Sunday blues !

This is the story written in stream of consciousness technique …..

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He came home being drunk as usual…the child is sleeping he doesn’t cares….I am waiting him with a hungry stomach….he really doesn’t cares…..I am so desperate for his words….he is damn indifferent…

Shaili, come on girl …wake up….you are getting late for your class…No mom….No….I don’t want to go to college today….I have unironed clothes and my hair is so dirty……I don’t know when this girl is growing up….

Mom….I need more biskut( biscuit) …says 3 year old Satish…No..more biscuit dear…you need to eat lunch soon….No No I need biskut…I need some more biskut….He starts crying …..

I stood numb…Why doesn’t he cares?….Why is he so much indifferent? I have been searching reasons what mistake I have done…..I stood numb as always….Biskut…Biskut….

Satish stop yelling….No more Biskut….Call your papa for lunch….

Oh ! your papa is here…. Continue reading

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Hopes and dreams….

Come and go away…

You came and went away…

Like a burning candle…

You burned me and went away…

Leaving the wax…

Never being candle again…

Dreams of growing old together…

Scattered….

I never mind…

I have forgotten to mind…

I will never mind….

As I have forgotten to mind…

A Monologue

When I revive feelings for you …that I have suppressed and ignored , I must say I have tried to suppress and ignore for a long period of time..I hate when it revives like this with simple girly gossips and everything…every little thing …the thing  associated with you…Why the hell i am so stupid that I try to make you mine in my imaginations and feelings….You know we were together always in my day dreams …I would be always busy to wait for a glimpse of yours….while moving by the same way……and peeking through my terrace…..My stupid teen mind would always pray that someday I will get time to talk with you…someday we will walk together….someday we will be together…..and I used to be always busy in making dreams that for sure won’t turn into reality…..( Come on…my stupid mind ) Continue reading

Seeds …..

Sow the seed of love…

Over the ground of life….

It hates to grow…

It hates to germinate….

I became the seed…

You became the other…

On the same ground…

Growing together…

So close we are …..

Yet so far….

So far…..

So far…

The Bhairava

 Power and Strength

Photo by Kishor K Sharma ( Thanks a lot )

Power, Strength, Control…..

During Indra Jatra…..I kept on looking this statue for around 15 minutes….

The secret strength….

Rose Petals

Can’t even remember the thing that is so pale that is so hidden that only few people know about it. Perhaps the one who did and the other who suffered. So many wastage of feelings and emotions….in vain…Nothing is their to be revived again just to be burnt away like the burning body….

Rose petals are drying as it had to and We need to live life not leave it. Life has to be lived. I have learned this

There are many reasons that make you down …that make you frustrated and that make you so weak that you tremble when you try to stand up. Continue reading