This Holi won’t be the same

Hello Bhaiya,

I will finally have a home this holi. Remember how we use to muse about the holi celebration all the time. As you know, this holi I am moving with my new family. They have said that I’ll have two caring people whom, after four years if my life, I have to call maa-papa. I’ll also have an older brother.

But bhaiya , this holi won’t be same. I’ll miss those small packets of sweets which you use to hide from me. I’ll miss those hide and seek for colours. And also, the long lasting wait for new clothes.

Bhaiya, you were the first thing I saw when i came in this world and living without you is difficult and different. Though I am moving out, I’ll miss the holi spent with you, Monu, rinki and others in the NGO.

I’ll have home, new clothes , many new colours, family to celebrate, but I won’t have you. This holi will have same lights, sounds and colours but it won’t have your shoulders on which I use to see those.

There are new colours adding to my life, but I won’t forget the stain of old ones. I’ll miss you.

I wish you also get a family soon.

Your little sister

Dear Younger me

If our mathematics marks reflect our true calculation skill, then you must be some where in class 12th.

You are growing up young lad.

I know there are lot of things going in your mind. Eventually they’ll not be true or are very meager. So chill.

You’re intellient, you’ll do good.Push little more and you’re there.

So stop, hark and FOCUS.
Good things will happen to you
Always be good to people and be thankful. People are good, try to understand them.

Don’t make enemies, all are friends.

Life is about to go on a nitro boast mode
So watch out for turns and twist
Do leave your lane and Explore but always remember your house.

Don’t take pressure. You do go when you are cool.

Enjoy that back bench.
You’re gonna miss that.
Don’t fall for girls. Somewhere in the journey till here they will happen. So be relaxed

Listen to everyone but do what you think is apt for you. Ultimately it is you, who has to face consequences.

Think and act but don’t over think.

You are about to meet new people and make new friends. Cling to them. They will remain. Don’t lose out on people. They are inherently good.

And Always remember, Life is Good.

I wish I could be more specific and tell you the mistakes and regrettable incidents, but life is a game without CLT+Z (Undo) . So just FOCUS.

You have amazing and worth three years.
Use it well.
Learn, make mistakes, Explore but always FOCUS.
With love and anticipation
Your elder you

It’s Winter Again

Again the leaves have started shedding.
The air tastes chillness
And the vision : Bleak.
Sun had scattered its last ray of warmth
Home coming bells were knelling.
He rose, looked up and exclaimed, “Winter has come, just like the last time”.
And started packing his belongings.
Memories of his lost love was as fresh as the setting winter
Around the same time, an year ago
Winter had set in in his life, Forever.
He rose up, wore his jacket, and with his belongings
Plough the home backward.
The journey was same, the destination wasn’t.
The loving await-full eyes changed to lonely teary ones.
And greetings are reduced to dark barren walls.
An year it has been and nothing has changed.
The milieu was same, the setting alike.
The silent eerie had grip the surrounding.
The light, the degree, the vigour
All were down.

Is the spring of his life, too far ?

Masterpiece

“Long time , no see”
Told my words
“Welcome to the old glory again sir”
The sarcastic pronouncements echoed.
It has indeed been quite some time.

 

No diary, no pen,
My words were furious,
they had reasons to be.
After all , all my acclimation are because of them.
Content writing, blog, posts etc etc.
They have been an amazing companion.

 

They won’t come
Stuffed with anger, my words retreated.
I tried and again tried
After plethora of vainless attempts,
Joyous reunion initiated
Marking the home coming of warrior.
A masterpiece was in making.

She

She is the perfect half
for I am so dilapidated.
I wish I am that tiny lily
In her garden of flowers
That she admires,
For one rendezvous with her
Means entire life time to me.

I wish I am that stone in the sea,
which my mermaid brushes everyday
Pinned at a position,
I can peep at her
Because she be the ocean of my deserted world.

I wish I could be the blind of your window
So that I can gaze at your
Morning, natural beauty
and be fan of the creator
on such magnificence.

I wish I could be a small occupant
in her rich world of vastness.

Rain

 

72 hours; 72 hours it has been.
Rain has taken no name of stopping.
He; with moist eyes looked up,
With dabbled clothes and dirty feet
He moved.
He knew, he can’t afford to stop.

The traffic light was a stagnant red,
But he knew it was an indication to hurry.
Deserted city and flooded roads
With vision dropping; made it worse
Nature had conspired against them.

The rain poured in more,
So did his feet on the ground.
The crawling changed to trotting,
Drizzling to pattering
And breathing to grasping for breathe.

His feet, her breathe and the rain
All had increased.

Almost when he thought he made it,
A mankind invention: a truck
Ferociously unknowing of our protagonist presence
hurdled through he emptied flooded ways.
to hit him.

The rain vanished.
The breathe vanquished.
Red colour veiled the streets.
Nature synced and synced well.
To end it all.

 

But the first rain of the season had more.
A new offspring was ready for the world.