child

At such age

Crime of parents or destiny of her own;

she was alone, at such a tender age.

Mother divine, people says;

out of love and care, moms are made.

She doesn’t remember her face or touch.

Damned freedom, that her mother boasted.

For her love, she broke her heart.

Father is what a daughter is proud of.

Someone a child much likely, admire of.

Such a poor soul, I disclaim.

Whose father left, his own life to claim.

Another daughter, another family,

“She was nothing!”, her father would blame!

Tiny fingers, she could hold toys,

At such stage, she learnt switching stoves.

A dull frock, with left out clothes.Her aunt would stitch a birthday gown.

She cared not for, how it was made?As full day ,she will adore that dress.

Such an early age, It’s gloomy, to say “Aye!”, always.

Tears rolling, down her cheeks;wiping which she will end her day.

Every time I visit that place.

She will hug: me and toys.

She will be with me: for days and night;

listening stories, tales i can tell.

In this deep dark, soundless night,

There may be questions, much to cause noise.

Who is at fault, whose mistake?

Who will be the jury and who at stake?

For such a tiny plant, who will grow shade?

who will nourish, who will love this plant?

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Who says money can’t give…

Who says money can’t give you happiness,

It brings you bread your stomach has been craving, for days without food.

It gives you that shiny ribbon held dress, you have been staring at that shop you pass daily.

That smile when you receive money, by asking friend to pay your mothers emergency medic fee.

A beggar to rich, each.

A professor to philosopher every.

need, greed; ask, steal;

for money, they kill

When born,

You needed, for survival.

And when you die,

you need it for burial.

Who says money can’t give …

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Where there is a will, there is a way

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We are running before time, so instead of analysing and staring problem direct in the eye, we want automatic solution, quote is one of such method.

What is quote?

According to Wikipedia : “A quotation is the repetition of a sentence, phrase, or passage from speech or text that someone has said or writte“.

now why do we need someone else’s saying?

Because we want to learn from their experiences,isn’t it?

It’s human nature to look up to other. Well there is Quote, that does miracles, and when I say, I mean it.

Here it is…

Many of us might have watched, Will Smith starrer movie: ‘ pursuit of happiness’. Here the main character achieves his dreams, by his will power.

You would say it’s a movie! Fine, Have you heard about Michael Jackson, the legendary;or Bruce Lee? What would you say now?

i accept they worked hard, but do you think you can do it without will power? Damn No!

Will power is the coal inside a person, that resists fire turning off!

It’s a very powerful weapon, whose possessor can get whatever he desires(should be for mankind, of course!)

However one must know, just having will power is not enough, you need to be determinant to find your way.

You must :Be Willing To Will.

“Empires built and destroyed,

Napolean to king Suleiman;

Discovery of fire to firing battleground.

For they became the ‘ Heroes of Man’;

Who sang this anthem song:

Where there is a will, there is a way

…”.

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Lessen you’ thinketh

The more you think, the worse.

As thoughts are contradictory, self and others.

Uncombined twisted meaning of conventional wisdom.

Paradoxical events binds together, in an event of cognitive dissonance.

Has been less complicated in approach; Plato has not been melted into simplicity.

Greek philosophers to Indian ancient hymns: Large canonical texts, looks impressed.

Wonder it’s been, to decode:

Thoughts, it’s origin, processed, divided.

To me, to others and to this overlapping structure of society.

This ‘thought’, has robes to change.

Rightly been said:

The less you think, the better.

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My Ex- parents’ house

They say I don’t belong here.
I was daughter ‘their’s’ once.

Of this family, by blood, by love.
I grew up, they married me off!

No longer, situation is same.

“I am married”, ” I am someone else’s “.
“I don’t have the say”, ” I can’t nay! “.

Once ‘my room’, is no more, mine.

This land: I planted tree, I trimmed these grasses, now flowered, with dozen fruits.

This balcony,
I cried,in pain; I danced, in rain.

This dine:
I cooked with love, of love, for the love.

So different things have grown.

I look through window; not come inside.

I am a stranger, a passing by.

This structure of wood and bricks,
People said, ‘house’; I ‘home’.

What should I plate it now:
“My ‘ex’ parents house”.

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Mother, O Mother!

Mother, o mother!
Why work thee, day and night;
without sleep!
Why thy rest not, in sick or plight!
Why father blames you, for what you done not!
Mother, o mother!

Why hide thou tears, from others!
Why thee not complain your bothers!
Why not shout at brother, who grins and shouts; no matter, where!
Mother, o mother!

Why not aunt, washes her clothes!
Why not grandmother, does her chores!
I feel thou victim, thee not realised,
Or is it because, thou are a ‘mother’!
Mother, o mother!

I put a complain,who made my mother! Who gives love, never receives!
I dare challenge, who shames my mother! Who saves each, never gets saved. Mother, o mother!

Look at thee, thou are the queen, an empire can be built; a kingdom destroyed, Do you know not; The power thy have.

Mother, o ‘dear mother!’

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Gone Love

Back then; decision I made,
dire were circumstances;
Blurred were Indications.
Has been not this sociological concepts came into practice;
You might not have been gone.
The horrendous battle between, the two beloved.
Worse were to choose, worst to let one go.
Who was ashamed, whom one insulted,
A question, just; both disappointed.
Now, that i see you, happy and peaceful;
Maybe,
Worthy thou decided, worthy thee decision.
Of all those chaos,
I quest:
Who at win, who at loss.

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Justifying your character

Life is amazing, isn’t it,
It has its own beats and drums.
Neither too straight, nor full of curves;
It’s a combo of both, with unequal amount.
The time when are at the top of sky, somehow we fall to the ground;
And when, we are at the bottom of our verge it’s gives us a sudden kick.
We spend long sleepless nights, just to wonder, what’s happening with us.
And sometimes we ask the astrologists to just predict for us,
But it doesn’t matter, we are never ready to welcome our life as it is.
Predicting is just another way to manipulate the reality, in our own bases.
Human existence along with others have been based on life, yet most of us, sometimes, just decide to quit.
What a wastage of the creator, if any; his time and wine.
Yet, no matter what one applies, this science of life is beyond common sense.
Sometimes it’s about pain and joy; sometimes it’s about mirth and coy.
Aren’t we in love with movies and drama of our favorite actors,

Can we imagine, if the life is same, then it’s a question; are we justifying with character we have got!

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He didn’t repeat

Learn

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May, I Get A Bigger Hit!

Yes,
I adorn clothes their;
torn and worn.
I fill my stomach, leftover;
bitter and wetter.
I have messy hair,cheesy attire;
Dirt hooked up; crime booked up.

Now here;then there. Searching identity;
everywhere.
Sometimes beaten, sometimes chased.
Running away, where to stay?

Sky is my shelter, bare ground my bed.
When you cry, I mourn;
when you laugh, I sigh!

Watching you, observing you; I grew up. Saving self, working help; I grew up.

Dare I choose; If ever I could; Complain, compare.

“This justice, unconditional, worth, not to share”.

Yes, I am; nowhere near. Being like you, not in my list. I am in hurry; I am hungry. With a wish;

” May, I get a Bigger Hit! “

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let thy heart decide…

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