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THE HEAVY RING (Part 1)

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It was 7:30am in morning, I just woke up for my school, went to washroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I walked towards my wardrobe and started looking for my uniform that we have to wear on Thursdays. I couldn’t find it, so I called my mother. My mother, Mrs.Ridhi kapoor, is 42 years old and a house-maker, an amazing mother and OBIDIENT wife. She is thin, fair and 24/7 busy working at home, and wears sari. In short, she is perfect thing on earth with life time guarantee.  As soon as she enters, and bends over to look for my uniform I saw bruises on her back. “Mom, What are these bruises mark on your back!? “Nothing, I just hit the dining table yesterday, that’s it.” “Do not lie to me!” “Shut up! I found your uniform, get ready, you are getting late.” I had an idea what could it be, but questioning my mom is sometimes more harder than chasing a hen and I never had a good conversation with my dad, to talk to him about this. My dad, Major Amit kapoor,

That is MY BABY...

The moment one would have seen this heading, one would have thought – well the writer is probably going to tell us about some baby, some would predict may be it is about baby of underprivileged one in our country, but to everyone’s surprise this article talks about the baby of an artist. Many among us would be wondering who baby of the artist? The simple answer for this is, no one would have thought, for every artist his baby is the work that he produces. For example articles for writers, story for editors, painting for the painters, songs for the lyricist and so on. Every piece of art that they produce is a new born baby for them. When it’s about a human baby, we compare our babies with other babies to check what is that they have and we don’t and vice-versa. It is always very easy to find flaw with other babies but hard to digest if it’s our baby who is been criticized or punished. Same happens with artists, every artist compares their work with the other to know what he/she is

BROKEN

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I never realized I was walking this road alone never knew that it was just me now, and you were gone way back, you promised to me that you will never go away now all that I have with me is pain and despair. Never knew I was alone, in word like "we" never knew that you were unable to see that I was dreaming of future together and hope to love, be loved forever. So speechless I was when you said "I am sorry" I went back to times when you said " I am with you, don't worry" were those words just a phrase for you? I never got what went wrong between me and you.. Now I am so broken, with all my dreams dead left with no tears, in me, to shed someday if we cross our way please let me know though I loved you so much, what made you go?. Photo Courtesy - Google

CIVILIZATION V/S NATURE

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Monsoon is a season which is loved by some and some crib about it not because it’s bad, but because of the after effects that it comes with. One of the most relevant after-effects of the rain is water-logging. Rain also brings with it freshness in the nature. Flowers, trees etc seems as if they had a bath like us and now all cleansed without any dirt on their leafs. Nature offers so much to us. All that we need, to live a healthy and comfortable life comes from nature. But question yourself how much actually we respect nature’s giving and give her back something worth? We now hardly get to see a road or a colony that has beautiful greenery around, all we see is GREY FOREST i.e. an area or city or even a street is just surrounded with huge buildings and roads to travel on. We all are left with only one motive in life, which is to gain all the materialistic things that can get us fame and name in the world. We all are running in same direction, ignoring what we are doing to the thi

FEELING YOUNG

Everyone says behave like a grown up But for me they are so screwed up. They can’t express freely Nor they love smiling a lot They just run after money And wish they have some jackpot. For them being emotional is stupid But for me it is being human For them being practical is way of living But for it is a way of escapism. They call themselves mature But even about relationship, they aren’t sure. They call me a kid, not realizing A kid is free to do everything. Why every grown up have such a thought That their childhood and kid in them has just gone, Why they fail to understand Kid is in your heart and mind If you want you can set yourself free And feel how being a kid feels to be. You will realize being kid is real fun All the frustration that you might have being a grownup, has gone Even now I love being a kid and I have never felt weird in feeling young. 

