Posted in Poetry

I Would Like To Love That Girl

I would like to love that girl

Who asks me

Can you help us when my papa

Goes to the city for work.

But not  that girl ,Who asks 

Can you die for me?

Cause i know it happens

Only  in fairy tales.

I would like to love that girl

Who asks me

If i die before you

Will you bring  some flowers

Everyday, for my burial,

i love flowers so much.

But not  that girl, Who asks

Can you wait for  me ,

Throughout your life.

Cause i know it happens

Only in fairy tales.

I would like to love that girl

Who asks me

If i get married

With someone else

Will you love me still

As a friend.

But not that girl, Who asks me

Im the only girl 

Of your life, or not.

Cause i know it happens

Only in fairy tales.

I would like to love that girl

Who asks me

Will you come everyday

To talk me

When there  will be 

No one to talk.

 I have seen those old lonely

Ladies ;waiting for death

 No bees comes 

To the old and weak, flowers

 same happens

With everyone.

But not that girl, who asks

Will you love me more than

You do, yourself . If i get 

Married to you.

I know it can only happen

In your  silly dreams.

Life is not so simple and small

Like a video game ,

 you thought.

Its much bigger and colourful

Only those can see

Who  suffers and still stands 

On the wheel of life.

Posted in Poetry

Two Souls Of This World

We are two souls of same kind,

Hyaline  and frozen .

We left our heart and body;

Many years ago,

when we saw each other!

We  started our journey  

on the same path,

Although  from opposite direction!

Days, weaks,months,years then century,

All passed one by one.

But still the distance is too long

That i can’t see  you clear,

Although, we are two souls of same kind,

Hyaline and frozen.

We are souls, we can go everywhere.

Anywhere in earth and beyond it too.

Although from centuries I’m searching,

The way of your heart.

Its strange ,for both of us.

We  are same, we know that.

Still i can’t be so sure ,

As we  are souls and left our brains,

In that body , when we left.

Yes i accept , souls can’t think.

But  do you remember? We left our all,

To be together as a one soul.

Although the earth is round,

Still we never meet .

From centuries we are on

An endless journey.

We are souls, of same kind.

We can go anywhere,

But i don’t know 

 the way of your heart.

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Micro – Story : The Broken Pen And The Girl,A Untold Story From My Childhood Memories

Once upon  a time……A nine-year old kid sitting at his desk. His  name is Samir . Today he came for a scholarship exam. He never attend any examination like this. His family was not so rich. He also have two sisters. So this exam is very much important for him and his family. If he able to score good then the scholarship money will help him to buy new books this time.

Samir is talented, as well as a hard worker. Like every other boy,he loves playing in green fields. But he do not play  much because he know his father is a part time worker in a rice mill. Every day  his father works whole day ,to see  their  smile at evening.
Samir don’t know much about the world . But he wants to be famous and to earn enough money that his father can enjoy everything without working in that rice mill.

Samir was always  serious about study. He also have a good image in his school. So teachers  recommended his name for the scholarship examination.

Samir got the question paper from a old lady teacher. The room is pin drop salient because the lady teacher scolding everyone who whispered for a moment. Samir started writing. Most of the answers of the question paper he know. He starts writing.


Samir brought two ink pens. One is black another is blue. But the teacher told them to write in back pen only . He surprised by listening such instructions first time.

The exam is one hour long. Samir did well only  three questions of  five marks each are left. But one question he can’t able to complete. He was lost in some thought for a moment. Suddenly a sound of dropping pen heard by all. No body showed attention to that sound. It  was samir’s black ink pen. When he pulled out his pen from under the bench, he found the ink was broken.

Samir don’t know what to do now. He only had one black pen. Now he can’t answer remaining questions. He become very tensed. His face became dark and sweats came up on his little face.

He don’t  know anyone in this room. He was also a shy boy to unknown persons. So he can’t even asks someone  for  a extra black ink pen . Now he was feeling guilty.

He began to weep silently. Sometime latter he realized a soft push from a soft fingur. A girl sitting at the bench beside him holding a beautiful black ink pen towards him.

The girl smiled and whispered very slowly…..

“Take it and complete your answers”.

Samir was speech less for a moment. He don’t know how to give thanks to the girl. He just started looking at her with big wet eyes.
The teacher shouted “-only fifteen minutes left”. Samir then quickly turned around and started writing down firstly.

He just completed all the answers in last moment. The final bell of the exam ranged. Now all students leaving the room and shouting loud. Samir was so happy now to find someone who helped him so much.

Samir whispered to the girl with his broken voice——..

“Your…. Pen.,; ummm… Thank you very much for this”.

The girl smiled and said with joyfully “it’s ok… I’m Rini,….mmm  but for what, you are crying that time!? ”

Samir don’t know what to say, he became tensed again.
Rini placed her hand on  samir’s shoulder and said…. -“hay it is nothing, look  i  only helped you a little bit isn’t it. Lets go our parents must be waiting ”

Both walking across a passage. Rini said -” i hope you get selected for the scholarship”.

