Dance of Pain

Dance of Pain

It was a normal day in school. But something in my heart just felt wrong. My friends cracked jokes but I hardly laughed because I was feeling this constant off tune . My heart was at unrest. The car wasn’t here today to pick me up. I waited , the halls started clearing off and finally I made my way to the office and made a call to my mom.. Mom and dad had gone to the doctor for dad’s check up today. When I heard her voice.. she just seemed upset , she didn’t say much , she was distracted and nervous. She just said , “I’ll send the car now, you come to the hospital.” The car came and it made its way to the hospital, I went up to the fourth floor , expecting to enter the doctor’s office and see mom and dad waiting for the reports . I entered the room.. I saw dad on the bed , saline hanging from the holder , a needle in his right hand vein. My heart fell, I felt numb. My eyes didn’t blink. I didn’t gulp saliva , I saw mom just sitting on the other side.. with head in her hands, upset. I went over to her, she whispered.. “Papa has Liver Cirrhosis.” When I look back at it, I think it was probably the worst thing I’ve heard in my entire life. I didn’t feel anything though, just cried. We went home for lunch , I wasn’t hungry, by this time I realised I was hurt beyond words, beyond what I could comprehend. I...
The City

The City

The city with all its lights, decor, people never really looks the way it is. The city looks rather different at night. A happy and loving soul will find the calm city at night beautiful, splendid, romantic. The moon shining on the terraces and post rain streets will make him remind of his love who must be breathing the same air and looking outside her window. The city really would look that beautiful if a person will personify it as an object of beauty. But this is not about love or beauty. It is about a man who is not that fortunate. A person can never be in love for his entire life. The time when you are devoid of compassion, you see a very different world. The same city looks different, feels different. He is a common working guy struggling to write something. The clock is ticking at 1. He has the entire night to him but somehow he is unable to comfort himself with a thought. From a long time he is living alone. No family, disconnected friends, and fluctuating job. He’s offered a work to write a story for a magazine which will fetch him 50 dollars. A good but bad deal. He accepts the offer but as he sits to write he feels that how he has become so empty of thoughts, so empty of mind. He made himself a cup of black coffee. That was of no importance because from a very recent time he has been suffering of insomniac. He can’t sleep. He doesn’t dream. He just lies down and looks at the...

Love

Love is not a phase .its a feeling .its not only the two people walking hands in hands with each other or the girl with hazel eyes and flowing hair .You can feel it in every phase of your life .it is not eating your favourite chocolate or the bucket full of icecream .its the purest feeling one experiences being happy .love is when you smile at the cute puppy .smile wide that makes your cheeks hurt .love is a mother keeping a baby in her womb for nine months .love is a father working for his children.love is a bird making her baby to fly .love is the look when you get when you see the flowers .its a 2am struggle when you study .love is the poor playing in mud .love is the beautiful rain falling on the green leaves .love is the ant climbing trees after falling the hundredth .love is sleeping by your mother’s side .Love is which makes best in you .love is when you get sick at two in the night and your mother wakes up the whole night looking after you.Maybe we got so busy in acquiring extraordinary that we have forgotten this sacred word...
Life after Death- myth or reality

Life after Death- myth or reality

The basic element of living is breathing. As long as we breath we live. Once our lungs stop functioning- we are no more breathing. Therefore, we are no more living.  But truly is the case really that simple? When we humans think, work and perform so complicated things in life- how can the very basis of life be so flat? Living and then dying? According to ancient religions like Hinduism Buddhism Jainism and many other texts, facts, myths believe in Reincarnation.  Reincarnation is the philosophical concept that a living being starts a new life in a different physical body or form after each biological death. It is also called rebirth or transmigration, and is a part of the Samsara doctrine of cyclic existence.  In context to this view for instance if we believe that no, rebirth doesn’t really happens. Then we won’t be able to comfort ourselves with that.  Closely observing the society you will see many differences in the world. Nobody is equal on earth. Some are born with great talents whereas some are born with disability. Some are born to wealthy families whereas some to poor. If one is good in maths then the other is good in English. Some wishes to own great wealth whereas some retires from the world and lives as a monk. There are many such differences.  But the root of all this is death. Death is not an end. It is the beginning. Like a man having some particular quality has not acquired it in his lifetime. Then how come we find such genius in such young age. This is all about...

PAIN

As we state death to be another life, ‘Pain’ is the ultimatum to happiness. It is the fluid which pervades every corner of our body and make us stronger after every attempt it makes. It acts as a medicine to cure the illness of brain, beautify our spirit, to exude all sorrow, grief and anger to give us a joy of pleasure.   ‘Life is what we know through the pain we overcome’. The heart being the centre for emotions irks for both pain and happiness. Pain is not a penalty but the catalyst which reacts deep inside us to make us realise the adversities of life.    We, living beings tied to the hands of fortune make our lives rotate with the ropes of sorrow and joy. Pain is the part of life that divulges its secrets through the preceding...
Poetry Matters.

Poetry Matters.

Dear <all those who think Poetry does not matter>, Poetry does not require interpretation. It does not exist to impress one person or to express history. It does not exist to elevate the human spirit or dictate political opinions. It does not exist to perform a specific function at all. Poetry only exists. Those who understand that all poetry does is exists, have experienced its existence. Its existence is undeniable. For the sake of comprehension however, one may say that poetry exists to connect. It exists to connect history to the falling of a leaf, to connect the human condition to the beauty of death, to connect the economy to simplicity and subsistence and to connect politics to honesty and hypocrisy. It is a necklace made by the universe by stringing together the pearls of events, emotions, languages and most importantly the voices of thousands of poets and writers who cannot be repaid……………continued. Head over to https://onlymeandmywords.wordpress.com/2017/05/31/poetry-mankind-in-motion/ to read the rest of the article. Every poet and Poetry enthusiast should be proud of what they do.   ...