Tujhe Dekh Kar

Kyu tere ghamon ko,
Teri aankho me
Dhundne ka mann karta hai?

Kyu tujhe dekh kar,
Teri gham se bhari aankho me
Khushi bharne ka mann karta hai?

Kyu teri khamoshi,
Tere khwaabo se
Baat karne ka mann karta hai?

Kyu mann ho kar bhi,
Tere saamne aakar
Khamoshi se tujhe dekhte rehene ka mann karta hai?

Kyu tujhe dekhne ke liye,
Tere saamne na hone par bhi
Mera dil tujhe dhundta hai?

Kyu tujhse bina baat kiye,
Tere dil ko na jaan kar bhi
Dil ko tu apna sa lagta hai?

Kyu mere saare gham,
Tere chehere ko dekh kar
Chhup se jaate hai?

Yun to log kehete hai ki aankhe baat karti hai
Par tujhse ek bhi baar baat na karne par bhi
Mere dil ko esa kyu lagta hai ki
Tere saath to roz hi baat hoti hai.

-By Ritesh [Two Shy(s)]

Still A Child

So, if today someone asks me, "How your Childhood was?" I will reply to them, "You mean 'is', right?"

So, I was with my mother at the big old bazaar near my home. Actually, I am just a driver that drops Mom from home to the bazaar on my two-wheeler, and after roaming there for one to two hours, carrying heavy bags filled with vegetables, I have to drive her back home.

So today, the scene was similar as always. I was sitting on my two-wheeler, Mom was far away shopping for groceries, and me wondering what to wonder about.

Directly coming to my point, I could find a provision store near me and some candies hanging on the front side of the store. Now, I got a childhood sensation that dragged me to that shop. I could see many boxes and jars of candies and tried to find 'Poppins'. Unfortunately, it wasn't there. I chose 'Just Jelly' and demanded one from the shopkeeper. He opened that jar and took one of them out from there. Finally, he gave me one, and I gave him the money. I saw on the packet some jelly bears, and there was written 'Free Flying Shot'. That drove me to my childhood when I used to fight with the shopkeeper to give me free gifts.

I waited for the shopkeeper that he will give me that gift without asking. But he didn't. Finally, I asked him, "Here is written that I will get a gift with it."

He widened his eyes on me. But at last, he opened a box kept by his side and said, "Yes, this." He gave me one yellow colored bear made of rubber. I was so happy to get that toy, that childhood feeling again in my eyes.

"Want one more?" He said.

"What!" I exclaimed.

He gave me one more bear, this time in purple color. Not only that, he gave me two bands that just looked like friendship belts.

"None of the kids today asks for them." He said.

I glanced. But somewhere, I was too happy to get them.

Finally, Mom came, and I drove her back home. I saw the neighborhood kids playing outside. I don't have a huge heart, but when I saw them, I was willing to give them that gifts. I handed over that gifts and also shared the jellies with them. Don't ask me what I got. Some smiles, some laughter on playing with them, some thankyous, which they really meant, and at last, I actually lived my childhood again that day.

Commute

Commuters are the people who travel almost daily to their workplace, do the same job and come back from the same route to their home. Lets read this to know more about their boring schedule.

The Rain Of My Heart

Introduction:
Before starting, I wanna make you aware, that I am just a beginner as a poet and so I haven't used the high-five English words here, but yet you will enjoy it :)

Live In The Present

Intro:
    This post is for them who don't even know that how they are missing every single precious moment of the life. Read on to know more..



    You Know what? my everyday's story is that I wakeup late and because of this, I run to catchup the bus to my office. I had to catch the bus of 8:45 but I am always late. I had to run after the bus and had to hear bad from the driver and warning from conductor too. Life's really tough. This incident just make me tired in the beginning of the day and I think because of this, I can't show up my real energy.