Reshma - A Prostitute (PART 2)

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Somewhere Reshma was broken after knowing that he was married because she started weaving dreams of a better future for herself and also for a family. She felt shattered and broken. Next day she took off from the work for the first time and also she was granted as she never asked for even one leave since she joined this service. That day she sat in corner of her room. Her room, which consist of nothing but a wooden bed with one broken leg, curtains with holes in every corner, a local make-up kit, cat’s shit all over the place, bidi’s that she smoked every day and couple of packets if she is sad or angry and spider webs in corner of the walls, that she cleaned only when she felt the house is too messy for her. She sat in corner of her room, thinking of what has actually happened last night. Her cat was a good listener for her, so she always narrated her daily life’s happening to her for sure. No matter where Reshma was as soon as she gets back to her place, she makes sure to hav

Na rukhungi me na thamungi me

Rukhgyi me tham gayi Hairaan Khudko kr gyi  Anyay Kaise sehgyi Me kyu rukhgyi kyu thamgyi Kya rok paya h hawa kbhi  Udaan kisi parindey ki Kaise rok paoge tum Kaho  Zubaan kisi shaksh ki Ajeeb ho tum agar chup hokr sehgyi Hairan khudko krgyi Anyaay kaise sehgyi Kya hua h anth kbhi sachai ka burai pe Socho Kya Hota hashn agar darrjaate ram ravan se Hamesha hue jeet duniya me sacchaai ki hai Fir me kyu rukhgyi kyu thammgyi Jab mere hosle buland h  akhir Aisa Kya un logo ki nazro me h Jo me dar Gyi , seham gyi jb sacchai meri kan kan me h  Sochti hu Khud k baare me toh ye yaad Aata h  Mujko nhi kehne ko, par sehne ko bas paala h  Kyu jeeyu me abhi pichde zamane ki soch me Udna chahu me b, jab meri hadd aasmano tak h Hoga Ab Jo kuch galat toh uske khilaaf me jaungi  Kr sakungi Jo b Hoga Aur krungi Jo krunpaungi Ab raaha chunli h Jo mene peeche na me bhagungii Ab krungi bas mein bas wahi Jo krna me chahungi Chahe roke aasman
a bird in cage of circus .... let me fly into the sky let me feel , the feel to be free let me breath the fresh air outside this cage is nt where i m meant to be i am meant to fly high , to achieve whatever i wish fr dis cage is just killing me inside n its seems tht i will never reach my goals my hopes r dying slowly to be out of dis cage may b i will end my life , being a prisoner in dis cage  i get jealous  of birds flying in the sky bt happy tht they rnt living the kind of life i have i dnt hav the strength anymore to try to b out of dis trap around me my wings seem to b paralyzed with the hopes u have on me ur kids ur wife ur audience look at me with so please bt i hav been away since so many years frm the happiness tht belonged to me my life is been ruined by the person who owns me bt they dnt understand the pain i have gone thru vd my life seems to be sparkling frm outside n many wnts to be me bt they dnt knw hw it feels like to live ur life the

STOP ME IF YOU CAN

STOP ME IF YOU CAN I took one step out of my place I could feel and smell of not being safe Every person looked like a dog That just wants to bite you off Every eye was just starring No one is there who was caring Never even once anyone stood by me When I was surrounded with people so mean No peace, no silence there was Where my own soul seemed too lost Finding out a place which is safe Seemed as if it is just a luck case I was broken and shattered so much Cried on myself and my luck Called everyone whom I could No one helped me even when they should Then I realized how wrong I was Trusting people was just my loss All these high-class are just shallow Showy from outside but inside totally hollow Then I thought it’s me on my own Suddenly all my fears were gone That’s when I realized all my power As if it was a blooming flower I learned it was so wrong thought That a women is weak and she just can’t Fight like a man in real life

Don’t know what he wants......

Don’t know what he wants....... I slept with tears rolling down my cheeks, I felt pain in heart so deep, He don't care he don't give it a damn, He said me to get lost, but does he know that i can’t? The words he said to me still going in my mind, Never expected him to be like that, From last ni8 i feel so sad Does that make him feel even a bit bad? I wonder why he claims me to be selfish He wants me to throw out from his life like a spoiled dish Do i worth this tears, do i worth this pain He thinks coming into my life and moving out with no valid reasons is game Sometimes i think that it’s my fault because i gave him that ri8 I trusted him so much n what he did is make me cry It’s so hard to make him understand my views but i still tried But now he is someone who don't get my any word, which helped my tears not to get dry I can’t do it anymore, Nothing seems like before, I don’t know what he wishes for, But i want relief from

NEW WORLD

dealing with new things, new people was never so fun till now. just started knowing people around who seems to be like a book with beautiful cover page, now let see how does the book turns out to be!