals on a foggy morning. Water dropping, drop by drop, from her long black hair. With Wet clothes clinged to her perfect body, eyes down with excited fear, lips sealed with terror and a numb body, she gave herself up to him, thinking it as the only way to make him love her, more than he loved Nausheen.

       She had to succumb and present herself to gain his love. A relationship with such an inception,she knew, will surely have consequences. 

                                                        ***************************

 "God ! Stop crying,am working", Muthu shouted.
"You never have time for me. I am just a maid, to take care of your home &  kids.",she said.
"Yes damn, now that you know this, leave me alone",he shouted , not even once looking at the lady crying her eyes out.
"You love ruining people's life with your empty egoistic attitude towards everybody, especially me and my daughter.", she grumbled.
"You love fighting and creating scenes in-front of everyone." Auraya continued crying."You are a devil in a humans' skin"
This made him furious. He rushed to hit her! Slapped her,tried choking her to death but eventually, her time to leave the world, hadn't yet come.

Pulling them apart, Neha shouted,"Stopped, will you"
Auraya cried,"You got to leave this house Neha,if you want a life for yourself. This man will only kill you"
Neha didn't know what to do.She turned towards him and said, "Maybe you are out of your mind and senses but surely you will have to face the consequences"

                                                           ****************************

 "Why are you doing this to me?",She kept asking but he felt no obligation to reply.
"Are you even listening?", she started crying.
"I love you. Talk to me, Tell me what wrong I have done. Tell me how can I fix this? Please talk to me.Don't put an end to everything like this"
She tried her best to make him talk, but he was just lost in his own world.She continued grumbling her love for him when finally he spoke.
"I met my ex-girlfriend yesterday",he said,with a blank expression on his face.
Stunned and Shocked to death, she sat there, watching his lips move.
"I still have feelings for her , my heart craves to be with her and restricts me from loving you",he said.
"I don't want to be with you like this", he got up from the bench, to leave. She started crying.
"This can't be true. You have nothing in you for her. It's a lie. You can't leave me like this".
He turned and said,"It is, but the truth and if you can accept me like this, then... you must know, me being torn between two of you, might have consequences"         

                                                             ***************************

    

"Hello"
"Mr Muthu Kumar we need you to come with your wife quickly at your daughter's place",said inspector Samuel, coming out of the building.A large crowd had gathered outside the building.
"That girl is dead",said a voice.
"Oh, that loner", joined in another voice.
"Yeah, she hanged herself last night".
"Poor soul. She never had much visitors. Nor did she had a social circle to mix up with.",said a concerned voice.
"Kindly Clear up the premises",an announcement was made.
"You are barring the police investigation".
"Did you see somebody leave flat A-12 last night?",the inspector inquired the gatekeeper. Hearing the flat number, a guy rushed towards the building.
"I am her boyfriend.I need to see her",he said barging into the room where her body was lying.
"I am sorry. But she is dead now.She left a note but".
The note read : "I had enough failures at the hands of life accompanied with the agony to see my parents splitting and my love failing me, this new life in me, won't bear their consequences!"
Putting his spinning head on the table, he cried,"My girl was pregnant"

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Words spilled :767
Smita

Is Life Always Worth Living?

     Neither am I sadist nor a depressed soul to come up with such a weird topic to write on!
 I too want to be happy, wish to narrate about the happy times I have always imagine to have and to come up with the the Hollywood movies ending titles -live happily ever after but I don't know why I always end up in everlasting tears, unbearable pain and unforgettable dreading memories.I have tried a lot investigate the reason behind such a miserable condition of my life but have been a sore loser all the times but I won't sit still until and unless I find the reason for the flaws,my smile possess,misery,my life and destiny is into and the unlucky allure ,attracting me into precarious situations,I fall into,knowingly or unknowingly !

   Life is like a road ,sometimes smooth sometimes rough.To assume it will always run according to our wishes, is simply foolishness but to lose all hopes for it to at-least mold according to our desires is being more foolish.Life ain't rocket's science either.Every coin has two faces,both being so indifferent yet constituting up the identity of the coin and so is with life.If it's showing you its bare fangs today then one should wait for the cosy hug that is sure to follow.you just got to be patient for the right moment to come.Life without a purpose is a journey without a destination.With no aim in life,no boundaries to mention your needs,no limitations on your desires and no parameter for your gratification, one can never be happy.

       Sometimes in life the degree of hardships extend to the effect that everything seems to be coming to an end.Hopes,wishes,faith and even desire to live decays.The pitiful and only condition of living this life is, no matter what you face,you got to face it all.Troubles don't knock seeking your society status or your mental status,they just strike.Welcome them with a smile or depression ,is your choice.At times the whole concept of living,doing things even smiling seems to be futile but the truth doesn't goes like that my friend.Life may seem to be the painful experience but with pain comes relief and hope.Hope to live life in a much better way,be happy by doing good to others,peace by appreciating others qualities.It's just a matter of interpreting things from a optimistic perspective.pessism - optism, negativity - positivity, darkness - brightness etc are some antonym pairs which start with negative words but end with positive words.

