My Friendship

The next day, Shashwat is too excited to see Shagun whose dark brown wide eyes hypnotized him completely. From within he is dying to meet her and talk to her but he is conscious not to express that in front of his family members. As I had said before he is too filmy! His mother enters into the room.   Shashwat, aren’t you ready yet?  I am ready Ma.   He stares at her with a confused glimpse. Really?   It doesn't seem so beta. It looks like you've been severely ill that you didn't get a chance to shave.   ‘’Unshaven is Unbathed’’ Maybe without knowing your response she would say a NO to you. Shashwat tremble with the much thought.  It would be his insult if the girl would reject him.    Ishq ka to doosra naam hi hota hai tyaag   (another name of love is sacrifice). Shashwat along with his family reach to their destiny i.e., Shagun’s home. A small yet beautifully erected building. They make a grand welcome to Shashwat’s family. Finally the most awaiting m

After earning his M tech degree and securing the post of a senior manager in the topmost IT Company within a short period of time Shashwat proved his excellence and capabilities to everyone including the ones who tried deceiving him for the competition’s sake. Few people are always there to halt your progress but then, a pinch of negligence and an inch of self believe makes you standstill. As far as life is concerned, he had been positive, practical minded and serious towards his goal but when it comes to another part of him , he is not that. A fun- loving, adventurous guy who believes in following his heart and yes he is too filmy!! Beta, look at these photographs Munshi ji has brought selected proposal this time. You will surely like. Not again Maa!! All of sudden his attention gets attract towards one of the photographs in his mother’s hand. He snatches that readily. 3 minutes had passed since he was smiling and staring at the girl in the photograph. Maa, who is she?

Image credits- Ermisenda Within the enclosure pinfold I perch on the channels of restrictions. Am drifted with the blow of plight, far beyond submissive endure far away from my destine that I dreamed of! I listen the tick tock, slipping away smoothly.I restraint myself. Despite of the gloom there is a hope that shines I'll soar high, out of boundaries; the free bird   ''Everything is possible need is you tend to make it so''.  Written for - Picture it and Write

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 44 ; the forty-fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton .  On that bright day every corner was enshroud with amber gleam sheath under the the cloudless sapphire sky, scorching heat that reminds you of  'Rime of the Ancient Mariner'. Everything was dull and dry. On such a searing day nobody could imagine even a blow of wind for split second  but Shanaya, a strong instinct believer already predicted , there would be rains shortly.  No one cared! She quickly went into her kitchen to prepare a mug of coffee and some cookies for herself. Her younger brother started teasing her for her dippy act. Hot coffee on a hot day! Didi, have you got crazy?  She wasn't paying attention towards him. She was calm,lost in the other world. Busy in blending cocoa and sugar. Again her brother in a teasing tone, Watch

  With the seasonal drift again  my endearing essence has got back I bloom lofty among the green  in velvet passionate red   enough to hold your fascination  I know it's hard to blink  once your stare rise at me You admire my beauty and grace I admire those thorns to bring me up Life is the same, full of uncertainties each moment is a deep secret surprise  Sweet, bitter, sour or spicy,a reprise  Live among them as I live in between the thorns Realities will come by themselves to meet you to shape the beauty of your life! 

Within the brimming shallow of life Right from high to low alone I strife  Like a refrain it sings of joy and plight As the dark night diffuse off divine light I've to go along with the course it flows Harsh winds oppose my way with its blow Why the flair of joy shroud with gloom mist? Bubble lived is my cheer it stays in midst   Soon, it drifts same as an air filled balloon    a single touch of sharp pin tear it apart loon I see, my situation no different from it when compare Happiness and joy are elusive; they hardly come and stay rare As much as I long for them they seem a distant journey, far away I look back to count my smiling days, hidden under its sway ''Life is too long to live and short to waste Try all its recipe to get different flavors taste''     Everything runs alternative, has a dual phase  we've  to not only face them but also to chase  Here the question is how sadness could be defeated? Let it blase hard, an

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 43 ; the forty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . The theme for the month is "LIGHT" Green park,swings,colorful flowers. Shashank see a beautiful butterfly, he run to catch and fall down. When he open his eyes, heart sink,completely blank. What happen, Shashank?? Mum's here, you're safe. She hugs him tightly. Let me switch on the light.I'll listen you. In tears, ''Why God wrote my life without light?'' The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked here . To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . Participation Count:  08 Wish you all Happy and safe Diwali! :-)

