Living with the people who,
Love me the most. Yet!
I don’t find,
Myself,
Fitting in the table seating,
Sitting with everyone in the hall,
Losing myself with every cheer!
They know me.
They have known me.
Do they know me?
Now!!
I try to find myself,
Like a drop of water,
Tries to find itself
In a huge sea of people.
They serve me my favourite,
Food which I loved once.
Now, I would like to cook,
a tasteless loaf for myself.
Just to see,
Am I still here!
हर मौत कयामत होती है, हर मौत पे आँसू बहते हैं।
तुम धर्म पूछते लाशों की, हम दर्द पे मरहम रखते हैं।
भूख
भूख लगी थी उसके बच्चों को, और पिट रहा था वो।
आज जंग दर्द और पेट के बीच थी।
निकला था वो सर पर कफन बाँध के,
आज जंग जान और पेट के बीच थी।
कुछ लोग पूछते थे नाम, कुछ धर्म,
आज जंग इंसानियत और पेट के बीच थी।
लो छूट गई आखिरी साँस भी दम से,
आज जंग एक बाप और पेट के बीच थी।
A student asked my son,
‘In which school do you study?’
‘Tulip Academy’
‘Who is the principal?”
“My mother, Mrs Shilpi Shikha”
I own a small preschool, which opened on birth of my son Yuvi. And today when he proudly presented it, it filled me with joy and pride. Its like I succeeded in what I wanted. I got my son’s approval.
Love you baby
Very innocent question from my student….
I was teaching little ones about national animal, bird, flower etc… One of them stood and asked,
“Ma’am which is India’s national movie?”
Before I could answer one of the kid shouted,
“Its Kabhi Khushi Kabhi gham”
We looked at him puzzled then he explained,
It comes on TV everyday and it has national anthem in it.
So this afternoon my neighbour came to my home. She looked pretty exited.
She had brought a Rishta for my Brother in law.
I asked about girl’s educational qualification?
Her answer put me in trans for a while.
I am using her words here.
“Girl has gotten good grades in INTERCOURSE.”
l was lying on my bed. all the lights are down. room is filled with cozy silence. I turned around and kissed goodnight on forehead of my 11 month old boy. suddenly my heart is heavy. who will he get inspiration from? wo will teach to dream big?
whose words and acts will motivate us to do something big?
Today evening my whatsapp beaped, ”former presedent Dr. APJ Abdul Kalaam is no more, RIP”. It was shocking.
How?
he cannot…..
Is this a fake message? please let this be a fake message. please God.
but sadly,
It is true. Unable to sleep, I cant stop thinking about it.
all we puny human can do is give him a hearty tribute.
so,
I request everyone to PLANT A TREE… in the memory of Kalaam. I think he’ll be happy if we give him a green tribute.
Kalaam did not die. Kalaam can not die. he lives with us, in our heart forever and evr.
#greentributetokalaam.
This poem is my favourite from the famous Nobel winning ”Geetanjali” by one and only Rabindranath Taigor. These lines are so touching. Everytime I read this book, I perceive something new. I hope everyone enjoys it just the way I do.
I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side.
The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face
my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.
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Why it happens,
People who mean a lot to you,
Forgets to mention their love.
And you forget to care about people,
People who cares for you.
Why it happens,
You become upset when your team looses match,
But you don’t remember why your brother is sad.
Why it happens,
You enjoy so much in other’s party,
But you forget to celebrate your sister’s little achievement.
Why it happens,
You know everything about someone sitting miles across.
And you don’t have a clue about your neighbors.
Why it happens
We act so selfish all the time.
And complain when we see someone act selfish.
Why are we so blind
Why can’t we see through
Why are we not happy,
Why is it so tough.
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