Lullabies To The Dead


In the dark of a cot,

a mother sits by the earthen pot.

Haggard and pale,

she finishes a fairy tale,

the little life in her womb,

gets trapped in his tomb.

She clenches her fist,

with her forehead wet with mist.

Presses her parched lips

and takes droughts and short sips.

Trying to overcome the pain in her belly,

she begins humming a lullaby.

The stars are bright,

the moon dances at a height,

sweet fragrance of red roses,

are felt by fairy noses,

sleep my angel,

so soft and beautiful.

She sings again and again,

but senses rising pain.

She shrieks and shouts,

cries aloud, twists and pouts.

A lullaby again,

reverberates in the forest rain.

The sense of motherhood,

gets lost in that wood.

Silence ensues in that cot,

as the infant dies in her pot.

Lullabies echo in that wood,

sung by a mother deprived of motherhood.


Hard Work Is Today’s Fairy Godmother

May it be Cinderella or any other such fairytale, the magic bestowed by the fairy godmothers has always been a turning point in the fairy tales.Who can forget the magic clad by Cinderella,while dancing with Prince Charming.Thus that Cinderella story effortlessly ended on a happy tone due to the fairy godmother.

         However, in today’s world, there aren’t any such godmothers who with their wands can ameliorate our lives and can direct them towards a path of pure happiness.What can actually help us in enhancing the standards of our lives is Hard work.Yes you read it correct.Don’t rub the glasses of your spectacles or your tired eyes because it is true. Diligence is the fairy godmother.Well renowned dictionaries say that a fairy godmother is a female character in some fairy stories who has magical powers and can bring unexpected good fortunes to the hero or heroine.To sum up she is a generous benefactor. I can’t see any difference between the fairy godmother and hard work.

        If one with his full will power strives to do a work with his full heart and sinew, then nothing whatsoever can stop him. Your degree of hard work is directly linked to your degree of life.If you are a person standing always under the umbrella of excuses, then you shall live a deplorable life.On contrary, if you are truly dedicated and determined individual, then you would spend a life burdened with mirth.Hard work does wonders, it can break the loftiest mountains into tiny smithereens and can paint the sky with your fame and success.

In 21st century, happy ending doesn’t mean the final meeting of the prince and princess, it implies survival of  person through all the social evils and attainment of stability.I may sound very staunch professional to many, but let me tell you that life in present society, as we know it, is challenging.Thus every individual strives for stability and for it, you require to work hard.Unlike the fairy tales, you cannot on magic, you need to discover the magic dwelling within you.You ought to channelize your thoughts and shape them into goals.For the attainment of these goals, you need to put your brawn and brain together.Your hours of complete and dedicated hard work can decide your hours of luxury.Who doesn’t yearn for lavish laving, but hard work is something you need.

The magic it can show is truly unbelievable. Hard work is a fairy godmother who can transform a worthless pauper into an exalted king.The choice is yours.How much tech savvy you may get, you can’t depend on an app to perform your share of hard work.

I am not saying to break your trust in fairy tales, but simply asking to realize their incredibility.The living embodiment of fairy godmother is hard work.The more you put in, the more magical your life becomes.Even though it may not have a magical wand or a hat but yes,hard work definitely has magic. So try to embrace the new godmother:Hard work.With its spells, this godmother can certainly bring a happy ending.

The Guilt

My misdeeds and my crimes,

deprive me of the sleep of high primes.

My conscience throbs in the agony chimes.

So my soul suffocates,eventually sublimes.

Eyes loathe my shadow so bitter like Mediterranean limes,

and degradation and decay hasten with times.

The perfect body collapses with a thud,

with all my fame drowning in the lowly mud.

They slander me and call me a dud,

or on occasions I am an infected bud.

Thus I am chewed like a cud

and twisted endlessly till people make me blood.

Sanity and tranquility flee,

repentance and woe welcome me.

My whole life rests on rage’s tree,

burning my soul for everything I did to thee.

Stale memories sting me like a bee.

Remorse and regret are my only fee.

I am drowning in the ocean of sadness,

with none to rescue me from this madness.

My present plight lacks gladness,

I desperately yearn for a moment of happiness.

