Tuesday, 16 January 2018

Life


  1. No sign, No hope of bieng alive

  2. No residual trace

  3. Of this life would revive.

  4. Survival was hard to embrace

  5. But, death could not replace

  6. The soul, which was still united

  7. To a body, life was never invited.

  8. It was a fact but more a choice,

  9. Which echoed in a soundless voice

  10. An account of a journey,

  11. Where soul unites with the peace

  12. And body, deep down in the earth cease

Tuesday, 23 February 2016

Mystery


She was a mystery.
Her actions differ from what she said. Her wants never reflected her needs. Her thoughts were miles away from what she was. Her true self did never come out but She seemed a nice person. Knowing her made me realize, She was not what she seemed to be. She was a mystery She herself could not understand. She was a puzzle Of which pieces were lost. She does not what she says. She says not what she wants. She wants not what she needs. She needs not what she desires. She desires not what she gets. She was a mystery too hard on herself And a lot too hard to understand. The more I tried to solve the more I was tangled. The more I wanted to know The least she wanted to tell. I would solve her and reach her Enlighten her with her own self. She needs to know, Mysteries are always fascinating and I was drawn to that fascination.

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

Giving up already?


"Was it a tough day?" She was asked.
"Yes. I already feel like giving up" She said in a low voice.
GIVING UP?
"No, I can not stand the drama.  It's hard to stand when you are disrespected. I can not stand to see myself so vulnerable." She said and left.
She looked at herself in the mirror. SHATTERED
She remembered the first day when she decided to choose her freedom over any other thing. She recalled how confident she was.
She fought for herself for the very first time.
Yes. She was strong.
But time had changed.
She could not relate herself to the woman who was confident, strong, and who fought bravely.
Each person she met, would break her down rather than building her up because she decided to live for herself.
She never thought it would be so tough.
And now that it was she decided to give up.
She walked to her room. And picked her journal up.
The first entry.
"I would stand up for myself no matter how hard it turns out to be. People would break me down. But I will stand up again without anyone's support. I have to be there for myself. And I will be there for myself no matter what phase of life it is"
 She smiled reading her first entry. And she was contended that she did not give up.
She slept knowing that she would not give up.
Yes, she was there for herself when no one was. And she kept her promise of not giving up. Because she knew each day would be a battle ground. And she will have to be ready to fight.
It was not just today's story.
Everyday she thought of giving up. And everyday she was there for herself to assure that she do not fall down.
Yes. It was tough. But she was contended.
:D

Thursday, 22 October 2015

An unlived dream. :)

She wanted to fly like a bird over the clouds. So high that when she looked down, she could see how small this world is for her. Her desire was to touch the clouds and build her own castle on them. But do not mistake her desire for a castle with her greed to become a queen. She never wanted to be a queen and she also never wanted to rule over.
All she wanted was to fly. Fly the way she had dreamed. Fly like there are no limits, not because the sky was endless but because she wished to explore what was beyond the never ending sky.
She believed in destiny but she also believed that she had the power to shape her destiny in her own hands.

Yes! She wanted to be a bird and she wanted to FLY.
Between all her desires and all her dreams, there was a fact that slipped off her mind.
Birds are not allowed to fly in endless sky rather they are kept at place which ends before it begins. 'The Cage'.
There life ends up pleasing the one who owns them and their dreams are devastated before they are built.
But yes. She could struggle to get out of that cage. And she still had the choice to dream.
But another fact was the birds which fly are shot up there in the endless sky.
She could not live but just stay alive.
Her desire to built her own castle died.
She realised even dreaming was a sin.
.
Either she had to follow or die.
Either she was owned or she was shot to death.
Crushed.
But hope arise. She knew she will fight till she turns into dust pile.
Let her rise. :)
 

Wednesday, 26 August 2015

Humanity

It's a hipocratic world we are living. Were we talk about right and wrong and good and bad. We tell others not to do wrong things but we ourselves do the same.
I've seen people talking of kindness. And I have also seen then performing the acts of the so called kindness.
I've heard how they they talk when they see a poor handicapped. I've seen how they react when a poor little lad beg them for money.

So, here is a TRIBUTE to all those who talk about kindness but ne'er in their whole life have done a single kind thing.


 HUMANITY

Their tounge do not get tired
Speaking of humanity
Which is un-wired
Form task they do
And acts they perform
Holds a difference in a form
They say not what they think would say
Spoken words lies far away
from thoughts built up in mind
Are malacious, nowhere near to kind
Hipocracy runs in their veins
And a world were irony rains
They talk among seeing a handicapped
"Oh poor fellow! In life he is trapped"
He comes to them begging for a penny
For a meal for the day to fill his belly
"The loon asks like we have his money
Foolish person! Go find some other body"
Yes he is trapped in a lunatic world
Where personality  is measured in costly jewels
Where kindness lay on the verge
To extinction it would soon merge
Oh! Wise old man find some way
Oh! Almighty  bring that day
Where humanity rules their heart
And all the heart throbbing sorrows would depart.

                                                                                       By: Shivani Pal




Thursday, 6 August 2015

A Soul Brought Into Existence



A Soul Brought Into Existence

A soul brought into existence
Un-acquainted with this worlds appearance
Identical to the moonlight
The little soul is pure and bright
Oblivious to the kindness
And beastly acts lead by blindness
Is engrossing a journey to life
But would desire his own way to survive
Born where he can't take decisions
Is told to follow others vision
He is taught each day
But ne'er allowed to learn
He knows to yearn
But not how to earn
Will grown up, into
Somebody he has ne'er known
In order to carve out the best
The world would make him like the rest
That desire and fire, will be lost
And his life will be the cost.

Monday, 3 August 2015

FORBIDDEN



Forbidden
A place so small
From my world 
Where I belong
Have I been deprived
From mine own life,For nothing,
 but cruel creatures pride.

I am placed here 
Like a work of art
They come and stare 
And then depart.
Born I was to
Swim In the sea so vast
And here I lay, 
from my own kind outcast

There lay a wall
Which stand so tall
Through which I gaze
Out to a room
Till the very day,
I meet my doom

Ah! Poor me !
Will I ever revive
To my own life
For nothing, but mine own
Way to survive.   
                             By- Shivani Pal