I bow down to you

Her laughter, her grace, her presence & embrace

lights up a house...life...& every vacant space

the moment she take off her eye from you

anxiety grips without any clue

poised is she folded in serenity

little did she say when you hit her dignity

a master of patience she always proves

when nothing is undone to call her a "loose"

she accepts it all with a passive smile

to know her, be in her shoe & walk a mile

No less has been written about Kiran Bedi, Kalpana Chawla, Indira Gandhi, Aishwarya Rai Bacchan on women's day, but while writing the above lines trust me none of these names struck my mind. Who all i was reminded of are :

My Grand mother, who married a freedom fighter, a life tossed on the orders of British Government. She rescued him from the brutal hands by hiding him under her train berth for a day.

My mother, aah she gave it all to us irrespective of how mean we get with her at times.

Young "Beauty" who arrives with an infectious smile to clean our home everyday.

Mamta, who would not miss a piece of dirt on road even in her 7th month of pregnancy.

Honestly, these all ladies has been an epitome of dedication & fervor in whatever they do. They signifies strength, power, positivity, elegance to me.

Stay powerful & keep radiating your eternal strength. 

Will you dance on my tune ?

Oh how i wish

                                                                                                           

you to be soft as silk

creamy & fluid so much as milk

with power of tons to stay at your place

no matter how brutal be attempts to debase

Pic courtesy : Google

How i dream

to turn, twist and toss

touch of red to make you gloss

sometimes a bun, a sloppy curl

& some layers to add to the whirl

Pic courtesy : Google

Now, when i see

you losing your roots

                                                i skip a breath, my wish gets dilute                                            

ends get split and not to be displayed

and who is to be blamed for the grey shade

Pic courtesy : Google

Oh i go sad

when i see you dry

worse it become no matter how i try

oiling doesn't help, wavy you get

magic is lost, or you want some "set wet"

Pic courtesy : Google 

Only when #doveplay  comes to help

my long lost hopes gets some feed

                                        soon shall be the day when you ll be freed                                        

left-right, up-down will i make you strewn

you will be flawless, dancing on my tune  

Pic courtesy : Google 

                                                 
                                      (The dove play song - Make your hair dance on your tune)

    (This post is written for #doveplay contest conducted by Dove in association with IndiBlogger)

Are we all good ?

With the kind of bold and open society we claim to be living in, why do every other silly & carefree comment on us make us feel offended. Why do we never miss doing a mouthful publicity of all, without giving it a thought. Why is it such that the lines drawn of dignity & respect is being rashly passed over. People we do trust turns out to be a snake in sleeve in no time. How come after being betrayed for long, we just could not develop a sure-to-do test for master minds. 

In fact how could we ?

Are there still any checkpoints to be verified for the people we meet, to ensure guaranteed safety & security, both physically & mentally. Every time we develop a structured methodology to judge people, it's futility laughs at your own face. I personally don't agree to the idea of judging every one. Is it not good enough sometimes to get along without forming opinions. Yes, it is. But these days, its equally hard to go hand in hand out in bright daylight than it is for a night out. Either day or night, sin is every where. It's getting increasingly depressing day by day to see people turning their back to their virtues. 

No consideration-No values-No humanity. Though our clothes proudly declares "Being Human". 

When our rulers lectures the world about the majority of youth in our population structure and promises to be a super power in years to come, at the very next page you read about a suicide committed by a college-going vibrant girl because her Bf doesn't took her call. Yes, its true. Is it the youth energy & power we rely upon ? Why is every other teenager a victim of abuse, exploitation and breakdown. Why do girls have only option to wear high-heels instead of a high held head. Why is every girl conscious of a male presence by her side when she walks alone. Scary it is, isn't.

Time, no doubt has advanced a lot but since every boon comes at a cost, this time our physical & mental well being are at stake. And for that matter, lets not forget that a deformed mind is worst than a deformed body. The outcomes are deadly. Its nothing better than a chronicle disease which has no vaccination for its remedy. 

So, Stay Strong to fight it back, never let it overcome. Stay positive. Be Good & do good to all.

(This post is no Janhit mein jaari message. Its nothing more but an array of my thoughts.)

Hold on to HOPE

Hope..

were you asleep when i called you last
i am seeking for relief your presence imparts
all fingers are at me & i am blamed                                  
dirt is spoken without a dash of shame

looking around i see no escape                                        
throat gets dry, reasons lost their ways
fake are the words of sympathy & solace
their twisted smirk never do lose its place

i long for a breath, with morning dew
when i can forgive, forget & get anew
I quit to care & cut loose connection
"you all will be past", i hopefully mention

Kya aap bhi serious rehte hai !!

Meeta gave herself a last look of admiration. Her careless green top, slipping from her inviting shoulder, perfectly matched with blue skirt, flaunting her effortlessly dazzling figure. A hint of kohl & a touch of gloss make her look like a diva. "I promise to make this date unforgettable" - she said to herself.

Picking up her blue tote, she stepped out of her flat. "Oh gaud, these grumpy aunties again" she exclaimed in a voice loud enough to make the bunch of clad in 6 yard cloth, look at her. She tried looking the other side, sparing her the to-come-well wishes. 

"Arey beta aaj kaha chal di ghumne" the leader asked in an kadak tone doing a head to toe surveillance. Determined to avoid any dreadful situation, she kept walking & replied "kuch nhi antie bus friends k saath dinner". 

Auntie A almost blocking her way - Arey ye konsa naya hair color lagaya h..bata to zara. Mein ne to chinki ko saaf mana kr diya ye sub krne ko kal ko koi kahe "ladki ko bigad diya".