But the Nature shan’t give me forgiveness,

for my acts are beyond the ambit of badness.

Dark and dusted curtains surround my vision,

my intellect has ended in a fission.

My entire personality is a big lesion,

criticism is my everyday pension.

I am my beloved hatred’s denizen,

of a place fraught with tension.

I want to dagger the malice of my heart,

so there is nothing but eternity to start.

Condemnation is my life’s only alive part.

My demeanor is an imperfect art,

which is suggestive of a wart.

What am I to myself? Nothing but a dart.

I have committed things,

which now no one sings.

I want to escape my state with freedom wings.

I have created those dings,

which are irremovable by wrings,

lured by Nature’s kings.

Lamentation doesn’t soothe my soul,

as the devil has created a bottomless hole.

You can’t measure my pain with a pole.

There are blisters on my heart’s sole,

which can’t be treated with medicine sole.

I just seek forgiveness as my dole.

The Guilt has poisoned my brain,

vengeance had drenched me in the rain,

and so I committed the blunder in vain.

Now Guilt diseases every tissue in its reign,

and has rendered me as worthless as a grain.

The Guilt has murdered my brain!

To My Principal

My principal:Mrs.Anju Wal.

My principal:Mrs.Anju Wal.

The highest degree of impeccability,

resides in mortals of high capability.

Those who excel with brawn and brain,

thus treat each hurdle as a small grain.

They are there who strive for perfection,

and spread their thoughts in every possible direction.

Inception of such a human,

can be molded and chiseled by a woman.

My life with its countless flaws,

used to wave in distress like dry summer straws.

It was your preachings,

in disguise of teachings,

that directed me to a path of dedication

which I followed with your taught contemplation.

They may call you just a teacher,

but you always acted like  profound enricher.

Your Modesty at its quintessence,

made everyone glow with innocence.

It isn’t any piece of false and fake flattery,

which was produced at a local abandoned factory.

You are a true idol,

who never sits idle.

My literary passion took a soaring flight,

when it was nurtured by your insight.

Oh! this naive nature,

What joy it brings you to separate a pupil from a teacher.

Your severity and outwardly coldness,

was always misjudged as dualness.

It took me time to fathom your greatness,

I hope you will pardon my carelessness.

You are a providence for society,

It is great accomplishment to have your own entity.

My heart pains like a thousand devils.

The agony and despair is rising by levels.

To see you leaving our humble nest,

burns my mind which can’t be rejoiced with any jest.

You shall continue your life devoid of us,

But it would be an arduous task to pursue without you among us.

People leave an imprint when they are dead,

but you have left an impression,anchored to the living seabed.

You are a phenomenal person,

who without any use of arsenal

ameliorated me and improved me,

for which I am in a life long debt to thee.

With these last words in mind,

I thank you for every word you have wind,

And I hope that your words of wisdom,

shall reverberate always in this universe hums.

To my principal, Mrs.Anju Wal, a visionary in herself.

Revelation of within

A boy can’t apply lip balms.A girl can’t wear hooded jackets.A boy should loathe color pink as an option for shirts and a girl shouldn’t walk in jeans.Cricket,football and other sports should be a delight to boys whereas girls should sit in a cozy corner ameliorating her knitting skills.Today we are living in a society which is fraught with biased people, who view people through stereotypical spectacles.

                Even though we dwell within modern walls but still our windows are open to orthodox opinions.People  expect that a boy should remain within the definition of a boy and a girl shouldn’t cross the limits of a girl.A boy has to be  baseball champion and a girl should excel in embroidery work.Unless they do what hey are expected to do,they are subjected to criticism and thus their dreams and desires decay.So  here is my Revelation of Within, with my inner feelings as the protagonist and the society and its people as the antagonist.

               The thing I hate the most is to sweat,so with fear of stench followed by perspiration, I avoid sports.I love cleanliness more than the godliness ,hence having three baths a day ain’t a peculiar thing for me but a symptom of extreme femininity for many.If video games aren’t of any interest for me,then how can I do  any good with a gaming set like Xbox.To be true,till date, I have knowledge of cricket rules and regulations.Choosing a V-shaped shirt gain is a sign of feminism,for my friends, whom I now regard as acquaintances.

