Tag: writer

  • The Power of Personal Taglines in Everyday Life

    The Power of Personal Taglines in Everyday Life

    Daily writing prompt
    If humans had taglines, what would yours be?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Another day,
    another great prompt if you ask me,
    if us humans,
    each and every one of us had their own tagline,
    a catchy phrase,
    or something indicating the type of person they are,
    or the type of work they do,
    which would easily cut down a lot of unnecessary conversations,
    or a part thereof..

    Imagine,
    if you were in need of a lawyer,
    and on introduction in an informal setting,
    they said their tagline,
    like,

    “A proficient lawyer,
    and an attorney with 25 years of experience,
    tracing the footsteps of (their parent’s business),
    and taking real pride in their work…”

    Doesn’t this make things much simple,
    like you know what you want and what are you looking for,
    with a simple introduction that starts with a tagline,
    and you already know if you want to continue the conversation or not….

    But,
    there has to be some strict laws that are guiding them,
    imagine someone forging their data or information,
    (A much real possibility.)
    just for securing a deal or a job and after that fleeing the scene without a trace,
    which in fact nullifies all of the effort and dependence on this tagline system….

    If you were to ask a normal person about this,
    they would for sure be expressive of their feelings,
    and within it,
    in plain sight where their professional skills would be told in an easy-to-understand way;
    But,
    if they were seeking companionship,
    they would add things that might be common like their interests like birdwatching or going on hikes,
    or dog walking or something like keeping a garden,
    which would signify that he takes care of his surroundings and loves animals and such,
    making them a viable candidate…

    Again,
    we’d have to be careful,
    that someone doesn’t come up with things that they can’t do,
    and they added it just to make themselves sound better and get what ulterior motives they had…

    NOW,
    What would be my tagline you ask…?

    “A hardworking person,
    who tries to fit themselves into places that are new and difficult,
    just to expose and gain enough skills to be a better person,
    A writer too,
    who writes without boundaries and seeks new experiences,
    to be a better storyteller to his kids and grandkids as he ages like fine Wine,
    coming from a business family,
    and importance of learning things from scratch makes them always open for new innovation,
    and skills that can be honed and refined further…”

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    A table full of people,
    waiting for someone’s arrival,
    a person of character for whom they gathered there,
    much more valuable his time was than theirs…

    As they ordered some entrees,
    a few drinks on the table,
    slowly everyone’s taglines escaped their mouths,
    a business owner,
    a housewife,
    a diligent employee,
    a secretary,
    and a newly appointed receptionist,
    and in the background,
    a newly married couple,
    sharing the same last name,
    sobbing she was as he consoled her…

    As he watched from the corner,
    waiting for things to settle down,
    as his phone rang,
    on hearing the news,
    he went silent,
    a single beep continued as he heard the news…

    We couldn’t save the people in the vehicle,
    a drunk driver whose tagline said,
    “An addict who was clean from the past 5 years…”
    was in fact drunk and ran a red light
    crashing into the car in which his wife and kid were,
    killing them on the spot…

    The girl on being a friend of the nurse in the hospital,
    which their lifeless body came in,
    and confirming her,
    of the worst fears…

    As he got up to approach them,
    they climbed into their vehicles,
    and drove to the hospital,
    unknown to the happening,
    he sat there,
    as he recognized,
    a similar car,
    a similar number plate and a similar bumper sticker,
    before they flashed a photo,
    with him and his wife and a child merely 7,
    his whole world uprooted,
    as the tires screeched and in the parking lot of hospital he was,
    where they saw the remainder of his family surrounded by news reporters,
    as he slid past them,
    he saw,
    on the gurney,
    bruised up,
    scratched and heavily injured body of his wife,
    and on the other,
    a crushed one,
    from the direct impact,
    on the passenger’s side,
    A small,
    little one,
    his little one,
    laughing and playing with his toys hours before…

    As he screamed silently,
    curling up in a ball,
    unknown to how he would face,
    face this world ever again…

    “A fault in the system…”
  • Tools of Expression: My Writing Essentials

    Tools of Expression: My Writing Essentials

    Daily writing prompt
    Who do you spend the most time with?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    There are a few things that I love,
    and most of them are those which help me in living this life,
    or easing it in some way…