I read, reread your intrigue saying you last wrote in the book ''Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall'' I wonder how you can be this close listener of my heart! There is a beep for you deep in me that tune everyday  To ask, if you're too longing for me?  My love for autumn, my love in autumn, my love is   like  autumn There is a mystery that carries along same as the crisp air in autumn An ease of sensitivity and indifferent that crave for seclusion and peace My feelings are colorful and are mostly red with the essence of your love After reading your words, being far yet close heart to heart I feel like flying But then my instinctive fiery and nature disclose the reality I fear of! ''I swing high and low Ruled by the air's (love) blow Upside I see the vast sky Downside a little fly Getting ready to chase Unaware of a sudden blase! '' It's not that I don't want to fly in the dr

Like these hearts soaring in drift strange to destiny,away from rift  Feelings and thoughts suppressed   Inner flare split walls compressed   That's how the journey commenced  My Friendship, the saga recommence     Resurrection of sensitivity when splashed  I found many like me, we all clashed  Not for a letup or a fight but to unite  We stood together to inspire world knight My Friendship, the saga shines bright   A single word itself holds power to change the world it has tower that rise above straight with transparency with the only sword of words I'll turn over controversy  Within few years, I see my world has changed  My Friendship and Few Miles both poetic pen  blessed with sagacity  Turning Three and Four we are still the same have always seek for love and not for fame translating life into words would have been impossible without your generosity and comments sensible  each day s

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 42 ; the forty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . The theme for the month is "COLOR" There is all around a deep silence My heart and mind are at it violence I lackluster and yet I feel laying back My own thoughts are hacked Life is out of colors; it is black!! It had never been like this before Euphoria of being alive was pure With my smile I colored fade I was an angel for all without wings But hinge of life the way it swing Everything was perfect and sweet With him my life was complete I, his zephyr and He my heartbeat Without him life refuse to replete Let me loiter for I've lost my fleet How can life be this cruel ? It asks me go on snapping my fuel The whole world drenched in color Except my own world inside so blur Life does not stop with

I remember of the day when my mother told me There is a God Who has solutions to all my odds He is the former of this world  nothing can go wrong or down to curled He is always there to preach me with blessings His spiritual guidance of painstaking  A divine light of knowledge and wisdom he throw  she told, he will bless me with as I grow Out of curiosity I asked, where does the God stagger? Where does he live? any evidences?  How to believe? When she was getting me ready  I, excited and steady It was to be my first day in school an unknown place and I mere a fool Ma told me it's the place where God dwell finally it was the time to get my all answers well I found different God in the temple of knowledge they punished me for my impish obstinate acts corrected when I did mistakes Inspired me when I was all deceived  He stood beside me and perceived A lonely stage of despair Thousands of mocking laughter in air he told me to

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Holding my heart  passively passionate ready to string yours with mine... But please let me know if it's one sided I would be a lone pair Rather being the ''Sweet Pairs ''

आज रक्षा-बंधन के त्यौहार के उपलक्ष पर हम दोनों  ( सिमरन  और  हेमा )  यह  सयुंक्त  पोस्ट सभी भाई-बहनों को समर्पित करते हैं.  जैसा की सभी जानते है कि इस त्यौहार में बहन का अपने भाई की कलाई पर राखी या पवित्र धागा (डोरी) बंधना शामिल है.  यह त्यौहार बहन के प्यार और उसके भाई की  भलाई के लिए बहन की प्राथना  और भाई का अपनी बहन को बदले में दिए गए उसकी रक्षा करने का उसकी आजीवन रक्षा करने का व्रत का प्रतिक है. बहन भाई को तिलक लगा कर उसकी आरती कर भाई की लम्बी उम्र और उसकी उन्नति की कामना करती है. भाई-बहन परंपरागत एक दुसरे को उपहार देते है और  एक दुसरे को  खूब मिठाइयाँ खिलाते है. छोटे भाई बड़ी बहनों के और छोटी बहन बड़े भाइयों के पैर छू कर आशीर्वाद लेते है. भाई-बहन एक दुसरे के लिए मंगल कामनाएं करते है. Today, on the day of Raksha Bandhan (An Indian festival which celebrate the relationship between brothers and sisters) we ( Simran and Hema ) dedicated this combined post to all Brothers and Sisters. As we all know that this festival involves the tying of a rakhi (sacred/holy thread) by a sister