It's my way!

I felt for him without knowing; Without understanding I think about him this time, And all day and while I have nothing to say. Nothing for crave I have him just him. They say I live for him, My love is filled till brim. What about him Will he ever know his sin?  Will he ever come to you? Or is it just your ecstatic woe! But I say I have him just him. I know he will never come, I know that he will come My mind is fickle Till the time he come and tickle How does he look like? I don’t know! But he is there ‘Cuz with his each breath I survive.

If being pauper is my crime, Thought the painter in his mind; Then atrocious is their sight. Waking up to the glittery land That everyone has transcend With the money minded band. Nothing to eat, no reason to breathe All are working as a creep Who only breathe to cover their needs? I went to color their ashy brown world Full of dusts, filth, and eyes-mould; But did not commit a crime so bold. They saw the color wasted But not me who lie ghastly He laughed and she held her curl hastily.  He died! He Died! Cried my wife Poor she unable to understand their naïve They said “pay us for the paint he wasted and stop crying”.

Following is a write-up dedicated to the stage that most of us go through, College anxiety and problems- He entered into his college not predicting the next four years of his life. He was just 18 years old- young, jolly and vivacious. He was so inexperienced that he hardly knows how to stand on stage without stammering and shivering. So in his first semester of the college, he decided to explore himself. He performed a dance at college event when his seniors asked him there is no performer in the event and you have to perform. So he performed in his own freshers’, where he was to be welcomed, standing there performing for his own classmates. This made him more confident and in the next performance he taught his non-dancer classmates to dance. Well, his classmates refused to accept that it was him who has taught them so, and probably they could have done the same without him. Smiling forward and forgetting the event ever happened, he moved on. He held mic in college's fest ...

You juggle, swizzle, struggle in a muddle, knowing that nobody wants you to giggle. One comes fight and goes, without understanding their goals. I stand here in the mist of darkness, unconscious, unaware of the brightness. All are running for something, whereas i lye wandering and adjusting. The buzz of mosquito is audible, but my talent ain't recognizable. Such cagey, such naive the world is, I have forgotten to trust on my mascot that i always believed in. -Depressed Mind Thoughts

“Father, father, father”; cried the two little girls, one with straight hair another with curls. Both wore that cute little red dress But he saw in it their future address. “why do you care for us so much? when you know we’ll go one day and prepare lunches!” the fat round daddy twisted his whiskers, who could not answer his two li’l listeners. he raise them soft and mature adorned them with jewels and furs while dropping his tears and bidding them in palanquin he said looking to their grooms “SO THEY TREAT YOU THE SAME, MY QUEENS.” This poem is a deliberate attempt to the upbringing of the daughters as "soft" and "mature" because that is what exactly Indian parents expect their daughters' upbringing. So keeping in mind that scenario, i have constructed a poem like this. :) 

Most of us start our day in haste. We sip the coffee and then finally rush to our daily course. And the whole day goes on without doing any exercise or physical job that at the end of the day makes us feel tiring and also obese. Also some of us intake protein shake, syrups, medicine or may be some milk component to boost our energies. But do we hardly understand the meaning of exercising the body? Oh! Talking about jogging, running, yoga, gyming and may be other potential ways to increase our efficiency will be so mundane. Because we all are busy people living our hazy city-life and we don’t have time for that. But mind it we have all time to party and obviously anytime to eat food. I am not trying to be ironical at this hour of time. But I am actually just showing you the true picture of your daily life. That how unjust you are doing to your body. Waking up early and enjoying the morning is seriously not enough. You need to be more .But what? This essay is an answer to this...

People ask me several times why i always chose to write an articles that in some or other way link to feminism.  Well! for one obvious reason that i am feminist  and secondly that there are only few men left specifically in India to trust over. Being born and brought up in Delhi and then seeing it transcending into an atrocious place to live (obviously due to gang rapes, robbery, eve-teasing and unhealthy environment for women etc). Thus the vigorous reaction come out towards all men through my articles. Though i do respect men who respect women and their equal space in the world. But talking to my few friends i just realized that it's not only men who want to dominate women but also the women themselves feel lovely being dominated. It is almost true to Edward Said's comment over blacks, that blacks feels subjugated of white, it's never the whites who want to undermine them. But talking psychologically, in case of women, men asked them to keep away of the important works b...