Being an old, ragged black toy I am cast aside by my owner in a storeroom Where I lie in dirts with musty smell Reminiscing the time when my owner used to hold me close to her chest Never had I imagined that a day would come where I would be replaced with my own new figure Waiting days after days in this dark room I cried many times silently The darkness and silence which was creepy at first has now become part of my existence Only when morning arrives a ray of light falling in this dark room makes me feel at ease I seem to have forgotten what the outside world looks like in broad daylight And slowly by slowly I can feel my body is turning cold ..very cold .. But a day came when this dark room was full of light And I could once again feel the warmth of someone's bosom,a small hand caressing me It brought back memories of my past which I do not want to remember Soon I realized that I got a new owner,a new house to live I am pampered and loved in this new house and my new owner seems happy having me by her side Being loved so much I feel content But somewhere in my heart I still hesitate to accept the warmth of her bosom fully As I learned that I can be replaced and I myself don't feel like crying silently again So I promised myself to never trust and expect anything And now, I feel much calm and safer in darkness than in a house full of light...
Amidst the Himalayas Surrounded by greenery in all directions With smell of Earth in air Lies my hometown- "Sikkim"// A North-eastern or Seven-sisters State It's a place still unknown to many A place of divine serenity Where all religions -Hindu, Buddhist,Christians resides together Home to different varieties of flora and fauna It's a kingdom with many untold stories Here with every Season Comes a splendid view And is truly an abode of Gods // Here lives people who are so called "chinkey eyes" Who are thought to be Chinese and so on Yet those who don't know , we are a proud Indians Who sings "Jana Gana Mana" as national anthem And who fights in border for India // With lofty snowy mountains Rivers flowing by and chirping of birds to be heard everywhere Here lives people who are worshippers of nature // From famous monasteries,temples to diverse biodiversity;Gangtok, tsomgo lake to Ladakh;dazzling waterfalls to virgin forest There are infinite reason for it's beauty to be admired And there lies a desire in every Sikkimese heart to be born in this serene abode in every life...
Come let me tell you my story // You can call me a survivor of acid attack Stop there don't pity me coz I'm a fighter you know The reason of this attack is still unknown to myself "What can a simple girl coming from a middle class background do someone to get this scar of lifelong", I question this myself everyday You know while lying in hospital bed with pain so unbearable all over my body I could hear my family weeping Don't let your imagination run wild coz they were crying not because of how much pain I was in but about "Who would marry me"?and what not Should I think they were worried about my future to keep my mind at ease So my heart will not feel so cold // Finally the day came when I was discharged, they handed me a present for my recovery I guess you all might have imagined what I received -flowers, jewelry you think so It was a simple shawl to cover my face so I may not scare people away but who would tell them that the beast who attacked me is freely walking somewhere without covering their face // The pain of burning sensation is still bearable unlike the look of fear, disgust, pity, hatred in the eyes of people feels unbearable They see me like a "monster" I remind myself that I have to live in this society till my last breath So accepting that look of disgust is the only solution and so with all my courage what I do is "smile" back at their faces // Let me tell you a secret I don't dare to look in the mirror with fear I may not be able to accept myself Yet to face the society so it may not look down upon me I put up a smile If one day I become courageous to accept myself while smiling in front of mirror // Will this society change their way of seeing me? And accept my face like before Will this society stop treating me like a culprit? Will my own family accept me without conditions? Will you all be able to love me with this scar? Will you all let me live freely? I question this to the heartless people of society..
She once had wings, To reach her dreams, With all her might she flapped her wings, To take a flight, But it was not a smooth trail, It was paved of thorns, Responsibility became her hurdle, Roles to fulfill as a daughter, wife, mother, Made her wings weigh heavier, Making her flight uneven, To fulfill each responsibility , Sacrifice was necessary, As the saying goes "If you don't sacrifice for what you want, what you want will be the sacrifice" With every responsibility pulling her down to earth, She herself feels sacrifice is necessary, And so she sacrifices her dreams for responsibility, Fulfilling every roles given to her, She is bound by ties of relations, But it doesn't mean she has given up yet, When she thinks it's time, Like a legendary bird Phoenix rising up from its ashes, She too will rise up above her responsibility, And with her mighty wings, She will take a flight towards her dreams...