    Those things are my phone,
    my precious laptop,
    and the bundle of pen and pad with a book that is bound with it…

    If it weren’t for my phone,
    I wouldn’t be able to reach you ever,
    or these thoughts of mine,
    you can call it a dependence,
    but,
    this sort of relation where the only thing that’s closer to me,
    is my phone,
    I mean there are people too,
    but,
    that becomes secondary as soon as things start to go wrong,
    and I’m left all alone to fight battles that are mine,
    (Which I was supposed to from the very beginning..),
    so,
    I usually have a phone,
    though which I can reach those,
    and those who want to reach me can conveniently,
    drop a message,
    or a call,
    and we can fix a meetup or talk things over,
    if the latter isn’t possible,
    we can talk on call…

    A laptop that I bought for self because of reasons that will sound trivial,
    so,
    let’s leave it at that,
    the most I use and spend time with is early in the morning,
    or,
    late at night,
    it has seen me at the most vulnerable,
    and also,
    when I was the numbest,
    feeling nothing at all,
    laying there just like a deceased,
    and wishing for a connection,
    until I found many…

    The story of pen and pad,
    goes way beyond time,
    When all of this was a dream,
    and wishing to be someone like this,
    a writer who is seen scribbling,
    penning down some thought,
    or being their usual self,
    just because there was a want to be heard,
    not actually dreaming of being famous,
    but,
    a dream of having a way with words in which one can easily,
    and gently portray what goes on within this mind,
    that someone might find appealing,
    or might get help by reading it,
    (of some sorts maybe its peace or satisfaction),
    because delivering what seems to be a thought and exploring requires,
    some collection,
    some recollection,
    where the pen and pad come in handy,
    penning down how and what I feel,
    when I feel…

    There are few people who are close to me,
    and their well-being and thriving is really important to me,
    so,
    I try to be,
    some or any sort of help I can be,
    until they’re willing to make an effort themselves…

    Cheers 🥂 (Happy weekend)

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    Often,
    I’ve sat down,
    With a mission,
    and things that I keep on me,
    with me,
    Sitting neatly,
    in front of me,
    waiting to be utilized…

    As soon as my phone pings,
    it’s time to work on the prompt,
    This body automatically goes into action,
    Thinking,
    sometimes acting on impulse,
    watching a beautiful story pop into existence,
    a reality that exists come into words,
    words that are shared to you,
    all of this world too…

    As I close this,
    or think of,
    a medley of words still spins in this mind,
    much of which hits the phone,
    to be explored,
    explored later…

    “A Continuous happening”
  • Crafting the Perfect Chocolate Bar: A Caffeine Dream

    Crafting the Perfect Chocolate Bar: A Caffeine Dream

    Daily writing prompt
    Describe your dream chocolate bar.

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    A genuine question,
    what’s up with today’s prompt,
    dream chocolate bar…?

    I was wondering if today’s prompt would be something that would push me in a direction to think that isn’t conventional,
    and would enlighten me or this little mind of mine,
    but no,
    Waakiye
    What’s your dream chocolate….?

    But,
    this comes as a breather of sorts,
    because,
    dreaming of food and coming up with creations different than what goes on,
    regularly is a challenge of sort too,
    because there are so many ways to create a dish,
    so being creative becomes something of a mandate,
    where your survival isn’t possible without something that is visually appealing,
    along with the taste,
    how it hits the palate…

    Now comes the dream bar,
    I am a coffee addict,
    So,
    if coffee or in a broader term caffeine was a part of a chocolate it’d be the best,
    but plain coffee in chocolate wouldn’t suffice,
    we’d have to cut the acidity too wouldn’t we..?

