kanya

        The Fault Is In Our Stars (After one year of break when they met) He: You seem to move on. She: Kind of. He: Was it so hard? She: I don’t know what to say. He: What was the worst part of being apart? She: The day you left me you took my soul and all my happiness away from me. He: What hurt you most? She: I don’t know from where to start. It was not just those lonely nights, endless tears and painful memories that hurt me; it was knowing that I won’t be able to trust anyone again in my life. It was the broken trust that I had in you. It was holding on to memories and believing that your love for me was true and you will come back. It was pushing me into darkness. It was seeing myself deprived of all the love you had given to me. It was missing my own smiles and deadly silence that killed me bit by bit every moment. It was hating everything because everything around me had memories of you. It was sobbing silently in the dark nights and thinki...

'Shipra, Shipra, Shipra.... where are you???' She came running, shouting my name, inside my room like a storm, breathing heavily when I was engrossed in the world of words reading Inferno by Dan Brown . I looked at her. Her face beaming with happiness. A big grin stuck on her lips. Her hazel eyes, shining brightly. Her hairs flowing unevenly hiding her face partially.  She came and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back. She was breathless with her excitement.  'What happened?', I asked. Even if I hadn't asked I knew she was going to tell every bit of it anyway but I asked just to keep her enthusiasm. 'Shipra... you know what finally I have found the man of my dreams.', She was blushing like a teenager girl. 'He is such a sweetheart. He loves me more than anything. He promised me all the happiness of this world. He promised he will protect me from any evil of this world. He makes me feel like a princess. There is no one like him. I know he will kee...

                      *I Am Angry * I'm angry at the tears hidden behind my fake smile I may com e out strong as rock but inside I am so fragile... I'm angry at the healed wounds, which left scars on my heart They are healed for others but for me they are as fresh as a dew drop... I'm angry that I am unable to gather the broken pieces of me The more I try to gather them, the more shattered I feel... I'm angry that my heart still skips its beats when I hear your name I know that things have fallen apart but my love for you will never change... I'm angry that people are stranger to me even after we meet As if we are forced to encounter and pretend to be sweet... I am angry that no one will ever understand what I mean Even if I pour my heart into words and scream... I am angry that knowingly I put my life on stake Thinking that I have people to save me was my biggest mistake... I'm...

I wish you knew The smile that I wear is a lie It's only to mask the pain inside The real one is lost in the past The place where we drifted apart... I wish you knew My heart cries when I think of you No one sees those hidden tears The moments when others think I am smiling They don't know how much I wish you to be here... I wish you knew How painful it is to pretend that I am strong I have no words to explain what is wrong No one knows that I am dying inside And I wonder, like this for how long I will survive... I wish you knew In your absence I feel so empty and lost Your memories stalk me like a haunting ghost My lips murmur only your name all the time I miss the moments when I was your and you were mine... I wish you knew I can never be again on my own Tears accompany me when I am alone Every one thinks now I am set free No one knows I am trapped in the chains of misery... I wish you knew My all dreams and desires belonged to you No matter how har...

School is known as ‘Temple of education’ from ancient times and teachers are considered as God in India. But are they able to maintain their dignity in present too? A dead body of an employee of the PGI Hospital, Lucknow was found inside a government-run school premises at Bahadurkheda village, in Lucknow. Reports say she was sexually assaulted and brutally beaten with some blunt object. She was dead due to excessive bleeding. In another shameful event a six year innocent girl of class 1 was gang raped by her gym instructor and dance teacher within the school premises of a well known school of Bangalore in broad daylight. Isn’t it shameful? Where the Indian culture is going? What excuse would you give for this? She was not wearing proper clothes? She was roaming with the wrong guys? Or she provoked the person to rape herself? It’s India, where the rapist is never at fault, it’s only the victim who is responsible for such brutal  act. Statistics show that rape is the fastest grow...

            You’re Not Alone "The Castle"  written in big italic golden letters on the black graphite nameplate. How beautiful it looks. After so many prolonged discussions we’d decided this name for our newly built bungalow, two years back, before getting married. The memories of the day are still fresh when I came here after marriage. It was lavishly adorned with colorful flowers, illuminated with countless lights. Two years have bygone. It still looks marvelous. I close my eyes. Some images appear.  I’m wearing a red saree with matching golden blouse. My wrists are filled with red bangles. Intricate heena design is applied on my palms till my forearm. There are silver anklets in my legs. The tinkling sounds of bangles and my laughter are adding melody in the air. I’m running down the white marble stairs. He is running after me to catch me. He is just a few steps away. I turn back and tease him by waving his childhood...

जिंदा हूँ मैं अब भी, चलती हैं ये साँसें आज भी, धड़कता है दिल अब भी, मुस्कुरा देती हूँ मैं आज भी, मगर.... मगर.. कुछ भी नही, हाँ सब कुछ वही है, बदला कुछ भी नही! आज भी कभी यूँ ही बिन बात मुस्कु...