My Friendship

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 54 ; the fifty-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 . It was the first downpour of the season, vanquishing the summer heat. Jia, with her earnest brown eyes, was watching outside through a window glass. She was mesmerized to spot a peacock dancing beautifully on the terrace of a distant building. She saw a crowd standing outside under the cafe roof, waiting for the rain to stop and so that they could continue to walk toward their respective destinations. Jia was a sensitive child and mature beyond an eight year old. There were two kinds of people she found standing under the roof. Some of them were silent and calm enjoying the pleasant rains, like her. Whereas, others were despite being strangers were friendly enough to start a conversation for a while. Jia could see them smiling, exchanging numbers. Maybe they ...

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!  Written for A to Z Challenge  

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? L...