   I had heard anywhere that a better start is half done. So, Okay! I will wakeup early tomorrow and Catchup the bus calmly. I set the alarm of 7' as always and jumped on my bed. You know when we have to visit any awesome place like picnic in the morning, we wakeup on the first alarm but this rules change when its about school and office.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! its a brand new day....(alarm tone with guitar's background)"

   Fortunately , I woke up on the first alarm. I thought, Wow, What a morning. I opened the window, said Hello to the sunshine, went to the bathroom. I was telling myself "Aaram se! There lots of time"

  After getting ready, I made my breakfast, Today I tried to eat my breakfast without staying on phone and it was really peaceful. I checked everything in my bag and I was totally ready at 8:15. I started walking towards the Bus Stop. There were old people in the park in their laughing club, children playing and adults doing exercise and yogas. I could see the newspaper boy who was throwing the newspaper in customer's front door at an exact point. I reached to the bus stop at 8:30. I was sitting ideal there and starring everything. The roads, the people, the cars, autos. All were riding soo fast, all had some work, no one was there who was there to live, all were in the race, in a competition to win.

   Noticing all this, my bus arrived. Today I was not late hehe. Inside was bus, I went backside at the last and in the corner seat. Yes this seat jumps alot but to sit there was my dream, means a day dream  a big dream which would be successful in a day. Oh! what I am telling?! I think I am free today so... Forgive me about that Well in an ordinary day, I am always busy in reaching my office on time, so I never thought much about these things like seats and all. I am already preoccupied with some creazh stuffs. I could see one man in that bus who was just like me. Means today also he was preoccupied. He was silent but I know his mind was running fast. I was watching out from the window. Why all was new for me? I mean I used  to go everyday by this road, near the parks and this route but all of this was  very new for me.

   The only thing was today, I was not preoccupied. I was calm today. I was not thinking about the office today because I was knowing that I will definitely reach there today on time.

   As today I reached the office, I had one satisfaction in my heart that I sat on the last seat and noticed everything and got to know about human nature. Why to run? why we can't be calm? If you are going to arrive late at your office than you will definitely reach late but why to think that in your present and waste that moment?

   Live the life and every moment of it. Live the present not the future. Future will come and will became the past very soon. Just live every single present moment....

OUIJA - Don't Try This At Home

Introduction:
Happy Halloween. Ouija, a board game, consist of all alphabets and numbers and Yes and No on top corners and Goodbye in the mid bottom. Ouija is believed to be a horror board game and is believed that we can talk to the spirits exist around us. We can play this with our friends in the dark room with a single burning candle by keeping two fingers of each friends on Planchette (the Ouija boards' Pointer, heart structured thing with a round glass) (see the picture given up). And then you have to say 'If there is any spirit behind us then give our answers'. What after this? find it out in the story!


   Night stay at friends' home, best memories ever. But here, there is a horrible memory. I (Samir) live in a joint family. I mostly talk with my cousin Tara. She not my cousin, she is like my bestie. We planned a night stay at our home with our friends. I called my friends, Manan and Amar and she called her, Aisha and Maya.

   After the dinner, we both started fixing our own room as friends were coming and we also took out Carrom board to play with all. All was going awesome. All came at around 10 p.m. We all sat in my room on the floor in a circle for gossips. 

   Mr. Manan brought a board in his hand.
"Whats' that Manan?" I asked.
"Oh, that? its a board game" he said.
"Wow, lets play this board game" Tara said.
"But this stupid got this from a dustbin" Amar said.
"Then what bro? it is a awesome game" Manan replied.
"Oh wow! whats' its name?" I said.
"Ouija" Manan repllied.
A two minutes of silent in the moment.
"Lets' play this" Tara said.
"What!" All shouted except Manan.
   That is the thing, ghost is a good topic, we all wanted to meet ghost and wanted to see the result so after that, all agreed. 
"We have to turn off lights and we want a burning candle in between" Manan said.