    So,
    to balance that we can add milk chocolate cookie crumble
    to give a sort of texture,
    we also would have to consider the filling that would be a part of it,
    we can use coffee cream in the form of a mousse or something like a coffee liqueur base,
    which would give the much-needed kick,
    and surrounded by it would be a mix of dark and milk chocolate,
    (Upping the content of dark chocolate to give support and stability needed to support the weight of the contents inside…)

    With that I’ve become a master (Of sorts) in this craft,
    One chocolate bar at a time…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    That’s how I think it feels,
    all alone in a room,
    filled with light that has an origin,
    thinner than a split,
    though which we can barely get a glimpse…

    As the light travels,
    and hits what seems to be like a plate,
    and a half visible body of a person trapped within the seams,
    looking at the source of light,
    not being able to see,
    the actual origin…

    As he stares at the food,
    A bun,
    and a couple of donuts holes,
    It seems,
    he’s tired,
    greatly tired of eating them as he avoids looking at them,
    questioning its origin;
    as he continues to stare at the source of light,
    without even a single clue,
    he stares into nothingness,
    yet again…

    “A sufferer’s plight”

  • Remembering Childhood Books: A Journey Back

    Remembering Childhood Books: A Journey Back

    Daily writing prompt
    Do you remember your favorite book from childhood?

    Hey..

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Today’s prompt sparked a whole range of emotions,
    forcing me to go back to think about,
    and relive my childhood…

    But,
    sadly,
    I only remember little bits and pieces,
    there isn’t much that i remember,
    due to the general stresses and exceeding workload that I’ve got on,
    these past couple of years,
    causing me to run almost blank when it’s time to remember,
    my childhood…

    But,
    I do remember the books that I read,
    many of them were picture ones,
    but,
    the one I remember greatly was,
    The Panchtantra

    It was a picture book that my mother used to recite me,
    when I was a kid,
    I distantly remember staring at that face,
    that face,
    from which those beautiful stories I heard,
    and I probably laughed at…

    I was the happiest when those days were going on
    carefree without any worries,
    hearing those stories and
    looking at those pictures within the books,
    of many animals from the animal kingdom…

    The Panchtantra had animal stories with Sanskrit origin,
    roots of which could be traced back,
    they were based on imparting kids with a sense of morality,
    and wisdom that comes with age,
    by exposing them to us at an early age,
    which helped us to form a sense of right and wrong early on in life…

    The main focus was to show intelligence and dependence on having a sense of self and belief in oneself,
    another story focused on trust and loyalty,
    another one focused on having intelligence over brute force…

    One such example is that of lion and a rabbit,
    Where one time it was decided that the lion won’t hunt any animal but the animal would come by itself and get eaten by the lion,
    one day it was the turn of a rabbit,
    and he was scared for his life,
    so he passed by a well and got an idea;
    on arriving late,
    lion was mad at him,
    and he told the lion that another lion stopped him by the well,
    as he went to the well and found another one at the bottom(I.e. his reflection),
    after much consideration and two and fro,
    he jumped into the well,
    killing the lion that very instant…

    Here,
    we learn that brute force can be overcome by intelligence;
    there were many such stories among the same line with morals and our take from it,
    which were enjoyed and cherished by all…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    Oh a wish to go back to those days,
    where I could listen,
    stories from her,
    my mother,
    my grandmother…

    A sense of relief comes to this mind,
    as I sat in that embrace,
    and heard what became life lessons for me,
    to live and prosper in this one…

    As I sat,
    and got wisdom,
    that comes with age,
    looking at those faces and the words that I barely understood,
    just loving it all,
    absorbing it all,
    all until I got tired,
    and let out a yawn,
    a yawn so big,
    signing that I was desperately in need of sleep…

    Rubbing these eyes,
    as i was put to bed with the fan running above,
    gentle taps to the chest,
    and a sweet lullaby,
    to which I used to,
    I used to fall asleep…

    “Remembering those times”
  • Books That Shaped My Perspective

    Books That Shaped My Perspective

    Daily writing prompt
    List three books that have had an impact on you. Why?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    It has been a while since I’ve read a book,
    but It has been one of my goals to start reading books in this year,
    which I haven’t been able to pick up in such a long time even though there’s a post it notes that I’ve stuck in my room that I see upon my entry,
    but,
    Something happens,
    Sometimes I’m too lazy,
    sometimes it’s just that I don’t feel like reading,
    and sometimes the time just flies away once I begin scrolling Instagram,
    eating all of my said time…