Samir asked -” why?” .. Surprisingly.

Rini replied -” ummm…. Now you are my best friend and I’ll be proud of you if you get the scholarship. Isn’t it?”
Samir smiled first time in the whole conversation ……… And they began to walk towards the gate where their parents are waiting for them………

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India craves for peace, This mayhem needs to cease!

 

 

 

It was rightly said by someone that, India is the cradle of human race, the birth place of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend, and great grandmother of tradition. She is respected for her sundry values, secular terrain & of course the global spirit which is bleached on its citizens.

Today in the epoch of greed violence & hunger there exists a cold-war among people. Despites all odds, India stands tall with her shoulders broad proving her might & courage amidst the frail minded world.

But, the disturbing fact lies in the innocence of our nation. Be it the extremists or the cross border fights. India has sought solutions in a peaceful manner showing adherence to the ideals of Gandhi. Today her peaceful attitude seems to invites peril form all the corners of this fast paced globe. Inflation is scaling its heights, radicalisation is bustling, & poverty is reaching its ben whilst humanity is depleting.

Terrorism, often called extremism abounds India. It has gripped the entire globe. Be it Paris or Dhaka, everywhere the venom of humanity is boiling. This mayhem is everlasting. It is quiet certain that this venom will also engulf our India as well. It would seek our terrain for blood shed, apartheids, & genocides. The horrific fact often arises in my mind that if terrorists often mothed India, how would our nation, which breathes Ahimsa will react?

The Taj attacks, the Kashmir dispute, & the Chinese border fights are some initial tremors of a grave circumstance. It is quiet unfortunate that our own neighbours support terrorism. Prolonged support will only hinder the democracy & would give the evil to open up his claws. It can trigger the third world war. Nobody can imagine the how the glorious terrain of India would transform into an arena for nuke battles. Well I know it is very astonishing even to dwell such thoughts into our mind, but the truth is always bitter.

Today it is of paramount importance to turn these tables. Education can be used as a tool to bargain for peace. Our religions preach about the dominance of good over evil, but in this era who shall adhere to it?  It is the evil who is blazing & it is the good who is being influenced by this evil. The rest others are inclined to their monotony as puppets to the evil, in wait for a disaster to fall upon.

Well what if these puppets could rebel and outshine the evil? How would it sound if someone ever quoted that the globe is free of terror? Quiet ironical right? But today in the growing influence of education, moral value should be infused in the youth, development against extremism should reach its ben & lastly every Indian should develop hatred against the ashes of terror.

Oh dear Almighty,

We Indians are dotted with wit & power,

Let the lady luck shower her smiles on us,

We have the ideals of freedom flowing through our veins,

But still we crave for peace, & this mayhem needs to cease!

 

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Posted in Poetry

It Was The Woman!!!”

A poem by untold views of our life_admin



It was the woman who nurtures the seed,

It was the woman who gave you birth,

It was the woman who  take cares of you,

It was  the woman who grows you up,

It was  the woman who gives you inspiration,

It was the woman who teach you ,how to love?

It was the woman who  is the reason for your success,

It was the woman who teach you,what is pleasure?

It was the woman who is responsible for your  down fall,

It was the woman who tell you how to hate?

It was the woman who tell you what  is pain!

It was the woman who tell you how to break?

It was the woman who  tell you, how to irritate?

It was  the woman  who shows you, how to take life ?

Woman ;Woman; every where

Cause for your start ;reason of your finish.

And this is the  reason  for our shouting, everywhere

Ladies First!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted in Poetry, Untold Stories

Poem: My First Crush

  For  the girl …..i loved…..from     deepest  core of my heart …………..

                        *******

I was too small when i saw you

Do you know? You were my first crush!

That time my age was only nine,

In fourth standard at our school.

I can still see the moment,

When i first  saw you.

Gray skirt and sky  blue shirt,

I don’t know  how  ,from that  day 

I began to believe ,angels also live with humans.

Still sometime, when i get some time 

To breath the dry air out of my life

It’s  you who comes in my mind.

Yes you were  my first crush.

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Stay happy wherever you are……

Posted in Poetry

 Hold My Hand ,An Untold View  – Stories Of Our Life Poem.

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Hold my hand and stand for some time,
Who knows may be it’s our last meet.

May be this evening  will never repeat again,

All i got is some time;

To see you closely.

Oh dear,i don’t know ;may be it’s our last meet.

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Hold my hand, like – this day will never come back again.

We don’t know our tomorrow,

We don’t know next time we will be together; or not

All  we got is this moment.

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Hold my hand and walk beside me

Who knows may be its our last chance,

To see into that deep eyes.

Hold my hand and stand for some time ,silently.

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