My Friendship

I heartily welcome to one of my most dearest friends, Leo of I Rhyme Without Reason as a guest writer. Whether it's about a fiction or a poem; Leo has a great art of expressing irrespective of writing styles or theme. I love reading his stories written with such an ease and innocence. He perfectly do justice to each of his compositions. Apart from this, he is a great person with excellent humor and down to earth.  I am confident that very soon he'll be a well known name in the writing world (other than blogging). May this happen soon. * Fingers crossed * He, directly or indirectly, teaches me, corrects and inspires me. You are a true friend , Leo. Thanks a lot for being there. I request you all to visit his wonderful blog to read some beautiful,worth and heart touching rhymes that comes naturally, stories that gives you reason to smile and to shed off worries. Following words from Leo ... Be the one you feel you are, not what others tell to you; ...

Your enclosure  right from my birth  I merely a bud You save me from  surrounding dearth, Within you I nutured myself,  A sudden casteaway of yours  rendered me into a new self, You're still by my side,  yet you let my efflorecence  to be in the light, you have been always  a part of me,  without you   I am incomplete  with lost essence of  life and glee I am fading away, With each wind's blow  I sway.

Away from the usual rushing crowd and customary  So as to attain solace and delve something new I seek solitary Where I can freely imbue my thoughts, deep feelings and realization The creeping urge of it within has refined my life's interpretation  It has stowed and extended me to a different visionary world  Where you read and perceive different stories without hurled  Insensitive to rest of the crowd it confronts in shades various Like this, I've read many of the secret stories ; Anonymous! Peeping through the lane, my eyes wander to embrace and pertain Entrancing a picturesque behind the four walls and curtain There are so many four secretive walls all around me   Conspire a perception, the same moment could be of grief or glee Those split seconds bless birth to someone and takes away someone's life My sight clutches their encountering vibes vary from refrain to strife  Some of them screams aloud to get my attention and...

There was a time when CRICKET ''a wooden stick hits a ball game'' used to sound the weirdest thing to me and now it's something that can make me go craziest in the world. Earlier I used to have fights with my elder brother to watch cartoons. Since, he is elder to me so most of the time I had to follow his instructions. I in order to prove that still I haven’t lose :P and nothing can stop me from watching tv I used to sit there and stare at the screen with no idea of the game. Somehow that was a beginning or my first interplay with cricket. My father too is a great fan of cricket. Whenever there are big matches he invites all his friends at home to experience the nail biting moment and enjoy delicious snacks made by mom. 2007, T-20 World Cup’s final  India Vs Pakistan match I count as one of the most exciting moments in my life. The last ball of the game was like Do or Die. I wanted India to win anyhow and we won. I had tears in my eyes. My family members and u...

ख़ामोशी के अफ़साने में  शब्दोँ का दमन नही होता  शोर के मध्य शान्ति का  असर नही होता  ठीक जैसे अन्धकार हो जाता है  विलुप्त हर उषा को  सच नहीं बैठता देर तक   अन्धकार कि चादर ओढ़हे  देखी पर विश्वास है  पर विश्वास तो अदृश्य है दरख्वास्तें हुई, पर्दे भी हटे  सच कि अंतः विजय हुई  पर एक कसक रह गई  दिल के एक कोने में , बंजर  ऐतबार कर लिया होता गर  आज कहानी कुछ और होती  हमें वक्त ने गढ़ा शर्त पर  उसके मुताबिक ढल जाने को शायद हम वक्त को ढाल लेते  अपने अनुसार लाख आजमाने पर 

When you become confident enough about yourself and your skills then a high time comes when develop a keen desire to show it to the world to grace their hearts with art and your heart with others' praises. Something very similar in my case too. Blogging and its great people ( My dear friends and readers) exposed the hidden talent in me. I always wanted my poems to get published but somehow I wasn't getting a reach to the right people until that day.... April 02, 2014 when my poetry ''The Night After The Storm'' got published in Writer's Ezine Magazine . That's the first color added to my dream at the age of 17...it's beautiful, alluring....a beginning towards my dream :)    Magazine in print is available  on Pothi.com  & Flipkart ''God has better plans for us than ours.'' Another poetry on April 24, 2014 ''An Untold Story'' got published in Fragrance Magazine   which added sparkle to my just coloring u...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 46 ; the forty-sixth 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 .  Like any other evening the sky was shrouded with dull orange and red tinge. The sun was almost sinking at the horizon. Chirruping birds were returning to their home.The narrow rays of radiance were striking straight to the transparent brimming sea. Smoothly dancing ripples were tranquil to my excessive loitering mind. I kept on staring at them for a few minutes. The beach was greatly rabble with kids, teenagers and old- new couples. I wanted to join them and to secretly learn different tracks of their lives. I wanted to listen each of theirs' story but this time I ignored for, I myself wasn't able to switch the capricious secret for which Arpit had called me here. I had no idea except the seriousness in his abrupt tone when he talked to me ...