    But,
    If asked that what books I’ve read,
    that sparked a change in me is these three…

    1. The Prophet by Khalil Gibran
      One of those books which was a hand me down from my cousin sister,
      and became one of those books which left me shook,
      from the bottom of my core,
      because it was one of those books which i started reading because i genuinely wanted to read and absorb something good,
      it wasn’t something that I did to pass time,
      and on reading so much and so many perspectives in such a slim book,
      although not easy to understand for a beginner,
      because of the tone its written in,
      condensed into a few pages it was the essence of life and how to live in it…
    2. Dr. Cuterus by Dr. Tanaya Narendra
      I got this one as a gag gift from a cool friend that I have,
      Dr. Tanaya who goes on by the name of ” Dr_cuterus ” on Ig,
      is a doctor who guides all of us,
      including her 1.8M followers,
      about personal and sexual wellness…
      In her book she talks about things that is kept hidden,
      and often comes at a price that younger generation pays,
      she talks about all this in a fun and easy to understand way which keeps the reader hooked and entertained,
      A must read for each and everyone as they reach at an age where they begin to question these things where parents cannot or wont talk about it with their children…
    3. A mix of religious books
      The third according to me is mix of religious books,
      A Quran which I bought as a gift when I went to Old Delhi on a trip with an old friend of mine,
      A Bible which I picked up as one of my friends was leaving the state as his father’s job shifted to another state,
      causing him to pack and move all of his stuff,
      from which he gave me a parting gift (kind of)…

    A mix of books that gave me a perspective,
    and exposure that no other soul can,
    forever grateful for them I am and I shall be…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    Just like that,
    amassing a fortune,
    for some this might be just books that sit and collect dirt,
    but for a reader,
    it becomes a treasure,
    that one can reap forever…

    As the dust that sits,
    and often its cleaned,
    often the pages are explored,
    As the bookmarks are shifted every once in a while…

    As the story proceeds,
    the good takes the win,
    losses are taken up by the evil,
    and with all of the things that happen in this world,
    this cruel world that exists,
    provides a comfort,
    provides all of us a zone with some sort of stability,
    that helps us to live in this world,
    this cruel hard and cutthroat world…

    “A safe escape…”

  • Conquering the Fear of Death: Insights and Reflections

    Conquering the Fear of Death: Insights and Reflections

    Daily writing prompt
    What fears have you overcome and how?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    There are constant fears that stay on this mind,
    bugging it,
    making it worry unnecessarily,
    by taking a good chunk of mind and its processing…

    Imagine you’re at work,
    and a random thought comes and interrupts your thinking,
    sometimes it comes when you’re sitting at your desk,
    or in a meeting,
    explaining a presentation,
    that can be make and break type thing,
    But,
    being human,
    there are many things whose answers are unknown to us,
    till yet,
    even with all of the advancements,
    in the fields of science and technology…

    The question in question…
    “The Paralyzing fear of death and what follows…”

    The question whose answer is unknown and shall remain until the near future,
    but,
    seeing many from my family taken up by it,
    and making numerous trips to places like Haridwar,
    where remains of the deceased are taken and scattered as per our rituals,
    but,
    there’s something that even that fails to answer..

    WHY,
    WHY DO WE DIE…?

    The fear stays as we watch our elders grow weak,
    their movements,
    their agility take fall,
    they aren’t as strong as they used to be,
    but,
    it feels like they are using their remainder,
    to live,
    and within a few more years they’ll be using their reserve too,
    and after that,
    when we will reach a stage where,
    their existence will be replaced by us,
    and our young ones and the cycle shall continue forever…

    Maybe,
    the day we are supposed to leave and go back to the constant,
    the non-existence of life,
    or a free space where we reside permanently away from the cycle of life or death,
    our departure is calculated at the very beginning,
    so is our birth at the time of our conception,
    but away from it all,
    where we live without this fear,
    the constant fear of running out of time…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    Maybe,
    just maybe,
    this is how it feels…?

