Lessons of Life (LOL)

He wanted to be mature, Without hair above his lips, He could do it, He was sure, Before the time slips. Catching a fish from a pond, Showed the honorable sign of maturity, And improved his daddy’s bond, With him, he had the surety.  Abhorring to be caught by the chin, Detesting being called a baby, He wanted to grow up like his kin, Fully fledged he wanted to be. Looking at the glistening water, With his sparkling eyes he sat, With a whole lot of matter, And a fishing rode on the mat. Glancing upon his aim, With wasn’t reall...

Their roads crossed. A definite time, measurable journey and limited aid. Pre-planned incidents, and unseekable strength. But, their roads crossed. Tied to strings, to the hands of Him, puppets they were. They met because He intended them to. A definite time, measurable journey and limited aid. Yet, they met, to yield something greater. Out in the heat, tired and exhausted. Walking their paths, with their own motives. Struggling through it, until the glimpse of a shade. A definite time, measurable journey and limited aid. An old tree with each leaf so defined, Exhibiting it's power to render a cool shade. And, hadn't they walked bravely enough, To rest under it and converse to get closer? "I want to gather the power to complete the journey" Her aim was well defined like the leaves, His was like the waters in the roots, "I want to go up, to my maker."

I saw others on the branch too, they were there to fly, I was there to learn, to practice and try. They all have 2 wings, I didn't have the other, I resisted for a while, but, then, I recalled mother. All I wanted to convey, was that I was wholesome, It was no misery, no laughter stock, And, the time had come! I stumbled, I admit, I tried and I failed, Yet with mom as my other wing, Strong I was hailed! Again and again, I did try, I fell, I got up, Trying to touch the sky! Seeing others on their own, I did back down, Only to come back again, with more motivation and less of a frown. Stumbling, falling, getting up, went on for years, Till one day I could fly Leaving behind all my fears. I flew silently, But it was a loud gesture, No one spoke that day, covered in silence's vesture Yet everyone heard, What no one spoke It was in the air beneath my wings, And it's effortless strokes. I was independent, That's what they hea...

As the first drop of sun Poured down from the fluffy clouds, It was the time to spread my wings and fly off without a doubt.  All the birds twitched their tails As they prepared for the flight And one by one they soured high in the sky, But my wings were coiled tight. I was different from them all, 'Injured' as they called me. So, couldn't I fly I asked mom, "Was I going to live differently?" And all the birds did come, They flocked around me, Some mocking some grieving But none could help, absolutely no body. I didn't want any tears, Neither any mocking, It was simply my fate, My path on which I was walking. I did surrender once, With agony, distress and despair, Without any independence, any freedom, Why always with tender care? Why was I treated that way? Always so differently! By everyone except my mother Who has her faith in me.  She made me do everything,  that other birds did independently, So couldn...

Circulating fan. Dim lights. Silent air, And a knife. "I want to die. I cant take it anymore!", says she, "But, I don't want to end up in this suffocating room! I want to taste nature before I leave. I was born out of it, I'll die with it!" And, she steps out of her house, into the bright, soft sunshine. Slowing walking, and expressionlessly observing. She carefully crosses the road as she wants to have the sole right to kill herself! With her knife in her pocket, she heads to the park which was blessed with unfrequented visits. She takes the mere bench there and tries to relax. Three deep breaths and a long sigh. Hovering butterflies. Bright sunshine, Fresh air, And a knife. "I want to die. I cant take it anymore!", says she "Okay, I think it's the right time." One last time, she stares at the beauty of the nature, unnoticed by most due tot he fast life of today. The glimmering pond, and happy flowers give h...

During the 16th Century, there existed the most successful reign of the Mughal Dynasty, Akbar's reign. The just ruler made it a point to have the features of peace, prosperity, and  religious tolerance amoung his people. Always, he tried to appoint the best people to his court so that his regime could be served well. One day, Abul Fazal, the most important courtier of Akbar's kingdom, put forward the idea of 'Taswir' or paintings before him. While he described it as a magical art, murmurs went around the court, criticizing the new development as any ordinary person is expected to do. However, a king as accommodating as Akbar, never loses any chance to rise about the ordinary. At once, he accepted this beautiful idea with much courtesy and told him to capture in those colourful strokes, the glimmering concepts of Mughal life. To shush down the critics, he ordered Abul Fazal to showcase a sample of 'Taswir' soon enough in the next Royal Meet, and the ...

So young and innocent, It was our little baby, Being tested by God, Deprived of you and me. The test was so harsh, It was for the old and wise, And, my little newborn baby, Was going through it, with his cries. You could not be there to save him, But, nor could I be. We were both separated, From each other and our baby. Walking on his all fours, And still stumbling, he went, And sat in front of the fires, So tiny yet independent. He sat there looking, With his innocent graze, At the fires of test, It was such a tough phase. It made me cry sourly, To see him this way, And you couldn't hold me, You couldn't even stay. Our baby was tiny, But, was pure and strong, Sticking to righteousness, Not going on with wrong. I couldn't help but wait, Only you could rescue our baby, And at the right time, Could you both come back to me. The baby was our LOVE, Strong yet new born, The fires were the DIFFICULTIES, Which sepa...

