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

Sunday, 25 October 2015

Be a LADY.


Every girl has story of how she turned into a lady.
She was barely 2 when she was given a Barbie doll to play with. And when she went to a toy shop, she saw a bat and ball. She asked her father - 'Why can I not play with this?'
'Because you are a girl' was the answer she was given.
In that moment she hated being a girl. She hated not being able do what she liked. And in that moment she realised that not everybody is equal.
She wanted to cross all the lines and all the boundaries. She wanted create a new world where women were given respect.
Seeing the world she realised not every man dominates but the majority holds dominators.
She figured out that -' He who has seen his mother being dis-respected would never dis-respect his wife.'
But there are secrets that this world holds.
Not every boy cares about his mother.
The one who are good are good by heart.
The one who are not are hard to change.
The one who are in the middle do what they are told.
It's not just about boys or men that dominates.
It's also about women who are in power and do not understand pain.
It's also about women who judge other women.
If women can't stand for each other they have no right to ask people stand by them.
Because if being a lady you can't understand pain and calls another girl a slut. You are no lady.
Because lady stands for courage and honour.
And stands against the evil.
And if you turn out to be evil, you are no lady.
Respect each other.
Do not stand to hear another girl being called a slut.
Because it's you who have start and the world would come along.
Be a lady and stand for a lady

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


I've always been told, if we have to live in this world, we have to work according to the society. And if we don't, we we'll be thrown out like some trash.
What does society tells us?
I'll answer this question.
The society tell us what to do, what decisions to take, how to live.
Society is ironic.
It says that the world should mind it's own buisness but at the very same time it tell every one what their buisness should be about.
It takes decisions for us.
Even the most important decisions are not our own.
And if by mistake, we choose our happiness instead of the society's way to live we are thrown out. As if we don't belong to this world.
 The world decides for you before  you enter it.
And at the end, you end up doing th same- "DECIDING FOR OTHER'S"

Here is a little poem.
Hope you like it.

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

Freedom is a big thing. Who doesn't crave for it.
Even  a brainless creature when placed in a cage tries to get out of it. And why should it not do that. Everyone on this earth wants to live the way they want. 
But ever wondered about those creatures who are forbidden to live just because they are way to much enchanting.

Ever seen fishes in an aquarium. Magnificent. Aren't they?
Of course they are. After all it cost their freedom for the decoration of our houses.
It is indeed an irony that everyone craves for their own freedom but when it comes to other's they hardly pay a heed.

This poem is a personification.
But more a metaphor for all creatures who are captured for their beauty.
Hope you like it

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







Life, Writer, Poetry

Hey. Well! Hello everyone. I'm Shivani. Of course you have read my name already but a formal introduction is must.
So. I am Shivani Pal. I am a seventeen year old teenage school going girl. I belong from a typical indian family. But somehow, i love my family. Who doesn't? Yeah! Things go a little upside down sometime but family is family.
Everyone might be wondering

What made me start a blog of my own?

That's certainly not a tough question to answer.
I've always wanted to be a writer. I feel them cool. Yeah I know most of you might find writers boring but according to me they are the best kind of personalities born on the earth.
 They see the world much more differently then normal people do. I think writing is all about appreciation. A writer  appreciates everything. From sunrise to sunset. From greenery to a barren land, from the shades of sky to the darkness of night. There is never 'NOTHING' for a writer. 
And so is the case with me.
I want to be a writer and I want people to read what I write. To know how much beautiful this world we are living in is.

And nothing could be better then starting a blog of my own.

So, here goes.

My First Blog Page


A POEM written by me.

A Mourning Seen

An old lady wan and pale
Her skinny hands lift up but fails
Her timid eyes with vision blurred
And her face in dismay covered

Lost in thoughts profoundly wise
Again is startled by a noise
Lifting her head she gazed around
Familiar faces, she did found

Perfect attires those people wore
Explicated on her dress outworn
Prowling through the enormous circle
Diabolical talks of people bustle

Lost she was and lost in a way
Forgot about the very day
Marching forward to the crowd
Which prattled in a voice so loud

About the food which lacked taste
About the feast which seemed a waste
About the dead and about his money
About clothes and old enemy

Stepping ahead she recalls
About her wedding and the hall
Crowd and faces were both similar
But nothing and everything differ

The white attires were now black
And the music that played back
Reminds her of a mourning seen
Struck with fear, was no more keen

She was pale but now cold
With each step a truth unrolled
Her throat choked and she was captive 
By destiny, which seemed deceptive

A body with no soul lies beside
Of her mate who had died
An ache did clasp her heart so hard
Memories of her past embarked

Realisation swept over her brain
And she prayed she could bargain
Her soul for that of her mate
But on this topic she could not debate

That day was her husband's funeral
The crowd was there for his burrial
Mask of sympathy and pain the held
Stood with false tears in the weald

False and fake, the crowd started
With dismal faces, they all deprted

                                                    By- Shivani Pal