         Life has been the greatest virtue ever known to human race, the greatest gift by God which comes in so many colorful packages, yet all that we see,are the gray shades, it holds! But the question is WHY? 

Why we humans leave no stone unturned to corrupt God's Angelic plans, and ourselves fall, knowingly all the time, into the pit of self pity, yet blame God, destiny, circumstances for all the frightful happenings in our lives.A student fails a test, blame goes on God, boy breaks up with a girl, God is questioned, failure in business or job, God is held responsible, why?Until when are we going to simply escape the truth, the truth that we, ourselves are solely responsible for whatsoever happens with us.Destiny do plays a role, in certain way but the major part is only and always because of our own past deeds or future planned actions.Putting blame on others won't do anything but simply introduce agony, depression and emptiness in life.Who is it that we are fooling by doing so? Who? None but us, our self! God helps those who help themselves, old but very true.So why not help our own-selves? Why be shy or ignorant of it? Help is always available to those who ask , but have to be careful what you ask for.Asking for things which you are yet not mature enough to receive or capable of attaining is something which only lead you to the grey shades of life.

    Ever thought how human race came into existence? How God came upon with an idea to create man and woman and initiate the whole life cycle? Well yes, it's too complicated to search every basic detail because Google still has certain questions yet to be answered but ever thought how we get a new day everyday and as to who has the control of all the living and non living matter known to us.Sometimes the existence of some superpower is too prominent to neglect but do we science geeks believe all that that fails to make an inverted image on our retina? Do we? Then why not believe in the Supreme Power's existence? I am not touting any religion or God but to taste the real ultimate peace of mind, one should learn to move on from the hollow materialistic things of the world.

     We all wish to be happy but one cannot be happy all the time! Even the thought of being happy every moment induces a sense of unhappiness in our mind.But what actually is the element for happiness? Money ? Love? Power? Fame? Beauty? What..? What is it that takes someone to smile.A real smile, excluding any sadness involved in any deep dark corner of the palpating heart! Many spend their whole life searching for the real thing but many acclaim to achieve it, surprisingly, at a very timid stage of life.Many cases of suicide are reported daily.Talking on moral basis, if you can't give anything, don't even expect to get anything and if you can't help out with the way you have made your life then you have no right to take it either! Because your life isn't only yours..it belongs to the people who gave you your life,your parents, it belongs to the people who make your life, your siblings, friends, strangers etc.So don't ever think of snatching the beautiful life given by others to you from them or God will never forgive you !

           Some people have all the world's comforts yet they complain to be unhappy and claim to be depressed! Is it because till now no one has been able to invent a machine that measures the degree for your pain, anguish and happiness? People allow themselves the luxury of being mad when they are in a position to do so !When one can be happy then why not be it?

    God loves us.Yes he does.We say he gives us troubles but why don't we see the solutions he provides with them?Why only the darker side of the story is most strikingly noticed and the subtle part passes away like an impasse.Spirituality may be sought as one solution for seeking inner minds peace.Having an ideal or idol, to worship infuses divine love in life.God created us and hence he helps us in our very own existence too.All we need is to trust him.Trust in his divine powers, thank him for all the kindness shown and gratitude pondered upon.Why human becomes so adamant that he refuses to believe in someone above him, above the world,above all.Why? Why can't we peacefully follow some orders which we know are for own benefit.God loves us and we should reciprocate his love too.

        To sum up, happiness requires worlds most basic and very easily available ingredients.Find someone with whom you can share your thoughts, your troubles, your happiness and your own self.Find someone whom you can count upon, irrespective of the period going in your life, happy or sad.Try making someone happy,helping someone, calming one's worries, being besides someone at hard times and happiness will come to you.Laughter is the best medicine.Live, Laugh,  make your surroundings and world a better place to live in.Troubles won't leave but at-least facing them with a smile would lessen their pain .Life is definitely a thing to rejoice, a thing to live with dignity and make the people realize this too.Hence I have found the answer,

                               "Life is certainly worth living"

I Can't Speak .

 I still miss you

your adorable pearl like eyes

Staring at me.

I still miss you,

your serene smile,

Making up my every violet day.

I wish you were here with me today

But I can’t make my parents understand this

Not because that they won't listen to

But because

I Can’t Speak.

           

I still miss you,

You lying on the bed besides me

I still miss you,

Your actions completing my day

I miss you more and more everyday

But I can't make my friends understand this

Not because they won't understand

but because

I Can't Speak.

I still miss
the velvety touch of your hands
Me kissing you,
And you relishing it .
The cozy warmth
of taking you in my arms.
Immense  joy in feeding ,                    
 All that you want.
Dressing you up                                
Like a precious jewel of my life.
I am now simply

Thinking about you all the time.  

But I can’t make
anyone in this world see my agony
not because
that they cant
feel,see,                                          
sense or understand it
but because
I Can’t Speak..

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