Tag Archives: village

bloganuary, confidence, failure, fairytale, happy, hardwork, home, house,, human, India, life, love, mother, motivation, self, story telling, sucess

A road trip I would love to take…


Re – path

I always wondered, what would be I doing, if I have the luxury to do anything!

And answer was, ” I want to travel a lot, visit lots of places, take pictures and showing off on insta, for sure! “

But if there were only one choice… Only one road trip, then I would love to…

RE PATH

Reversing my journey to all those places I have been. My birth place, I never visited since born, as my father had temporary job:here and there.

My sweet Grandma’s house, I hold adorable memories. After my father lost his job I spent enough time with granny, visiting her field, temples, making friends in villages, and bunking schools.

My first love, I remember crying hours, when I learnt, he loved my classmate, I was in standard three.

My Dream factory, where I begin to aspire big, read good books, study better, be a better person… Uncountable!

Those minutes of failure, losing self- believe; that cost me tonnes, in future.

Reminiscing first: cycling,dancing falling; I can write many books on it!

Oh man! I feel nothing is worth comparing: visiting my own journey.

Every person, thing, has its own existence; that one strives for, long for.

I always used to compare myself with others; however now, I believe each of us are unique: with our own Road Trips to travel for, and write about.

Standard
battle, Bihar, bird, child, confidence, crown, culture, ego, factory life, failure, family, foodgrains, government,, happy, hardwork, heartbreak, home, house,, human, humanity, India, life, love, mother, motivation, new year, christmas, 2022,2021,celebration, philosophy, thoughts, greek, poem, poverty,, relax, sad, science, self, story telling, sucess, sun, flowers, positive vibes, tradition, triste

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.

Standard
confidence, culture, failure, family, happy, hardwork, heartbreak, home, house,, human, humanity, India, life, love, motivation, poem, poverty,, relax, sad, story telling

New year’s Eve-il


Markets are crowded, stores decorated.
People: wearing nice clothes; seems in a hurry.


She wondered, “why?”



They say, “it’s new year eve! “.



” What’s that?”, she questioned?



“It’s celebrating togetherness, prosperity, love! “, They replied.



“Ah! That’s so”;



“It’s stupid, “, ” It’s expensive! “,
she muttered.



It’s midnight;



“It’s new year eve! “, people shouted.


Excitement, filled in air reaches her ear.


Out of window, she looked outside.
Black night with colourful sky,
Different fireworks, amazing sounds.


she smiled,


” Could it be?


My brother, seeing the same, in far land,
How he is now, it’s been years, we met.

Could it be?


my mother, have time, of her work; watch this glittering ‘thing’,
I guess.

Could it be?


my father, watching with me!
It’s too near from the sky”.

“Yet, all these are;
only in my thoughts.
I can think, but can’t feel.”

“This enthusiasm, I saw in others.
People making crazy faces;
Out of joy, with their love”.

“How lovely,
if we were together, holding hands, just like them.
I will share, my yesterday’s saved bun.”


“Of course, soup, i stole from bin,
Even little, it will fill our hear!
Of togetherness, of love”.

” Different I am,
with the rest”, “who celebrate eve”.

For her it’s eve-il,
which reminds her:
Loneliness;
Dark, silent, empty heart;
Mournful tears.

Yet,
hope in memories.

Couching her body, to avoid cold from the winter breeze;
coming with the eves songs;
silently from the cracked hole, of window.

smiling!, she goes to sleep:



“Next Eve-il“


“May be!”, “mine new years eve! “.

Standard
culture, failure, happy, hardwork, life, love, motivation, poem, poverty,, relax, sad, self, story telling, sucess, Uncategorized

Dotage

When you grow old, you suddenly become wise.
What seemed important, all now naive.
You want to do many things, all at the same time,
Though patient, you are not patience,
Frequently you have, nightmares and and you have noone on your side.
For all of now you want to hold this time, now, right now and for now.

Standard
battle, bird, child, culture, factory life, failure, happy, hardwork, heartbreak, India, life, love, motivation, poem, poverty,, relax, sad, self, story telling, sucess, tradition, triste, Uncategorized

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!

Standard
child, happy, heartbreak, love, motivation, relax, self, triste, Uncategorized

REVENIR(COME BACK)

Family😇

It wasn’t a choice I did make, it was a cause, I couldn’t chase.
I was old, to handle, the requisite of increasing exigencies.
I was alone, to conciliate, the unending malice.
I was ready to adjust, but not were they.
I tried to influence that broken correspondence, with dotage experience, but without consequences. Necessity took my heart, so my love; both gone, I am alone. Glancing their memories, in my mind, nothing is left except rewind. Repeat, reread and recreate! how were they, how are they.


I am old, I couldn’t alter; Blood were mine, but will were thine.
This house seems sans ornements, en dehors, of them.
This mortal mind, screech and scream, réapparaître,revenir;réapparaître,revenir.

*sans ornements- without ornaments. En dehors– devoid reapparaitre, revenir– come back

Standard
hardwork, motivation, relax, self, Uncategorized

The Rainy Song

Music has it theory, whenever it plays it either shocks or takes out a shock, ha, ha!

There is hardly anyone who doesn’t has any kind of music on its preference

But, have you ever heard The Rainy song, maybe some of you might have heard it, if not, then thanks to  my discovery!

For one side of people it’s their first love, of course, we had our first rain before our first kiss; it’s the music we grew up dancing with. And why not, it’s the sound which comforted us on our painful but just happened: break-up, and later again we thanks it, when we find peace further in our life.

A cup of hot coffee, and the window: matter not, glassy or wooden, for people like us this rainy song is the life we are alive till death apart.

Wait, how could we forget the universal line: human species are full of contradictions. May be its not contradictions but the experience they have, defines their behaviour( this is what sociologists says)

And for them, this song is nothing more than  the experience they bear in mind. I still remember, while on my way to visit my village, an  old enough uncle declared, his whole chronicle of flood in his village, that’s when he shifted to the nearby city, though he was saved, many others could not, he told me that with every lyrics of this rainy song  he misses his hometown( by somehow, it was raining that day). Well this is just one of such people, we all know many others…

[I think:(it could be good that by this, he misses his hometown, otherwise there are people who feel shame sharing their roots). Talks apart. ]

Since it’s about a music, how could we forget the lyrics and lyricist!  His appearance is very gentleman type, a fluffy tummy, wearing black -white large hat, and whose voice is same as we make with hungry stomach.

And then when he sit to write, since his torch is on and off he can’t write nicely. sometimes its continuous, sometimes not; with a break, sometimes not.

With all his struggles, when he dare to complete, he shows it to his great  composer windy wind to compose, and last all their co-worker comes together, ready to begin… This Rainy song… And why not to leave interpretation, since it’s 🌧raining I enjoy this song:the rainy song…

*torch is lightening.

* fluffy tummy man is cloud.

*

Standard