You are just being yourself, And that's the best thing about you. When I see others, So superficial, so cheesy, I just thank God, Because I have you. We are different, Not strange, but unique, Not like the others, We have something greater. What not has stood against us? What not has kept us apart? But, when have we ever been broken? In real sense, never is the answer. How did it sustain, I wonder and look back, And, I see two loyal people, Just being completely pure and loving. Whatever may come our way, We'll not stop trying, And, one day all odds will favour us, Because our God is with us. Thanks for just not playing, And for being so pure, You light up my life, And I love you, because, You are just being yourself, And that's the best thing about you.

I've been sitting here alone, With scars on my soul, Each one blaring it's own story. And, if you listen to them all, You will know why I fall, And never achieve any glory. One of the scars scream out loud, I'm not even a proper part, Of my broken family. Another scar chants how trivial I am, Not quite capable, It says, truthfully. And, the largest scar at my heart, Talks of my lover - my last hope, Leaving me abruptly. And when I tell my people all that I face, They say, It will be okay. How will it be, I question! Oh God, look at your creation! No one comes here to stay. It hasn't happen to them, so they don't understand, They just say, It will be okay. But, I know it won't! Never can it be! I've been scarred for life, Hardened without any love, completely. And, I've been sitting here alone, With my scars on my soul, Each one blaring its own story.

Words are your specialty, And I want them as my quality, Look how we met, Is it the reality? I've already acted clumsy, Have shown you I'm crazy, You've impressed me like none, Is it the reality? It will happen if it's meant to be, But, what if it's not baby? You are a feeling inducer, Is it the reality? I don't know how, not even why, But this feeling is making me cry, Is it the reality? Or the time to say goodbye? It frightens me, I don't want it to happen Even though you are not taken. You don't want to be. Is it the reality? Am I awaken? It's one-sided and may remain, If only I could just refrain, Is it the reality? The question gives me a strain.

Washed innocence off her face Pumped sensitivity out of her heart Defeated, fallen, and broken, Weak and lifeless she was. The situations demands so, Her God did too, Society asked for it, While, her soul cried. Her vision blurred, Her head spun , Her heart sunk, Her soul blackened. She sat there waiting, For her prolonged end, Knowing her rotten fate, Desiring to live, not to survive. Turning into a beast, A little more each day, Or adapting to her surroundings, Leaving behind her dreams.

Dad woke me up and told me to get ready as we were about to leave Chandhigarh for home. Yeah, I delayed the schedule again. It was a long car ride again. But with more steep slopes!  Nothing much happened on that journey. My brother practiced his driving skills, I was my PJs and had to even get out of the car several times and saw people staring at me of course. We remembered we left our photos at dads friends house. And I sat in my car clicking photos, missing LOLers and so impatient to get home. This trip was different indeed. I was mature this time, had a phone with myself, was quite independent and had consciousness. I captured each memory to take back to my LOLers. And I had a quality family time. Now that was some trip!

It was the "  Gaiety Hall  " . We went there and were directed to a stage hall. "Dance?" I thought. "Vaibhav!"I thought. Then a forty year old man came near our seats and tried to get the attention of the whole crowd there. "Nah, no dance"I thought. " I am the instructor and will tell you about this hall built in the colonial times." Said he. "Nah, no Vaibhav." I thought. And I giggled as Vaibhav couldn't be there anyway. I was missing my friends and LOLers a lot. I hadn't been away from them for so long ever. Anyway, so the instructor started off. He said the hall was built in 1887 by Lord Irwin. It is one of the 7 existing halls which are left from the colonial period, and it was still in use! Blah blah blah went on the man. "And now you can explore the place". Oh my gosh! I was glad as hell because I love to do these explorations! I felt exactly like a tourist! So I went off to the stage a...

As the first ray of the sun broke out through the fluffy clouds my dad was up and was trying to wake up my  brother & me too. We were too exhausted of walking up and down the lanes the previous day. So, we were determined not to  open our eyes till we really wished to. And so my dad's plan for the day was delayed again. My brother was still asleep when I got up. (My room in Shimla) I brushed my teeth, saw dad growling about how lazy we were and nodded at him. My dad was  quite  hungry and so, we...

Day 2 April 2 Dad woke me up early in the morning and told me to get ready because we were going to head to Shimla, in a local transport, like a bus or something. I was lifeless. I woke up but then, went back to bed, on the verge of tears because I was so unwell. Dad told me not to cry. I nodded and I went back to sleep. I was so unconscious after that. I would go to sleep, and dad would wake me up, buck me up in vain and let me sleep again. Then, I remember telling my dad that I felt pukish again. "That's not possible, Khyati." Said he. "I gave you medicine last night. You won't vomit again." I nodded an 'alright' once more and the next second, I threw up again. It would  have been very funny at any time but that! So, he let me rest. Then, I remember waking up every now and then to eat some homeopathic medicine. Our whole plan had turned out to be shuffled due to me. Dad was unsure about  going to Shimla even. It all depended on me, he h...

April 1 commenced with no foolery but a very serious exam for me. It was the so called life decider said the people around me, but frankly I didn't give a damn. It was the exam to get an admission to a new school which I wasn't interested in at all, and I had informed my dad about how lightly I was taking the exam. Thankfully, he had understood. So, the exam went horrible but I really didn't care! Just when I came out of the hall, I told my dad about the same and he told me not to worry and prepare myself to got to Shimla ( a hill station) for a trip then. Okay, perf! Soon, my dad, my brother and I had packed our bags and were all set off to the road in our car for the trip. We were first going to stop at Chandigarh. It was a beautiful journey of life. I couldn't see any porch areas but I saw several farmers and their green fields too, of all kinds of sizes.  I saw not only people and places, but their cultures.  In the middle of all those open fields,...