    A path that’s darkened,
    with a door that stays open,
    waiting for our return,
    waiting to come back to a place that we left,
    those whom we left…

    Maybe a few moments have passed,
    as they inquired my whereabouts,
    where have i been,
    and with a smirk,
    I reply,
    I was just here,
    went out for a breather…

    And,
    just like that i lived a life,
    entirety of it,
    within a few moments,
    and no-one batted an eye,
    as we continued to sit in that room,
    staring at the walls,
    occasionally talking,
    letting out a sigh,
    and someone leaving the room,
    returning after a few minutes,
    with changed expressions…

    Some faces had dread,
    some were epitome of happiness,
    some were neutral,
    and some had fear that resembled a loss of life or,
    a broken bone or a severed limb,
    waiting for their turn yet again…

    On this floor,
    a big hall with uncountable rooms on this side and other side too,
    stretching as far as eyes can see,
    with a lift on one side that goes on floors wherever there’s room,
    last i checked as i went to get a breather,
    it was returning from floor 1618…

    “A cycle just like this”

  • The Simple Joy of Music in Everyday Life

    The Simple Joy of Music in Everyday Life

    Daily writing prompt
    Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Have you ever heard music…?

    I have,
    and I can’t get enough of it ever,
    there are times so hard at moments,
    where I can’t face the world,
    But,
    music was,
    and all I could do was wrap myself around in its comfort…

    There are moments,
    some dreadful,
    some joyous,
    that make up the part of my daily schedule,
    and living through them becomes a pain,
    but,
    a music makes the passing of time easier,
    by shifting the focus of the stresses off of me,
    by helping me calm down,
    and with a calm mind i can look at problems differently,
    from various perspectives and find an optimal solution,
    just with the help of music…

    I listen to music to feel the emotions that I can’t feel,
    haven’t felt in a long time,
    like,
    there are some tunes spark a sense of intense longing or missing a person from the bottom of our heart,
    but,
    that too has its benefits,
    reminding us of our past and mistakes that have been made,
    to not repeat it ever again…

    During some joyous,
    extremely happy times like marriage of close relatives,
    or even enjoying night out with my friends,
    i have found music to be our partner,
    to enjoy happy moments,
    and during it,
    deepened our bond with each other,
    finding things that we listen to by sharing them with each other…

    I am really grateful for music to exist in the same timeline as me,
    to which I’ve fallen in love with from the bottom of my heart…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    A journey that we tread on,
    finding things that comfort us,
    on a path that we set,
    for ourselves to walk on…

    In a dimly lit scene,
    as these words paint a picture vivid,
    enough to escape the real one,
    and live in it;

    But,
    the reality often inescapable,
    forces us to return,
    cage our being,
    our essence,
    by catching us as we flee…

    As we use methods to escape,
    or feel something,
    sparking a change,
    sometimes an inspiration to be a better version of self,
    or to be a better human overall,
    and,
    with that,
    comes a sense of belief,
    that it was made for us,
    a gift from gods,
    a hymn or a verse,
    that detaches us,
    cuts our worries short…

    “A blessing to these ears…”
  • Knowing When to Unplug: Signs You Need a Break

    Knowing When to Unplug: Signs You Need a Break

    Daily writing prompt
    How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Me opening my laptop to see this prompt while,
    there are Instagram reels going on my phone,
    there is a Bluetooth speaker playing music,
    and there hangs around my neck my OnePlus bullets playing the e-book in my ear,
    as I switch all of them off but the laptop,
    staring at this prompt sparking a need to unplug literally,
    also figuratively…

    As soon I turned off all these devices,
    a noise of sort runs all along,
    And,
    it feels like this mind is going to explode,
    but,
    as soon as i turn on the soft music it goes away,
    maybe I’ve become dependent on this,
    my mind wants something to play in the background to function properly…

    Also,
    about the detachment from the work life,
    has become a real problem in this world,
    where more and more managers or those sitting at top tier,
    need the workers to work hard,
    harder,
    longer hours to match their expectations,
    and when something goes wrong,
    it’s ultimately their(Workers) blame…

    Having been on both sides of the said problem,
    it’s known that excessive pressures leads to faults
    and,
    longer hours make them burn off quicker than they can recover from it,
    for someone who just got out of a university knowing how to get the work done isn’t aware of it…

    How one is supposed to recover from the last days work,
    pressures and stresses,
    but,
    someone who has never spent even a single day working is unknown to the toll it takes on the body,
    so,
    it feels like barking up the wrong tree..