                The frolic atmosphere of spring time doesn’t arouse me to play rather it engulfs me into a dreamland,where I can see myself sitting under an  old oak tree, composing poems.In the mirror, I don’t see myself as an engineer, I see myself as an English professor cum author and poet.The zeal i possess for writing again drags me among a stereotypical and prejudiced society, which considers English just as a language.People like some of my relatives think that I am an impeccable example of a fool because I prefer English to Science.

            Ever since I gained my senses,I developed a strong,vehement passion for English Literature and Language.If that makes me a girl dreaming about fairylands, then I have no problems with it.I can’t change the mindset of such people or modify their approach but can only improvise my own perception and thinking and so I do.I don’t kill my dreams with the fear of slanders and false accusations.Just as I breathe, I dream.I aspire to become an English professor of Oxford University and if my aspirations and dreams are judged by judgmental people,then it isn’t my fault or harm, it is a foul disease they bear.

           To sum up, I’ll say that dreams should be nurtured by us and shouldn’t be damaged just with the fear of the society because society and its people won’t realize the importance and passion we uphold for our dreams,they will just torment us.So dream and reveal yourself against the fear of the society.


love in buttonsLove is going to spring from the earthworm holes in few moments,into air.Couples moving together beneath the sky, drenched in love.Many people view Love as a feeling which requires proximity, but love is a feeling which doesn’t want nearness it solely wants emotions.A wife laying cozy in quilt dreaming about her husband at borders guarding the security and integrity of his motherland, a college boy getting tattoo for his beloved,thinking to surprise by visiting his girlfriend who has moved 1000 miles away from him, and their are many more illustrations from daily life which shall completely deny the opinion:Love needs nearness.It just requires nearness of hearts and souls.

Age again ain’t any parameter which  can determine and decide whom to love.A person of 23 can fall in love with 32.People say that the comfort zone comes in grave peril when it comes to age factor.To those immature heads,I will say that a its a rare sight to see the both partners of a couple to live together and die together.So why to hesitate to love a person who is older to you?

Caste,color and creed stand nowhere when it comes to love someone.If you have this feeling anchored in your mind that he is black and I am white,then you shall die alone.Similarly religion shouldn’t be the deciding factor,we are children of one god,so we can love anyone without any barrier.Few think that its safe to marry one of same nationality.It is us, humans who have divided the entire land into divisions which we call,”Nations”. Love doesn’t understand nationality, it just understands the individual indifferent to the fact whether he hails from America or India.

If you love a boy being a boy and think that your love shall be criticized and condemned,then think that will those critics shall be present all along in your life.Of course no, so feel proud to be gay or lesbian, because it isn’t any thing bad or unnatural.It is totally natural because Love doesn’t chooses a human, it chooses a heart and it doesn’t know where that heart resides,in a boy or in a girl.

Money is a crucial part of our life but not the most important part.You are at the pinnacle of your success, and love a woman who is a just receptionist at the office of your million dollar firm, you think that it shall be a blow to your earned reputation,then just wait and ponder over a thought that in your old days,when you will crave for emotional support,will your reputation and money hold your hands and soothe your emotions?Stature and status char to ashes in the flaming passion of Love.

In a nutshell,this blog is addressed to those people who are afraid to express,realize or admit their feelings just with the fear of stereotypical,biased and rigid society.Folks believe in your love,as it is the beacon of your path.Love is a great feeling,those who get afraid of the society.

This valentines day, express your feelings without any reluctance and fear.Break through all the stereotypical society and just love.


The Epitaph of Ms. Hazelwood

Beneath my shadow on the ground,she lay sleeping,

In an eternal swoon of no awakening.

The dark night donned silence as its armor,

treating the absolute quietness as an honor.

The fleecy clouds swaying in the sky,

couldn’t fathom my desperate sighs.

The mound of Earth was her only abode.

Life had halted at that road.

Nothing shone brightly in that wood,

As the epitaph of my beloved Hazelwood.

 Painted happy in the colors of our wedding,

we headed back on the horse ridding.