While Meeta tried to recover and smile weakly, Auntie B - Aaj kal to yehi sub chalta hai bhai, roko bhi to koi maanta kaha. Wo kya kehte h "cool" ban na hai naa to ye sub zaruri hai. Aur kuch nhi sub TV ka kiya dhara hai dekho naa serials bhi A Grade aate hai. Bade acche lagte hai ka wo bed scene yaad hai, mjhse bhi nhi dekha gya.

Meeta again tried her best to escape with her "Acha antie chalti hu" when suddenly the leader spoke again - Aur ye akele rehne wale baccho ka to pata he nhi chalta. Sub man marzi karte hai. Abi dekho to meri mausi k bhanje ki beti bina bataye live-in mein reh rhi thi. Wo to parents surprise dene pahunche tub pata chala. Such kahu, aisa kaam to aaj tak pure khandaan mein kisi ne nhi kiya. Mujhe to apni shreya ki badi chinta.....sob sob....hoti hai...endless sobs

Not losing a moment to be kind Meeta offered her sympathy, looking at her watch. Nhi auntie, aise thodi hota hai. Aap chinta mat kariye.

Auntie B - Haan Bhabhi g, har ladki aise thodi hoti h (glancing at Meeta). 

Meeta - Still standing with them, dumbstruck, looking around for fresh air. She is already late by 20 mins. She took out her smart phone and was about to answer her whatsapp when the dormant participant activates.

Auntie C - Aaj kal ki to baat he kya kare. "Wo" b bada common ho gaya hai. Bacche bhi aise baat karte hai jaise ki koi aam baat ho. Apni pichli building mein jo wo doctor hai naa keh rahi thi ki aaj kal to 17-18 saal ki ladkiya bhi "us k" liye aati h clinic. Meeta beta, tujhe bhi to mummy papa ne pure vishwaas ke saath yaha rehne bheja hai naa kabhi unhe dhokha mat dena beta. Tu to jaanti hai naa building mein aur bhi bacche hai unpe kya asar padega.

Before she suffocates any more, Meeta opened her bag, took out Cadbury 5 Star, grab a bite and offer the rest to #conditionserioushai anties. No more ready for an endless thank you mourning story, she turned to leave. Just before she drives away she called out -

Auntie date pe ja rhi hu boy friend ke saath. Aur haan, boy friend apni building k 5th floor pe he rehta hai:)

This post is written for #condition serious hai contest hosted by cadbury 5 star in association with Indiblogger.

If given a chance...

Unlike the usual love stories of present age, Mine & Tanmay's relation has always been without those extra greasy layer of explicit romance. PDA has never been our forte in spite of trying our best to look like an inspirational couple among crowd. We two look like "so-very-normal-friends" while our coffee dates, dinners & long drives. Our so-called-romantic encounters has always ended into a hearty laughter getting us tears with a post explanation session of "why do we try this even !!!!". And in an attempt to get this as smooth as my skin (after all, i love myself), i have terribly failed making it worse than before. Yes, i always plays the spoil sport when it comes to get lovey-dovey. I am well aware of the precious pain my man takes each time to flatter me with his "residual fancy genes" but my "ever shining too realistic genes" always let it go for a toss. Very few has this unbeatable capacity to grief for "Yellow dal" served on first dinner date...*face plam*. Rest is all history...

This valentine week suffered too. Yeah, he tried to make me cupid-stuck yet again with his proposal on "Propose Day" and I as usual gaining a better rank with every attempt, thrashed it badly :(. Poor soul, he should have given up much before. Unaware of the severe repercussions, this season of love is going too dry & deficient to be associated with the worldwide celebration of love day. However, an idiotic me displaying my art of "all teeth out" recently committed a blunder in conversation with him. I renamed the Valentine Week  as per my convenience & here it goes :

Day 1 - Rose Day  Annoying day

Day 2 - Propose Day Some more annoying---Whinnying day

Day 3 - Chocolate Day Sarcasm day

Day 4 - Teddy Day trying-to-be-good ending with complaints day

Day 5 - Promise Day Ready-to-pounce day (not to mention, pouncing out of anger)

Day 6 - Kiss Day Explaining love---Are we still in love Day

Day 7 -Valentine Day Self realization Day (ending with a promise to get back Romance. For me at least to respect his attempt of romancing)

He has still not come one with the facts written with a perfect detailing tone. But no sooner, he would read this my evening will turn adventurous. 

PS : Who says courtship days gives you best memories to be cherished forever !!! I have still not got any moment comparable to our not-official dating days. Those days of "cooking stories for a day out, conscious of the fact not-to-be-caught" were a bliss. If given a chance i would like to live it once more....after all jo maza chupane mein h wo batane mein kaha...

Though i have been the same from the very first day but these days blaming it all on the forthcoming shaadi makes it easy for us.

Yellow

Oh dear Yellow, come to me

for you make me warm
and the air get reforms
you spread light and brings in twilight                                      
wings do open & world revives
                                                                                               
Oh dear Yellow, stay with me

friend, your presence is always adored
figures gets to hit just the right chord
with you, starts the blissful day
water flows seamless while the daffodils sways

Oh dear Yellow, you are mine

your merry face gets me a beam
cheer me up & life looks-like another dream
when you play your game on my face
i stand with my might, for the earth to embrace

Oh dear Yellow, make me full

get me your eternal energy fraying all dull
lit every corner with smile & lull
be my tee or else a clutch
coz your touch make me yen for much


(Today is Basant Panchmi. For the matter of fact, i have not done any pooja or had anything Yellow to eat. To me, its just a day when people wear yellow and i love to see lot of it around. Yellow, is my color.)