The greatest shock of her life 

Both of them were classmates 

He used to smile at her 

He tried to talk with her 

But she always hated and disliked him 

The reason that he was imperfect person disliked by everyone 

His academic performance was too low.

He just managed to pass to the exams.

He disappeared just like feather which got isolated from a bird flying in the sky.

Her efforts paid her

Her dream was fulfilled 

She dreamt of serving soldiers who fought for their motherland 

She got admission in Armed Forces Medical college 

Years passed by and her dream of becoming a Doctor got fulfilled.

Immediately she got posted on the war front 

Her first patient was an able officer who had fought with all his might for his motherland and won the war.

He was seriously injured and hit with bullets in legs and hands 

It was him, her classmate which she didn’t like 

She had never thought that she would meet him in this way.

One by one she started removing the bullets stuck up in his hands & legs 

At the same time she was also removing all her misunderstandings and misconceptions about him.

Good feelings 

Have a good feelings for everyone.

Good feelings for others are like ointments that heal wounds and re-establish friendships & relationships.

Good feelings are generated in the mind, are transmitted through your attitude and are reflected in your eyes & smile.Smiling opens our heart.

When you do not upset yourself thinking about how others must change & instead you concentrate on your own change.

Lost

I feel that 

I am lost 

In a crowd of known people 
Every one knows me

But no one 

Interacts with me 

People just pass by

Like vehicles moving on road 
Many times 

I feel 

Have I done something wrong 
Many times 

I feel 

Did I hurt someone unknowingly 
It’s very a very bad feeling 

Can’t be expressed in words 

Crossed fingers 

I cross my fingers in anticipation

I pause myself scared in hesitation

For I not know what the future brings me

My feelings gone wild.. is the world gonna agree or disagree

☆☆☆☆
I trudge through the lane, alone and silent,

The starless night glares back at me,

The eary silence zooms in the air

Even the tree leaves seems scared to move…

☆☆☆☆☆
I search the sky for the moon for company

But neigh do I find

Where has all the company done

As i trudge on feeling so alone…

☆☆☆☆
A little star blinks from far

Atop a building so high but afar

I walk on gazing at the light

It gives me the way and a peace of mind

☆☆☆☆
Is this the silence before the storm I ponder

My fingers crossed for the best

Too scared to let it go

I trudge along feeling so alone

☆☆☆☆

A gentle breeze wipes my sweat

Is this the hand of the Lord or natures play

The fragrance of flowers in the air soothes my soul

And I slowly gain the confidence in each of my steps

♤♤♤♤♤♤♤

I soon come to the end of the lane

Refreshed to see the face of my loved one

I slowly removed my crossed hands

Relived and happy to have come to the end of the lane

Classroom memory 

This what happens to the board in classroom when the professor forgets to take back the chalks and the next lecture is free.

My naughty friends didn’t even spare me even on the classroom board they have written about me 

Painting myself 

I will paint myself,

As an empty attic with secret passageways opening into the clouds of red, blue and green colour.
As a window sill, where a writer would sit and spill his ink onto the intricate corners as he would lean on to make love to his muse, to his diary.
As flowers, half blossomed, half dried, the ones with a never ending fragrance.
As the broken idols kept in the shrine, obscured by the others, the ones that nobody ever comes to worship.
As a briefcase, the one whose lock nobody ever tried to open.
As the frame of memories, shrouded by dust and dirt, over time.
As the half burnt, half damp journals.
As the candles, extinguished midway, not certain of what happened next to them.
As the broken china vase with blood staining its sharp edges. (Don’t know whose blood!)
As a clock with no hands, no idea of time and era and eternity and infinity.
As the candy floss packet that looks at me through the shop’s counter, the shop that I no more visit.
As the broken utensils in the kitchen, fungus and rust eating over them.
As the wardrobe which used to be my hideout, the one with the rats and spiders and lizards.
As a mermaid, lying among the woods of dark rainforests, leg over leg, waiting for wimba and mahogany to fall down someday and let this shimmery skin be burnt into the sun light, turning down in to the ashes.
Or perhaps, I will ask you to paint me as me and not look at what I painted of me, for I too would never look at what you would paint of me.
[HOW WOULD YOU PAINT YOURSELF, IF YOU COULD?]

Hope ! Its very important 

4 candles burnt slowly. Their ambience was so soft that you could hear them speaking.

1st candle

I am peace but nowadays no one wants to keep me lit. Having said this the flame of peace candle diminished gradually untill it went out completely.
2nd candle 

I am faith but these days I am no longer indispensable having said this the flame of faith candle disappeared to nothing.
3rd candle 

I am love but I don’t have enough strength to stay lit more for a long span of time. People put me aside and don’t realise my importance.They even forget to love their dear ones and those who are very close to them

Having said this the glow of love candle flame begin to weaken gradually untill it became nothing 

Suddenly a small girl entered the room..having seen the first three candles no longer burning, she began to cry.

“Why are you not burning?. You are supposed to stay lit till the end. 

Then the 4th candle softly spoke to the girl.

“Don’t cry my dear little girl. I am hope and while I still burn we can relight other candles too” 

The happy girl with her shinning eyes took the candle of hope in her hands and lit all the first three candles again.

At peace 

Clouds of Pain Shadow the night

I try to Wipe it off with all my might
But the storm is too strong to stop

How will I bring all the sad things to a stop.
Agony and hurt fries my heart

And in this crazy world I play my part
Sands of Time becomes still

As I stand still on atop a hill
Suddenly a little butterfly touches my hand

And the gentle breeze shuffles my hair
The sweet fragrance of the flowers fill the air

And the Sweet melody of the birds seem to come from beyond.
The mists around seem to protect me from pain

Is this God’s way of telling “I Care”?
The positivity of the situation dawn on me

There is always a light at the end of the tunnel
I stand as a tiny speck in the wide wide world

All my problems seem to be small and tiny
The sweet caress & peace… I feel of HIS presence

And then I spot a lake at the distance

The lake seem to be heart-shaped or so I think

Is this God’s way of showing his love for me

How can I be alone is this big world

When he is there to share it with me
There are surely no unsolvable problems

There are surely no unbeatable problems
The showers of Blessings from heaven wipe down my tears

Surely there is hope lying ahead
Hope for a better tommorrow.

Finally I am at Peace…

Mangoes 

Summer Mangoes 
Summer mangoes , jungle joys

A perfect food for girls and boys

With cherries and some seedless-grapes

I just ate two, much like the apes
The peels slide off like silken sleeves

And what a gift that one receives

The sweet, delicious, golden juice

The gods must favor, I deduce
Summer mangoes for my lunch

What fruity madness…munch, munch, munch!

Where have you been all of my life

Apparently the season’s rife
With the goodness that you proffer

I, indeed, accept your offer!

For, you are never hard to find

You’re beauty simply blows my mind!
Summer mangoes,  yummy treat

Such delectation while I eat

I swear, I could have ten a day
The vendors on the streets 

Bless me with these luscious meats

So, take a bite and feel the sun

Rejoice that summer’s just begun!

Summer mangoes, I won’t neglect

The pleasure that you do effect

Would it be a tad dramatic

If I say I feel ecstatic?

You came into my life so late
Why were we not close before?

I must research your native lore

Summer mangos, tasty friends

That help my body sing and cleanse

I dedicate this verse to you

Deservingly, it is your due!

Oh mangos, please accept my art

I praise you with a loving heart

But, don’t be jealous if I try a

Tempting, lush, and fair papaya…