The cursed curve oozed at the corner of the road,

and the horse couldn’t bear the swift pace and its load.

The rosewood trees at the curve still wear the marks,

and remember how blood of Elizabeth had stained their barks.

While I laid injured in the carriage;

My wife left me within few moments after our marriage.

Although she was Mrs Hazelwood,

her final departure from me rendered her as Miss Hazelwood.

Agility,tranquility and fidelity,

were the reasons of her popularity.

Beauty, so rich and fine,

could have intoxicated any heart without any wine.

The quintessence  of varied virtues,

wasn’t the only relished hues.

Her beady blue eyes flowed beneath her shinning forehead,

The luscious lips,with a nose so red,

Arched eyebrows rest above the rosy cheeks,

the lank chestnut-brown hair and benign looks, had enchanted me for weeks.

Presently she is easily blooming daisies,

and I am facing life with difficulties.

The grotesque god  snatched her away from me,

she dwells in paradise from where she can’t flee.

The pretty pitiful state of my heart,

is my body’s most impressionable part.

Oh! you naive nature don’t sit idle,

dagger me so that I may reunite with my beloved idol.

Even though she has eventually wedded Death,

but her soul and mine are bonded in a wreath.

After the love letters,the only thing I wielded my pen,

for her, was the epitaph for her,sleeping in the Death’s den.

My bride!A person of various shades of life,

At last couldn’t be my wife.

Her grave is my most cherished retreat,

As solely she can feel my heart’s heat.

Her epitaph reads:

There are no boundaries in love,

Even Death can’t separate you from your love,

Here rests Miss Hazelwood in love,

Who is the only angel I could ever love.”

The Encounter

It was quarter to 9 when I reached the metro station.As usual, a black tie hung loose around my neck, a dark brown leather briefcase in hand and to top it all, the haggard appearance of mine.The metro arrived within few minutes of my arrival at the station.The doors opened and I hastily got in, they slammed and the metro train moved.

      The compartment as usual was full of strangers.My lank black hair limped against my frowned forehead.There was a vacant seat next to the long handle of the door,without any further delay sat on it with triumphant looks because metros in Lucknow metros can be unexpectedly full of passengers anytime.As I glanced around, I saw a lady in her early 20s:Devon shire calm posture and a phlegmatic smile.Her ruby red lips and pink cheeks gleamed when she was humming some song.To be true, I was overwhelmed with her beauty.There was something different in her:No panic,no rush just sitting calm and composed with a broad smile.

     Besides her stood a middle aged woman, with the exhausted appearance, short and heavily built.If you were to compare a rose to a thorn, this could have been your golden opportunity.The lady who rendered me spellbound sat in tranquility but the woman standing in front of her was quite obverse.Clad in a simple shirt with a long skirt my soul captivator,whispered something to herself.

    I thought to initiate a conversation but had noting to say.Indeed her beauty had not only enchanted me but had also imprisoned my soul and mind in the bars of silence.Yes it was love at first sight.What can you expect?I am of a passionate blood of 21 and she was in the quintessence of 20s.In the fear of an insulting rejection, I  didn’t get up.I know nothing about her.Who knows that maybe she is married or someone’s fiance but my heart was eager to know her.Her softness of hands and the mere presence of her, was melting my heart.

It was 10 minutes now,that I had been just staring at her.Her fragrance had loomed in the air of the compartment like an exotic Arabic perfume.My haggard expression seemed to soothed by her impeccable disposition.I wanted to talk to her but my mind and heart were reluctant.In a hope to start a conversation, I started humming the same song she was humming.Probably she may listen and say something,unfortunately nothing happened.Our proximity couldn’t be of any help.It was last 5 minutes for metro to arrive at my stop and I was drenched in nervousness.With my mind made up to greet her,I stood up.No sooner did I get up than she stood up in a hunch position and the lady in front of her gave her the crunches and she now stood in an upright position with her two helping crunches under her armpits.