I am a caged bird, Wanting to take a flight, If you ask me what I desire the most, "Freedom" is my answer to it, With my little wings I dream of soaring the sky, Eating wild berries and worms with my fellow friends while gossiping about some story, Sitting on a branch of tree I wish to chirp all morning, This is all I can dream about being a caged bird, Whose imagination cannot run wild,
But when reality hits me, My dreams are shattered into pieces, But somewhere in my heart I sigh with relief, To explore a new world after being caged for years, I am scared of what outside world looks like, Coz my imagined world is full of harmony,
But sometimes I myself feel reluctant to leave this house, As together we have made plenty of memories, Shelter, Warmth, Food is provided to me, Sometimes the children of the house play and talks to me, We go for a walk in parks, Only thing is that they are freely walking and giggling, While I am trapped in an iron bar, Coz I am a caged bird, They do not trust me, I question is this a sign of -"distrust", Or do they feel that once my wings is freed, I may not return to that cage, For their puppet show,
But who knows whether I want to return or not more than I myself do...
Sitting in a pavilion by the ocean, Playing zither, A soft breeze blowing by my cheeks, I yearn for your warmth once again, Though there is no hope of your return;
Under such a moonlit night, We once gave toast of wine to moon , So our love may last till eternity, But it faded with dark night, And here I am alone, Watching a moonlit night, Bathing nature in its celestial light, With such serene filling every void heart, I too hope for your return, Writing poems for you to show how much I long for you, If only you would return, Yet with every toast to moon, I await your return to fulfill our promise of eternity, Under this moonlit night which would grace our promise with a toast of wine...
#martyrsoldier#sadlullaby #pod Far away from a village lies a meadow, Which was once a battleground, Villagers has a myth that when dusk falls, Sad lullaby could be heard afar, The saying goes that it is sang by a mother of a martyr soldier, To put his son in deep slumber , Caressing his hair and cheek, She sings till dawn, Knowing that he will not wake up at all, Yet she sings with all her might, As it is her motherly heart which does not want to give up , And wishes for him to call her "Mother", After he finishes his nap in her bosom for one last time..
People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centred Love them anyway If you do good , people will accuse you of being selfish or having ulterior motives. Do good anyway. If you are successful,you will win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway. Honesty and frankness makes you vulnerable Be honest anyway. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway The biggest people with biggest ideas will be shot down by the smallest people with the smallest brains . Think big anyway. People favour undergone but follow only top dogs. Fight for some underdogs anyway. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway. Give the world your best anyway. //You see it's not be score that somebody else Keeps on your life that counts in the end , it's the score you keep in your life that makes the difference///
Written by unknown writer.
But I got this from cls -8 book back cover page .... Because it hited me in another way. Pic credit goes to the rightfull owner
One, then the other, then more and more piece by piece, I leave myself in the ghost town. And I'm going down, cold, like in the ashes a log.
Piece of me is still out there, somewhere in a bunch of crumpled smiles and make-up looks. There, where the morning dresses in purple the roofs. There, where are no more amateurs with rented costumes and cheap roles. There, where I stopped dreaming about spoiled doll's. And I'm lying cold, like in the ashes a log.
One piece of me is still confused somewhere by your growing up and obligations. Where the world fell asleep before us, and where, at least for an hour, we had our first dream together. And one piece stayed where my songs made sense, and my dead hands wrote black letters on your white body. And now I'm lying cold, like in the ashes a log.
Piece by piece, by piece, I leave to your memories All I have to do is see you tomorrow, and move your mind, the way I know. And all I have to do is bite your lip for some new year while burning balloons fly over us. And all I have to do is leave piece by piece in the fog and i'm lying cold, like in the ashes a log.
Yaar agar 90% ke neeche aye to zindagi bar mom dad taane marenge .. and galti se bhi bahut zyada achhe marks aa gye na toh mere dost meri jaan le lenge Yeah, both the parties already warned me about these bad outcomes when i told them ki UNKI MANGE ZAROOR POORI HONGI (their wishes must be fulfilled). Arre kaise poori hongi *me banging my head* and thinking.. konsi ashubh ghadi thi ki maine aise promises kar diye
Love will find you, in desert fields, in lust for water, when your skin burn by sun, in an endless amount of sand, she will come with a slight sigh, like a light wind from the north, and you will not hear her name, but you'll know she was life's worth. And while in a trance instead of water you imagine her kiss, you will call persistently "Miss...", "Miss..." And you will fall asleep with the most beautiful dream, as her hand touches your face, and you'Il dream of the ocean's swim, as her hand still leads you to a nicer place. everything becomes mystical, like a magician's trick memories flood in, voices mute in shady, and you feel a gentle pinprick, as you drop your voice "Please help me, Lady" With all stenght open your eyes, you're traveling somewhere west, her sweet face smiled slightly and her voice as the most wonderful music "Sir, you need to rest"