    So,
    it’s just that you have to take things on your own hand and provide adequate,
    evidence the fall in work quality and the overall tiredness,
    that people go through,
    which in turn can be regulated by forming unions,
    which demand equal pay for the excessive hard work that people put in,
    its a slippery slope as the workers morale drops,
    which in turn makes the organization crumble…

    It’s of absolute necessity that,
    there are things that are understood by all,
    a need to be free from the constant pressures,
    or things that keep you engaged in continuously,
    form a dependence on that,
    also,
    on being constantly under pressure can make you dependent on it too,
    if there is none chaos follows there too,

    SO,
    a need to detach from things that keep us engaged is absolutely necessary,
    like being away from devices for having peace of mind,
    taking up exercise to make the best out of the time that we keep for ourselves,
    doing breathing exercises,
    using the days off properly (not working),
    spending time with family and friends,
    doing breathing exercises to shift the focus from your soul…

    For those addicted to devices,
    put a lock on the number of hours you can surf one app, which you spend most of your time on,
    like I’ve put up a screen time of half an hour for Instagram,
    and after that I’m locked out for the day,
    convenient yet frustrating,
    but,
    that’s how I’ll learn…

    Happy weekend to those who are celebrating..

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    A fear to fall off stays,
    keyboard keys clacks,
    and the sound echoes in the big hall,
    that is now empty…

    As the vision deters,
    a face appears out of nowhere,
    telling me to focus on work and keep my head down,
    glued to the work that,
    i have to finish…

    after a while as my eyes start to give up,
    a need to was my eyes,
    a bottle of eye drops is brought to me,
    which i put in them and start my work…

    As i am about to finish,
    another email reminder pops up,
    for the presentation that’s supposed to happen tomorrow,
    no,
    it’s supposed to happen today,
    as I look at the watch,
    timer stuck 1 in the morning,
    as a notification pops up,
    “Go to sleep”
    bringing me a chuckle…

    An eye is raised,
    as I go back to work…

    “A dreadful life”

  • What Makes a True Friend: The Value of Trust and Honesty

    What Makes a True Friend: The Value of Trust and Honesty

    Daily writing prompt
    What quality do you value most in a friend?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Have you ever made a friend that you’d have to give up later?
    because this is a proof of either a lapse in your judgment of the type of person they are/were,
    or,
    they were easily influenced by things that life gave them for their hard work or sheer luck…

    I’ve had 2 friends,
    the real ones,
    who go back to middle school,
    and the type of friendship we have will sound weird…

    We can meet one day of the week randomly,
    and after that we might give each other calls,
    and meet a month later checking up on each other,
    getting to know about our lives,
    well-being of our families,
    the siblings,
    the work that they are currently in,
    involved in,
    or a general talk of any stresses that we have,
    we try to…

    We do it while grabbing a bite to eat,
    or over some drinks,
    that way we can enjoy the time as we get to eat together,
    all of us coming from middle class families,
    so we do have a common goal to make it big somehow,
    but,
    they’re stopped by the slow-moving money that exists in our surroundings,
    but,
    not until long,
    we are working hard to come up,
    and with each other backing and support,
    we will for sure make it big…

    The type of quality that we value is honesty,
    truthful and being absolutely real

    Even if things go south,
    we know that we can trust each other,
    put in 100% of our faith in each other’s word,
    and can stand wherever we need to,
    just on a single calling,
    we know we can trust each other without worrying,
    the other person,
    because that’s the type of mindset we have…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    A path that we walk,
    knowing the next step that we take,
    is for the betterment,
    betterment of the family that exists,
    with all might as they pull them towards a better life…

    With stresses beyond our scope,
    and to tread a path that isn’t paved,
    but,
    has to be made as we step,
    Step into this fast-paced world…

