A Nine-gated Palace

This is the time when I am enjoying the age of my growing kids the most. Sometimes I feel very happy, content, sometimes frustrated and highly irritated. But Life goes on. That’s why its said that time is eternal, limitless and without any boundaries. I have two sons, one is 9 years and little one is 4 years. And like any other mother I adore them despite all the hitches and hurdles they create in smooth running of home. They are my treasures. My younger son always inspire me to write, he is always unto something new and interesting and compel me to pen down my thoughts. Now days he is all excited to see the clock. Yes! Clock. Sounds weird. Isn't it? He screams whenever he sees a clock and become excited to see the moving seconds hand. He will ask me to give a glance to the clock. And I can’t stop myself staring him. He himself never loses the sight of seconds needle moving. Yes, I understand, at his age any moving non-living thing is an object of enthusiasm and eagerness. Bu...

Can't fight with destiny If something to happen  It will happen You can only prepare yourself To face the adversity  If no one listens Don't scream out your lungs Anyways no one is listening If no one understands Don't expect from them next time  If no one cares Don't let others sideline you At least ,  Sun will set, and again sun will rise  Moving needles of clock are eternal  Yes only time is timeless Sit and think  Stop and smile  Give and forgive  Relax and strive  The beauty lies in being slow  The beauty is enhanced when you stop from outside  But never ever stop your heart Let it fly Let it soar high in the sky.  Let it be crazy  Let it be wise But don't deny it's dream Don't deny yourself  Accept the fact and Realise it It's all yours ! You are destined for t...

A Nine-gated Palace: Happily ever after

               Greens of concrete jungle

Deep down, down the memory lane Was created a vaccuum  Months,Years and then decades pass by That vaccuum deepens More like a hollow vessel Making more sound than, When it's filled  Vaccuum's noise making his ears Deaf and senses meaningless There are n number if people around  Alas! All are strangers in their  Strangest manners,  And there is given a tap on his back He returns back To the old world trying to be  In tune with modernity  Surrounding the empty vessels  Roaming here and there  All around him  And he is choking midst the  Deafening sound created by vessels So much so he could not Hear anything now Neither he could feel anything  For anyone  And then he lived happily ever after 

28 December is a historical day in the history of Indian politics. Today a common man who travels in metro or auto rickshaw, worked 10am to 6pm, an activist and above a common Indian citizen has become CM of capital of India. This is indeed commendable and outstanding. He has taken every party by storm of surprise. Indian politics will never be same again Congress ruled the nation for about so many years, BJP tried to rule the country but could not succeed, and despite all the efforts they tried in the past. Now that their agenda has changed and they are MR Modi as clone of GOD. During 2009 Advanji tried to be the clone but their was no concrete agenda. The issues raised by them were baseless. Now MR Modi is trying to fix up an agenda, which is again becoming baseless gradually as they are diverting from the base topic of growth and development. Now they want to remove Congress party from the country. “Quit India, Congress!” The slogan itself is baseless and irrelevant. ...

Have you ever felt the smell of time? Do you remember the fragrances of vine? Past, which will never come back But will always be there with us awake Do you remember the smell of that afternoon when birds used to sing and croon Do you remember the smell of that tree under which you sat free And waited for your rickshaw puller because that day school was fun  & at the same time hectic and fuller Slowly reaching your sweet home, as it was too hot a day for  rickshaw puller  to pull it alone There were other mates also sitting in it And it smelled like a nest full of birds  chirping gloriously in the jungle of concrete And then suddenly comes a huge cloud  and embraces sun like a lover hug's and behaving himself as a smug Abruptly ambience started smelling good I was floating in the glory of cloud's hood It was a mirage & was misunderstood The sun was indeed very str...