Inseparable

If you are body then I the blood.
I am already married to you in my heart of hearts.
No one in this world can separate us, God has not given that power to human beings.
We are born to become one, one day.
I thought love is just an attraction but now I know that it is all unique above all human feelings.
I have devoted my soul to you may you do whatever you want.
Under the shadow of God's grace that thy shall be there forever.
Now separation is Impossible.

You are the chosen one.

Year after year rain comes and goes,
It shower’s its holy blessings and down it flows.
Countless drops fall from the sky,
Countless people come in our life.
Selected drops fall only on you.
Selected people touch your heart and soul and go.
You are my beloved chosen by God and only for me.

Everyday Sun rises in the east, but the best shall fall on you.
Everyday we walk miles on this earth, but no part of it should ever betray you.
There are countless forests in this world; I wish no one of them should astray you.
These magnificent oceans that seem like hunters to me, I will never let them drown you.

It as been long that I waited for you.
I wonder at the full moonlight, which falls on you.
Hold my hand and make me your wife.

Give me a kiss and I promise I will be there all your life.

My Accident

It was an early Saturday morning and we had morning school. I was on my way to school on my cycle. My school was three km away from my home, it was very cold in the morning, and I used to go alone, alone because I was a shy girl to make friends.
I would have been one and a half km away from my home. The road was clear without any traffic I was the only girl cycling and nobody could have hit me unless I was destined to, soon a bike rider came in form of my destiny and hit me hard and I fell down on the ground. Some guys came and supported me and moved my cycle towards the footpath and made me sit on a stool, I thank them. Till that time I was only thinking of going to school as I was getting late and my school was very strict and latecomers used to get punishment. Some women came and surrounded me breaking my thoughts I heard them saying “Oh poor small girl is bleeding, look at her chin” “Hey someone bring sugar for the girl to stop bleeding. Someone asked me my telephone number during those days we were not much familiar with mobile phones. We didn’t have any telephone at our place but our neighbor had. I gave them my telephone number. After half an hour my cousin along with my father reached the place. I was tears in my father’s eyes. I couldn’t believe he was crying, crying for me? For me! During those days my father and me didn’t share any kind of sweet relationship, there were few conversation between us. I used to be scared of him. I could never imagine that he loved me so much; perhaps he was scared of the situation he himself had met with a devastating accident year’s back and would have never liked his own daughter to be in the same condition.
I was fine after few hours and doctors had to stitch my chin, I still have a mark at my chin. I was not able to eat properly for few days and I don’t remember the pain today, but I can never forget my father’s tears which were for me.

Spectator

I am a mere spectator, now I am in Hyderabad but I used to work in a different company where I had several friends and some of them are still too. There I had a friend called Abhishek. A friend and now for whom I am ashamed.
Abhishek was in my team and we were very good friends to each other. He was married to Smiti and had a little daughter of one and a half years. Smiti belonged to highly rich and sophisticated family of Mumbai based businessman. Abhishek was from a lower middle class family and Smiti had married him when he was a jobless fellow, we can say as usual love is blind. They had eloped and now were staying in Kolkata; we thought everything is fine, as you would think.
Once we came to know Smiti had attempted suicide and had killed her 18 months old little daughter by feeding her toilet acid, I was taken aback. We thought she was a psycho and hated her as much as we could, just imagine a mother kills her daughter, how cruel? We also got to know that Smiti used to doubt on Abhishek and thought he had an extra marital affair however we knew Abhishek was a nice person and he cannot do such an offence, how could a wife say like this and blamed her for her nonsense. In front of police we all spoke in for of him. Smiti’s Parents tried hard to save their daughter but all in vain, she was found as a murderer of an innocent and now she is in a criminal asylum where she will be all her life. The case was resolved and we were satisfied that Abhishek was a now free from the murderer. What a shame on these kind of woman suspects her own husband and kills own child.
Now as matter of co-incidence it was my last day in office and I had to collect my reliving letter, I was going by the lift and it got stuck, I bargained to climb stairs rather than waiting for it to get in the working condition again. I had my letter and was coming down I got to hear something and bent towards the corner and found Abhishek with Lumbini one of our colleagues, was in his arms and she was clung to his shirt, they were kissing each other I was dumb found and didn’t know what to do I walked briskly came to home from that day till today I feel guilty of myself that how cruel I had been to her indirectly that I had also given my report to police and now thought about poor Smiti. I wish this could have been a story just as you might be thinking but it is true and real as you and me. I am and will be guilty all my life!

I still miss…

Now I am married and have kids of mine.

But I still miss the days when I was only 9.

Now I stop fights between my daughters.

But I still miss the quarrels with my brother.

Now ask my kids to study.

But I still miss making my teacher’s comedy.

Now I ask my students in class to keep quiet.

But I still miss dancing in the rainy nights.

People say time is changing.

But I would rather say it’s rotating.

Its true what goes around comes back around!

I am safe.

You are the roof , you are the wall.

You are my home you are my pal.

Let my lips meet yours.

Let me quench the thirst of my past years.

You are my God and I am your slave.

I am alone and I know you are my ultimate cave.

Purpose & Pleasure

I think I was born with a purpose, a purpose to search something, a purpose to search the enlightenment of the heart, but today I find myself lost in the crowd.

In school what I wanted to study could not study, because I was not given such opportunities. In family what I wished to do could not do because I was not allowed to do.

In the fight of agreement, disagreement and opportunities I had already lost my purpose of life.

Someone told me “Your life partner is your life”, I thought maybe he would be able to help me to achieve my purpose in life. The day came and I was married and I came to know … my emotions will be buried like roots of a tree and his pleasure will be given more importance everyday. Just imagine someone coming to bed making you naked and enjoying your nakedness. Is that the thing for which you were born? I don’t know about you, but I thought I was worst treated than pigs in a slaughterhouse.

The purpose was still lost and I came to find a child in my womb. Thoughts came to my mind maybe the child made from my own blood would help me to reach my purpose however he chose his own way and went away. Now I am old and waiting to die I have lost my purpose of life. My request to you is to fight for your own respect and never get dissolved in others pleasure.

Fast concentration means purpose not pleasure