Not too far...

"Where is she?"
"Not too far"
"When will she come?"
"she is not gone anywhere, she is with you"
"Why didnt she tell me before leaving?"
"she didnt leave u, she is with u.."
"then why she is not hugging me, why ant I see her..?"
"she is listening to you., she is seeing whatever you are doing.."
"is it really so??"
"yes, SHE is not gone far."
"Then Maa..!! plz come to me,
hug me to make me feel ur warmth,
take me in your lap, to make me sleep,
kiss me to wipe off my tears.
papa says U r have not gone too far.,
but he hides his tears while saying so,
come back to make him lie better,
come back, dont go too far..!!"
~~ A brief consolidation of a 4 years old child and his father conversating while the child's mother was being graved...
the world is still a place where love lies in all sall happiness that is cleanly snatched by god soeties, before we even know about it...
The child lost his mother, when she was crushed by a speeding car while crossing road in front of his school, when she went to pick him up.....!!!

The isolated mob..!!

heaven showed a gloomy mood as I asked a permission to get in.
No grudges, had a glitch of isolated mob with fonts similar.
with the fear & gloom of getting in or out of the gate,
we hold hands to shred the scene of being unfamiliar.
had they made us stand for some more wait,
the most familiar of unknown faces had wackyness of blue..
the social animal had socialism carried in eternity,
just the pose of expression changed.
now the fear had glimpses of getting parted,
the entry gate had question mark of no real face..
only the mob at the gate of heaven made it understand
the searching heaven in hell with social glare...!!!

not just lonely..!!

like the flies of rain,
pain of birth carried till demise.
'twas not the chandelier of happy nines,
but giggles often broke the gloomy ice..!!
had the fame of love started flaunting its shades,
the dusk of Brida had been a dawn..
with tattered chair in the lawn,
my lamp of love fumed just on wicks...!!

why did I actually cried..??

Paddling my cycle to school,
was a fish of ocean trapped in a pool.
Returning, I had a lession in my mind,
when a girl in rags diverted my sight.
Recalling the Moral science decided to give her free education ,
on the sheldon's side, dreamt of prized appreciation.
as the newspapers would say 'young child's effort to educate nation'
the idea flew in and was awake whole night.
unlike all the days, i left bed early and paddeled to her house.,
the croud assembeled at the place gave a frown on my eyebrows...
Alas..!! she died few hrs ago, as a car hit her crossing the lane,
I saw the headlines fading in vain..
people thought I cried because she died ...really..??
Even I dont know what was my real pain..!!

Both steal... and both needs just some coins...!!

Is it fate of Nation or fault of Nationals....

I kept silence to hear who was actually remembering me, what can I say more I continued to be...

Failure or sublime image of forthcomming smile ...!!

This post is not exactly any story or point on for a single matter, this is just the feeling of a mind that creeps in while I am the least busy person in the whole world. So don’t expect any actual point as “center of mass” in this post.
When I was in sixth standard, I read a poem by Emily Dickinson titled “Success is counted the sweetest”, I never understood the true meaning of this poem till I faced a failure in my life. I pray that no one faces any failure but to know the real taste of success it is very necessary to be unsuccessful for at least once. A person who has always topped in school, high school, college can he ever understand what is the real happiness of being the topper..?? No..!! But If I get good result after I failed in the last one then that happiness can’t be compared with any other.

This was a mere example but in life we face many forms of examinations, many tests. But sometimes I think how far is this statement verified..! This statement actually calls for a real optimist person in life.

A person who associates the betrayal of his girl friend with a thread, ”its good that she left right now, at least she didn’t betray me after being really late” . May be some people thinks it a height of optimism but I say it a gud thinking, bcoz now that he has realized the real scene, in this state if some one who really loves him enters his life then he would be much more happy than what he was earlier. It just bcoz he has seen a failure.

In other words its good to se some of the instances as being unsuccessful because that brings in the capability of being a true person who has seen all experiences. The only way what was shown to the Great Ashoka was a thought given to him that, “Till the time you continue with only victories, you can’t be a good leader. To become a great leader you should know what is the taste of defeats”. A person who wins after losing something can only know the real price of that win.

It may appear to be a merely good excuse of consoling self, but whenever I feel like am being unsuccessful, I never get depressed or frustrated, instead I get a small smily curve on my lips imagining the day when I would beat this day of failure. I get an eagerness of being much more successful just to be Happy one more time, as last time I was when I tasted my success after I failed.

This is my way, wonder how you all tackle with this situation..??