My Friendship

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 59 ; the fifty-ninth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​IndiCreator. For Creators. By Creators. . Share Your #LockdownTales at indicreator.com Never had I ever thought that a day like this would come when humankind will be shunned  from going outside and dreaming of one Never had I ever thought  An invisible storm will hit us all so hard that our lives will come back to square one and materialism will become a thing of discard Never had I ever thought  that in a world where people stopped for none will come to a standstill, silence, and vulnerability  A progressive nation like our would crash into a downturn  Never had I ever thought that our silly generation will sit back and reflect on deep scars and damage, it did to mother earth Vow for real to address them and fix the defect Never ha...

This  book  is like a warm coffee that soothes and rejuvenates you from inside out.     Kindle  |  Paperback   The Blurb: This day, Today, when looked at from the window of Future; Wouldn't it seem golden? But today it feels like just another day. Why does all this preciousness have to pass to be seen? Why can't it get its due while it lives? Unfortunately, that's the way it has always been. The Future seems to hold a certain value for The Past. But the present seems to be like an unfinished coin. It's still incomplete to derive any worth. The poems in this collection 'The Camphor Of Night' are little things stolen from life which found their way to a treasury box in which they lay locked for years until these little things developed a life of their own and hence they need to be set free, because now is their time to breathe. Excerpt: Titled: Shivers In those moments, When I think, Of his lips on yours... His ski...

There is something so different and, strangely beautiful about beginnings For, they bring in hope, novelty, zeal and that profound urge to make it up after the last fall which almost had permanently wrecked and hampered my ship of self-esteem and legacy  Just as the sun rises, radiating in glory no matter how dark the sky was at night It reigns and begin afresh everyday if not on the same page then another chapter There is a beginning to every ending Just as a sentence you begin after a full-stop even when it takes an eternity and all your sanity  This poem is written as a part of National Poetry Writing Month in an association with APM Nation.

    During those long boring lectures I day dream of the world outside window Kids merrily flying their paper kites Girls gossiping under the tree's shadow People on road, running in hustle bustle But the nature is calm and at peace as ever Sweating day, sunshine and partly clouds I pray God to bless earth with some shower While I am sitting in the classroom There must be someone taking birth and someone living his last few moments  Life is train and our breath, its reserved berth Probably my teacher has caught me  In the case of lacking attention  Today the fountain of tears won't flow For I ventured on philosophic trance   Written for A Prompt Each Day - Midweek Wordle #7 and Ultimate Blog Challenge - Day #15

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...

Just a few days back  I met a gabble girl  And discovered  Gossip is her only art  Enough to make you swirl  She and her ceaseless babbles  Doesn't care of what you think  Oblivious to what you feel You will laugh at her light humor Only till the time you're not at her wink! ''Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall You are fatty ,short and droll'' ''I am pink, you are blue I am sweet, you are phew!'' ''Season of reasons come and go Your cacophony voice like crow''  She will laugh at your attire  and every little thing  Unlike us, she didn't give  a second thought before she utter When one tries to stop her  She acclaim 'Right to Expression' Tragic is, her seriousness is mistaken  but not her gabble! I asked, how do you get so much to speak? Does speaking gives you ATP?? :p Her smiling face turned dull I looked into her aggressive eyes Gabble is an art,She said. I can speak anything and ...

Entangle in the materialism web Time comes, I seek solitary For a sigh of relief  Envisage gives rise to poetry A thousands of thoughts induce  fascinate over a sudden discovery  I get back to myself With the feel of recovery  Once a poetry is composed  blooms as a magnificent flower Flourishes its fragrance of meaning Once it takes birth becomes immortal Composed for A to Z Challenge

With an obligate I opened drawer I knew what I wanted , a crate.   Enveloped with the layers of dust it was I smeared over with care so as to  sanctify it with an eulogy and love That she blessed me with!  A pair of luster gold bangles   Grandma gave them to me ages back They still have the same resplendence  As fresh as that day in my memory My eyes are wet and heart ecstatic  For, now it's my turn to keep our ethic  I'll consign them to my granddaughter  Before I bid an adieu to the beautiful bride  Composed for  A to Z Challenge   

Today I'll begin to live my dream Which had been entombed in yore How does it feel to let go your dreams away from you? It ain't easy to overcome those feelings of rattle and lackluster Those strong bonds all around of loved ones and closed ones Intercepted my way to My destiny Rage and frustration was all that Enveloped me like a stalk of flower For me, love is the foremost priority  How could I make compromises? That was the point I set myself aloof  We live our lives and sometimes  we have to live it for others  I had my own dreams to live But I lived of others ! ''Everything happens for a reason'' I realized, maybe the time wasn't right It wasn't mine at all Their happiness and their belief in me makes me stronger. And maybe that's  is the reason, time with its open arms  Has returned back to me. I feel resurrect for the decision I made in the past  because it starved me more to make  my ...

There are a few instances that happen so often That by the time we conclude the reason behind  But the conviction doesn't come without a hitch! Constant hustle between the heart and the mind Rattle persists greatly along with perplexities  Whom to listen first? and whom to follow? Overwrought with strange kind of feelings! Tingle within, tangled strings and so were  decisions One day serendipity happened, when I read ''Wherever you go, go with all your heart'' I got way to my heart, a sacred place Far away from chaos, irresolution and uncertainty  Whatever it says, I follow it intensely with devotion Since the day I've accepted it as my oversee  It never ever proved me wrong or feel regret I listen my intuitions, for they spread love for everyone! 

Life isn't a showcase to unveil it to others and to everyone It should be yours with all its bag of secrets open  for none but only for the conquer majesty,  You! For this, I divulged myself behind the veil being someone else who is not fragile to go down swinging and wrath of beckon  Everything is artificial and nothing is real before the world In the world's mirror am completely a different soul whose charm of prodigy cannot be ever diminished They recognize me but I ...  This doesn't manifest me as a follower of dual persona I asked 'them' for a space to let me breath and cast off my sighs! They, the masters of impersonate pretended as ever And thrashed me to shroud myself with deceit  But for how long? It's a disguise in pleasure which is nothing to me but for the sake of others Away from the so called mirror of the fake world  when I look at myself , the real me It throbs me in anguish

Along with swing I go back and forth To have none but you, is worth Always there to push me on heights Whenever my eyes blink And taken aback of sunlight A tear trickle down due to a sudden exposure All of sudden a challenge, taking away my composure  I, almost ready to give my hopes up But, I don't, because you're there to cheer me up Whenever I look back , find you there That doesn't mean you haven't moved a step ahead  Although you have to cover miles Yet, you care about my tears and smiles The world's most beautiful relation we share Selfless dedication of love and care A true friend like you is rare to get Keeping it in heart I don't wanna regret I wish it may remain sweet as ever Let's together endeavor and savor Friendship, a blessing treasure 

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 45 ; the forty-fifth 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 .  Long ago, an efflorescence of life was plank down on earth Since then, mankind came into the existence casting birth A cycle that goes on and on with the promise of cooperation  Connects we children to our mother earth with intense adoration   As the time changed, people changed and so with them have 'relations' The gap contriving in between, both generations fails to built a space for rendition   The promising link between the two seems adversely decrepit near to separation  It's we, who initiated the route of disguise with the rush of our own greed  Too easy for us to let go things, far too insensitive to mother earth's selfless deed There is always a limit of everything beyond which the elasticity t...