    Often, we sit together
    when distressed,
    when stresses take a toll on us,
    we seek each other’s company,
    and in it,
    we find peace,
    as we hear,
    each other’s side,
    a laughter here,
    a chuckle there,
    some tears of sadness,
    a supportive shoulder tap,
    glass clinking and forgetting it all,
    after cheering ourselves up…

    “A Happy life”
  • कफ़न में ना लौटने की अभिलाषा: एक बेटी का संघर्ष

    कफ़न में ना लौटने की अभिलाषा: एक बेटी का संघर्ष


    कफ़न में आना मंजूर है,

    उस बेटी का,

    जिसको पाल पोस कर बड़ा किया;

    लड़ झगड़ कर ना आए वापस वहां,

    बचपन बीता जहां उसका

    हर बार यही कहा;

    जलील हो एक बार,

    बार बार,

    लाखों बार,

    सांस लेना हर एक पल उस घर में,

    जो लगने लगा अब कैद—खाना;

    ताने सुनने पड़े हर बार,

    कभी छोटी जात को ले कर,

    तोह कभी ना आना पैसे वाले खानदान से;

    कफ़न में आना मंजूर है,

    उस बेटी का,

    जिसको पाल पोस कर बड़ा किया;

    वोह एक बार हाथ उठा दिया जो,

    सहम गई वोह,

    रोती—रोती सोचने पर मजबूर,

    ना किया किसी ने ऐसा उस घर,

    जहां से आई वोह;

    देखने पर कोई निशान नहीं,

    हादसा ऐसा,

    जिसकी कोई चोट नहीं,

    पर दुख और पीड़ा अनंत,

    ना जाने कैसे सहार गई;

    वापस जाने को आज कोई घर नहीं,

    जहां से आई वहां के लिए,

    दरवाजे बंद,

    किसी दुख के मुकाम पर,

    वहा के दरवाजे बंद जहां बिताया बचपन मैने;

    खुश होंगे जरूर,

    खुशी दिखेगी,

    चेहरे पर,

    आँखें भी नम होगी,

    जाऊंगी में वापस जब,

    उस दिन खुश होंगे सभ;

    कफ़न में आना मंजूर है,

    उस बेटी का,

    जिसको पाल पोस कर बड़ा किया;

    तब देखेंगे,

    सब गौर से,

    अरे,

    ये तोह,

    बचपन में इसी घर में तोह खेली ये,

    पर,

    उस पल भी सोच में होऊंगी मैं,

    क्या वोह अमीरी जिसकी कमी थी,

    इस घर भी,

    उस घर भी,

    क्या वोह पाई किसी को,

    या ले गई मैं अपने इस किस्मत की अमीरी अपने साथ;

    उस सफेद में,

    आऊंगी वापस,

    पर आऊंगी लेके चेहरे पर एक मुस्कान,

    क्योंकि,

    दुखी होके,

    किसी का दिल दुखा के,

    लड़ झगड़ के

    आना,

    मना जो है मेरा….।

    A young girl with long dark hair, partially covered by a white cloth, gazes intensely at the camera with a serious expression. She has a small red bindi on her forehead and her skin has warm tones, conveying a deep emotional presence.
    A sense of loss,
    profound,
    filled with grief…

    Every breath taken,
    in a sense,
    to last longer,
    than the last…

    The pain,
    like
    a slow working poison,
    hurting as its traveling to parts different,
    and eats from within the being…

    A sense of doom,
    looms over the person,
    a fear that haunts,
    reminding,
    of the change in dynamics,
    of the responsibilities that were shed,
    once she was given from a home,
    to a house,
    unknown…

    Numerous calls,
    a wish to return,
    A wish to see the faces of those remaining,
    BUT,
    A strict no,
    stood in the way,
    As she breathed,
    drank,
    dabbed herself in poison,
    each day,
    until the blue,
    overcame her,
    and there she lay,
    in a cloth pure white,
    a call was made…

    A call was made,
    that carefree father’s laughter,
    turned into nightmare,
    as tears started to fall,
    the drive was painful,
    The words barely leaving,
    As they saw,
    their daughter,
    or what remained of her,
    in a cloth,
    PURE WHITE…

    Wishing a conversation,
    a last one,
    but,
    unaware of the fact,
    they themselves closed that gate shut….!