  All was sat. All six of us kept two fingers on the heart shape structure and that circle glass help us to see what spirit has selected. 
"If there is any spirits near us, answer us" Manan said. He look like more experienced. 
   The Planchette (heart shaped pointer) started moving. I was feeling like Amar who was sitting exactly opposite to me was moving it. I was watching him with sharp eyes.
"What? I am not doing this" Amar said.
   Amar is a good guy and always speaks truth so I looked down. Who was moving it? It stopped at 'H' and 'I' 
"It is telling 'Hi' " Manan said.
"I don't  to play ahead, I am scared" Maya said.
"No, once you had kept your finger, you can not take it back till we tell them 'Goodbye' " Manan said.
"Then please tell" Maya said.
"Wait na" Manan said.
"Okay, I don't believe that it is true ask the spirit to prove that it is real and we all are not kidding with each other" I said.
"Prove your self spirit" Manan said.
    The Planchette again began to move first on 'S' then on 'A' and then on 'M' then '7' then on '1' and on '0' and then on '4' and stopped. 
"Oh no, I can't believe this, its my password of social media account!" I said shockingly. All were shocked and started shivering .
"What! See, I you na" Manan said.
"Okay, I had heard anywhere that there are two types of spirits, good and bad" Aisha said.
"Okay, So are you a Good spirit?" Manan asked.
   The Planchette started moving to upper right corner to 'No'. 
"Oh shit" Manan said.
"Please end this now" Maya said again.
"Wait, its very interesting, we are kidding with our self or the spirit is kidding with us, Bad spirits, its a joke, hehe" Amar teased in a joking manner. He was continuously laughing and we were watching him. After a while, he stopped.
"Hey, whats' there on your nose?" Tara said to Amar pointing on his nose.
"Where?" Amar asked.
"Wooow, its blood" I said. Blood was coming out of Amars' nose. All shocked and started saying stop this now. All was done by that bad spirit.
"Please wait, A last I want to ask, When, I will die?" I asked
    Planchette started moving and after stopping, it indicated a shocking reply 'TOMORROW'. All was us shocked and continuously watching me with big eyes.
"Guys, its just a game,don't take it seriously" I said but I was scared too. We all moved the Planchette to Goodbye. That night was very horrible for us.

    The next day, the first shocking thing was that Ouija board again came and was kept still on my study table, I ignored that and  I was going very carefully where ever I was going that day. I was thinking if something would went wrong and I will die then? After the school, I was on the road and walking till my home and as the way while crossing the road, one car was coming speedily and I thought that it will press break and stop the car when I will cross, So I, without any fear was crossing the road. I incidently saw my shoes lace which were opened. I stopped on the footpath and wore the lace first. After a while, I got to know that the car's breaks were failed, the car which was going to pass would probably kill me. 

    At home also, I was in the bathroom and came out from there, I was going to lie down on the bed when I realize that I forgot to turn off the lights of bathroom and turned around. Suddenly, a huge sound of 'THOOM' came and again turned around and what I see was the ceiling fan was fallen on my bed. I just survived 2 incident which would have killed me. 

    At that night, I took the Ouija board and fired it in the garden and thrown the ashes in dustbin of my neighbour, I don't wanted to take a risk. But, The next morning, when I waked up, it was on my study table, very fine, very new!

Thanks For Reading, Part-2 Of This Story Is Yet To Come. Stay Tuned!

Finding My Self...

I (Parth), a Manager in INO pvt ltd. I working there from five years. I am thirty years old. Married at twenty six and have a two years old daughter. All is going good, a perfect life. But it is obvious that too perfect is always boring. 
   
    One night, I suddenly realized that all this what I achieved is not what I always wanted too. I am feeling like suffocated. Usually, my wife use to sleep early and I watch television till late. But that day, I sat on balcony feeling the cool wind with closed eyes. I began to remind my life in flashback, I was born in Pune, but my parents sent me to Mumbai in a boarding school. From the birth only, I had many restrictions. The biggest one was not to love. Because of religion issue, they advise me not to love and for that reason, they pushed me in a Boarding school of boys. I had some male friends there. In the boarding school, there was nothing to chill. Like there was no television or anything. All was a radio that was in the canteen. We all use to listen songs when we had our dinner in canteen. From there, I found my passion towards singing. There was a option in dance class; Bharatnatyam and Hip Hop, my parents chose Bharatnatyam for me. I had never an interest towards it. It was not because it was not cool but the dance sir was very strict and he never gave a chance to mediocre. He supoorts good dancers only. For all, music class was a rest time and for the music sir also. But, I use to learn rhyms by my own there. I remember that we had some poems in hindi class and I use to converts them in songs and sing them and learn them for exams. Learning songs were easy than learning question, answers.

