My dream, my words!

Aims and ambitions they say,

One or the other we knit up

Basis of what the others’ say

And those we fantasize with

In the end it is the same

Service to mankind either way

To sustain self and the others

To be frank for a remuneration

Few of the many do chose

Their dreams or their passion

While many of the few

Enmesh in the daily chore.

What I do was never I dreamt of,

But in the nature’s lap,

Within a classroom of possibilities

I saw my writings read and pondered upon.

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Life far away!

This is your moment,

Go and fetch it

A strong voice within

Emerged out of nowhere!

Like a mirage

On the thirst street

Did it disappear

As if never there.

Far away it seemed

That place would be better

Ran to it to find again

The dismayed desolation.

What is that lacking,

Or the gravest sin we did?

The stillness at every turn,

Tolerance we never denied?

Life is just far away!

The white flowers…

Though the day had started off too early, it took a bit to end. Strolling through the empty roads of my workplace, these bunch of flowers shed off the weariness of the whole day, letting off the unfitting worries and spreading a candid atmosphere within the onlookers.

A writer not a nurse!

We had a chapter with this same title in our English course of first year of nursing. The lesson was all about the experience of a nurse with one of her patients. It was really overwhelming and a tip for me to stay back and endure the whole nursing course. Ofcourse it was bit difficult and I am happy, I got out with good scores! What I want to convey through this post is life takes us to the places where we are ought to. As said, Man proposes and God disposes! One need not worry what we’ll be upto. It is all pre-written.

I rebelled with everyone and it took myself to such a dreary position of my life that I started hating it. During these days, I noticed that it was not my profession that held me guilty towards my life but the thought. Later I started correcting my thought in each move and there I regained my own self! I took to writing alongwith my profession. Hectic though but I feel refreshed after I scribble down something!😊

Sister’s time!😍😘😘

Born to a super-strict, disciplined and reserved family, they set a secret instance of the perfect sisters among the generations. Fighting back their own struggles, they possessed a rejuvenating skill, wherever they planted a smile- the souls did remember them. With the Almighty’s grace, they were held high before those who considered them a rag. Yet they have a heart that forgives and move on with utmost care not to hurt anyone. Above all, the attitude of letting go the things when they are in dire need was put into us by our beloved mothers which is keeping us outstanding wherever we are. Proud to be one among us! Love you my dear sisters! 😚😚😚

In Protector’s hands.

‘Bye.. bye…good night dear God’, a six-year-old me said while going to sleep beside my mother. She didn’t really like me bidding good bye to God. She then corrected me there and then and told me to pray like this,’ Dear Lord, thank you for this beautiful day you gifted me today and as I am going to sleep, be with me and protect me so that I may be able to wake up to praise your name once again’.

When I go to sleep each day, I remember this prayer and pray silently thanking God for everything and also thanking my mother for bringing me nearer to my God each day.

There He held me up

Darker the vicinity visioned, weakest of the bunch fell, Lonely, tired and almost dead, In search of an unseen might.

A might unmoved, mightier than the raging sea, A might often forbidden, A might of strong love.

Devouring the darkness, He pulled me out again, Never forsaking, even hurted again, A tender, adamant love.

He opened my eyes, And led me through, For He said, and I found, The Truth, The Way and The Life!

Does she owe you more?

Smile was she adorned with, Had she stayed near, She wouldn’t have changed, Tumbling over and over again!

Never focused for herself She sought joy in others’- who touched her heart, leaving unhealed scars.

Easy, it is not, To be happy, when you aren’t, Letting go the moment, you are dying to stay back with!

Hope is what they say, They need from her, A hope that shatters , All her linked hopes!

What is it they want? Placed unto them, All she could afford! What else does she owe you?!

Being a writer!

Out of all the subjects in the curriculum, I always picked up the english texts, as soon as the new books arrived for the new class. I used to flip over the pages and see the pictures in them and among which I chose the colourful pictures and then read their stories. Gradually, i would have completed reading the whole book before i entered the class rooms. English teachers have been my favourite of all times!

I got an opportunity to do my higher secondary schooling from my native place where the literacy rates reach the toppest of all. Here the scenario was a bit different than the earlier schools where I had been. We had 2 english papers, where 1 was the normal prose and poetries whereas the other was grammar. Pure grammar! We could easily go through the first paper but the latter one was sometimes fatal! Anyhow most of us cleared both the papers at the end of the year.

What inspired me here in further cultivating my interest in the language was my teacher who taught the language. He always had a story of his own to start the day. Perhaps the story might be a fresh one from his imaginations yet he made us believe it happened a moment ago. We always cherished his hidden grin, happy to fool us with his made up stories. One of my poems describe him as Grandpa, where I tried to have his sketch in words.

What he taught us was, when you speak or write, the audience or the reader should be able to have all his senses on our words. That is, the people should be able to see, hear,smell, touch and if possible taste the written matter in their imagination. Such effective should be the writing. In addition to that, reading should contain something that make them create a curiosity in them to know what happens next.

Anyways, the regular readers read, what the actual writer inspires is to make the other ones too.

Happy reading and Happy writing and Happy blogging too! 😄