Somehow I got the courage to ask the woman helping her stand, I asked,”Do you people live here in Lucknow?”. The woman in a bleak and low voice replied in Hindi,”No Sir, We don’t live here,she is my only child and is suffering from polio since childhood.We hail from a small town.”. The doors opened, they strolled out and new passengers,all strangers came in, the doors closed and the metro moved, my stop missed and I stood there all shocked with the romantic encounter.



loveShort steps with long words,

deep sighs as we witness fondling birds.

Rustling of the park trees,

Is accompanied with chuckles in breeze.

The whole world transforms into a resting phase,

where nothing but love is the sole base.

Our hands in hands

remain warm in all distant lands.

My chubby cheeks glow red

as the every word is said.

Love in its deepest shade

Lingers between us too strongly to fade,

The hesitation hovers all in the atmosphere,

as we talk in love, caressing somewhere.

The glistening waters of the pond

seem to sparkle our bond.

The whispers and stares

Are the only attire our Love wears.

Time gallops in the best pace

as I gaze in the beloved’s beautiful face.

The tight embraces appear endless,

as our Love runs wild and tame less.

Seeing the sunset,

my eyes get wet.

The presence of passion

changes tones in the latest fashion.

The delight of the love pangs

darts my heart as it carelessly hangs.

The world cannot fathom the depth of the love oceans,

But can only see the glimpses or precise portions.

The ambiance Love creates

defeats the green of Nature God creates.

Pardon the rhyme,

as it is maybe as sour as lime.

But feel the emotions behind

the enamored words which I have somehow able to bind,

Love has numerous petals,

and is stronger than various metals.

The fragrance of Love

flies faster than a dove.

May it be any age or preference,

Love fights all without any difference.

A phenomenal and sensational feeling, it is

which is thus a bliss.

Abandon differences and enmities,

and love beyond all known infinities,

as there is nothing more powerful than Love.

P.S. I am not in love but the upcoming posts shall be specifically based on romance genre.

26th January

It was 26th January,1950 when Indian Constitution was enforced.Ever since then,this day is celebrated as the “Republic Day”. Being an Indian, it is not only a very reverent day for me but also a celebration, I am proud of.

Immense zeal, patriotism and love for motherland can be witnessed in each Indian. It is a day of glory and splendor just like an eagle soaring in the pinnacles of sky, India flies in the ambit of devotion,duty and determination.Today each institution, each school each governmental department celebrates 66th Republic Day through ceremonial functions exclusively including march pasts.The view of coordinated parades and well paused speeches is remarkable.In the capital city, New Delhi, huge crowd gathers at Rashtrapath, where patriotic processions are carried out.Parades of all the three wings of defense are carried out followed by beautifully decorated floats representing each state of India.Each float displays the significant features and cultural attributes of that state.The program begins with  hoisting of the tricolor flag of India and ends with the National anthem.

On the 66th republic day, mirth and fervor for nation doubled itself with                    Mr. Barack Obama, the President of United States Of America,as the chief guest.The keen interest Mr. Barack Obama and Mrs. Michelle Obama showed, in each function of this year’s Republic Day, was really impressive.Today India is rejoicing in national hue and each citizen of India must be feeling proud of his nationality.Not only today is an important day because of it being a Republic Day but also is a historic day as it shows good friendship between two mega democracies:U.S.A and India.Our Prime Minister, Shri Narendra Modi said “The meeting of two nations at the 66th republic day has brought the capitals:Washington,D.C and New Delhi closer and its people closer. I am privileged to have a friend like Obama.

Being an Indian, I would like to thank Mr. Barack Obama and Mrs. Michelle Obama and all the American dignitaries for attending our republic day.The merriment of the day has taken a higher level because of their mere presence.We hope is, that our chief guest must have enjoyed their visit and the warmth and affection which flowed through the patriotic air must have left an imprint on them. I really hope that our cultural diversity and heritage must have pleased them.

   At last I quote the Indian Pledge:

                    “India is my country

All Indians are my brothers and sisters.

I love my country and I am proud of its

rich and varied heritage

I shall always strive to be a loyal and worthy citizen of it.

I shall show respect to my parents,teachers and elders and

shall be obedient to them.

I shall show kindness to animals.

To my country and my people

I pledge my devotion.In their happiness

and prosperity alone lies my happiness

May god give our countrymen peace and prosperity.”

barack meets modi