   All my friends and students were selecting the fields in which they had interest but my parents never asked me what I wanted. I wanted to sing and want to in arts but my parents met to my teachers and discussed about the decision. They sent me in commerce with a foolish reason that 'He is good in maths but bad in science' but why don't you say that 'He is good in drawings, music, langauge too?'
But there was a imaginery bandage on my mouth in front of my parents. I don't know why I was silent and not take stand. After commerce also, they pushed me in MBA with another foolish reason that 'He can't do CA as he is not good in Accounts'. After BBA and MBA, I got job at twenty five. Yes, I had my love life too but as my activities, phone and bag also use to check by my parents, there was nothing more than a crush. After I got, They said to marry, and like a puppet, I agreed. Arranged married and after two years, I got promotion and a little daughter. Now I am financially secured. I have a good wife who always supports me and my parents thinks that they had prove themselves good parents. 

   But there is something missing in my life. I feel emptiness. I feel like I lost something. I think it is because of my dreams in my life, my passion. Thinking about life, respect and money, I lost my dreams, passion and love. I was just going to cry when I was watching my old photos and I saw a dairy, My secret dairy. It was dirty as I use to hide it in the plants of my rooms, hiding it from my parents. I use to write all my feeling in it which I had not speak up. There were poems and lyrics of songs that I made at that time. But I don't have money and courage at that time to record and publish this songs. I forgot the ryhms but it was composable.

   I took a decision to record these songs and publish them and atleast I can support the people who are going under such condition to speak up and don't waste your life. I think that next days' newspaper was also with me, there was advertisement of a newly opened music class and studio in town. I shared everything with my wife. As always, she supported me. I registered my name at the music class. It was from eigth p.m. to nine. I also use to make new lyrics and rectify the old. 

   It was one month, I parked my bike outside the music class and studio. I was ready to record song today. I took a holiday from the office that day. My music guru and almost all music friends were knowing about my life and the lyrics which were good and energetic. The song was composed by me, written by and was going to sang by me. The first song name was 'Kyu Chup Hai?' (Why are you silent?). All supported me. And the song started recording. Music started. It was three hours but I was not able to come on what the music director wanted. Usually while learning we all sing the song which are already made so it's easy to sing with same rythm but it was totally new. Music director motivated and said "Just remind your life, your restriction and think about the people with whom all this things happen, think it again and again and sing with anger"

   I started singing, with anger and director got what he wanted, the energy and feeling which one get from the song. The song was uploaded on social media on YouTube at night. It's very difficult for a new singer to come forward that was what I got, I fall down. In one week, I got barely three hundred views which were not enough. I was in stress, After all this hardwork also, success was so far.

   I came to music class after my office as usual and started singing. Music director came and said "Tomorrow, be ready with your next song"
"But, my old song has not got views" I said.
"Then what? We will not stop, one day, you will get your success" He said.

   The next day, I was prepared, as it was not the first time. I was knowing how I had to sing. The song name was 'Aawas Utha' (speak up). The song was recorded. The song was busy in editing and was going to upload at night. I was not sure if it will also be in my song list and not get viral. Me, without any hope, fall asleep at night.

   The next morning was a unexpected magical morning. The song was uploaded and gone viral. It got 500k+ views on YouTube and came at trending. Not only that, all news channels were also talking about this song. My wife was happy. My daughter was happy watching my photo on television. My first song also gone viral. I was a star on that day. My song not only motivated students and people like me, but it also helped the people who were suffering from injustice. I also got calls from many news channels from interviews. Till nights, My video got 2.2 million views. Beside this, I got a call from my parents, they said "Sorry, beta" with crying voice. 

   The next day, I appeared in an interview on a famous new channel and I simply said
"Guys, if there is anything going wrong and you can clearly smell it than please speak up or else, your life would be good, you would achieve all you want but at the end, you would feel emptiness. You are not came on earth just to live, settle and die. You are here to finish off you dream than what, if you earn less money from your dreams, there would be a satisfaction in your heart that you achieved what you wanted. Yes, parents are the one who gave birth to us, but its your life so you can atleast 'Speak Up' ".

IF YOU WILL SACRIFICE YOUR DREAMS

,THEN AFTER ACHIEVING ALL ALSO IN LIFE

...THERE WILL BE EMPTINESS

-Yash Kukreja