For My Valentine!!!!!

One wonderful dawn,

We both were blessed to be one,

To commence the journey of love,

With lots of dreams to owe,

No matter the pains,

Let’s witness the gains,

From young to old,

From to silver to gold,

Gold to platinum,

And platinum to forever,

We promise to care evermore,

And stand by each other

Transcending the horizons,

Of Love, Trust and Togetherness!!!!

You are the one!!

Observant yet cannot see you,

Patient yet eager for your cue,

Brave to discover ways, yet bidding you adieu,

Shy yet audacious to ensue,

Ugly still hope to love you,

Somewhere I seize to be myself,

But doesn’t matter ignorant thyself,

Still I pretend peace,

I act at ease,

The only thing tats true,

Is love for you!!!

Handsfree!!!

The day was boring than usual. With a heavy bag on my shoulders I managed to run and catch a fast train to my place. Today, I witnessed a miracle happening. I got a seat within few minutes. I heaved a sigh of relief and smiled at the lady who was considerate enough to offer me a seat. Quickly I fetched my ‘handsfree’ and my book so as to kill the boredom. Soon the world around me seized to exist. After a few minutes I looked back to see a blind man coming towards my seat. I just removed the handsfree and tried to listen. He was humming an old and by all means a meaningful Hindi number “Dil sacha aur chehra jhoota”.

His soulful voice pierced through my ears. Some people were just too engrossed to adjust their handsfree according to the FM signals that they missed listening to his soulful voice. He sang the whole song and easily managed to replicate the magical nodes in the song. Some coins were thrown at him.  He got down in the next station to fetch another compartment.

I also found myself fitting in my handsfree to enjoy the not so peppy number after he left. I realized that our life revolves around meaningless things.  I was so eager to listen to lots of songs which has no quality to call it one. I listen to them because everyone else is doing so. I anyways have to kill time and what if I kill myself while doing so.

I reached my home and was fast asleep. The next morning was chilly. I managed to get out of the bed obstinately. Coffee was tastier than usual. May be I was happy to get a holiday after a long time and hence everything seemed to be just perfect. I enjoyed every sip of it while standing in the large balcony of my home. Suddenly I found something was missing. I couldn’t listen to birds chirping especially I couldn’t see my favourite bird ‘the sparrow’. I reached out for my mom and yes she also did not see any of them since a long time.  This earth was too brutal for it to live a beautiful life.

I decided to go for a walk that morning. After a long walk, I saw a calf fetching water near the hand pump. Soon some school going kids ran out to help with the pump. It drank loads of water. Some started fiddling with its tail and then pelting stones on it. It cried for help and as usual its cries fell on deaf ears. Everyone including me was busy with ‘no work’.  

We are nothing but self-obsessed individuals who are just ignorant to even look around. We ignore the people, voices and happenings all around. We fail to realize that we lonely souls need a ‘handsfree’ to walk around. Every minute we think about problems and hardships we face and easily ignore the other creature’s woes. We escape from listening to voices which are real and consider ourselves practical, commonsensical and rational. We are nothing but blissfully ignorant souls who can carry a bag loaded with books but fail to carry a piece of responsibility.

We are named the brainiest of all,

For us important are just phone call,

Hits head against the wall,

But money makes us do all,

We are the fiery fireball,

Soon we will witness our downfall!!!!

No one knows when I was born!!!!

Alas! After a week the water tanker is here. With utter drowsiness I picked up a broken bucket and rushed to be the first one to get some life saving liquid. To my dismay I am in the midst of the most annoying and quarelling people. Some push, some yell and some act smart. I refrain to move and that’s when they call me ‘adamant’. Mother is happy to see me gather some buckets of water. Her face lits up as if I have won the war and yes! It is indeed a war.

After the tanker is gone, I with my friends picked up the basket and are out to howl the whole day just to sell the vegetables that we got from the farm that the landlord owns. I am always eager to sell accesories rather than vegetables. I get an extra income from accessories from which I manage to get a ‘kulfi’ for my siblings. The market was as usual crowded. My friends were early today and have started shouting about the best prices they were offering. I also started yelling and some gathered around to buy them. With a long and tiring day I sold all of them. Now it was the time to drink some water from the nearby tap and board the train to sell accesories. I waited for the train to arrive and tried to balance the carts and boarded the ladies compartment. After bargaining as usual I tried to sell some of them. I look at some of them.  They seem to be of my age but their faces are free of wrinkles, their tresses are shinier and I aspired to be them one day. I was envious of their clothes. While I was in my own thoughts a lady called me “ What is your Name?”  My Mother calls me “GUDDI” and my father calls me “ Panavti” meaning a ‘bad omen”. She was taken aback and asked another one “Whats is your age?” “No one knows when I was born, so i dont know my age” I exclaimed. My face grew expressionless.She bargained for a few pennies but I did not budge.I sold a few clips to her. Standing near the door I saw my slum near the railway tracks.I realized,this world is for the rich.

The train entered the station and once again I balanced the carts to get down. While getting down I saw a beautiful child sitting on her fathers lap. I wondered what makes me a 'panavti'. I took some coins and thought of eating a vada pav and took some for my siblings. The paper in which it was tied had a picture of a tall man with a child in his hands walking amidst the crowd. May be they were celebrating "the birth of a girl”. I was happy to see that only I was considered a ‘Panavti’. When the first morsel went inside, it was like heaven.  I sat down in the platform and counted the coins and notes. I earned 200 rupees today. Out of which 100 goes to the ‘Seth’ from whom I bought my accesories. Rs. 50 goes to the vegetables that I bought from the landlord. Left with 50 of which 25 will go to my father for his booze. It’s 25 for me and my mother.  I was happy to be rich that day as I earned more than Rs. 32 but a question lingered in my mind throughout the day :

 "When was I born and how old am I????"

Heart, the poor victim!!!

A heart with wounds,

Seems to build no sounds,

But beneath every loudest laugh,

Every playful prank,

And every fake grin,

It goes unseen,

And remains untouched,

However, Deep within,

It pricks,

And shrieks,

Each time it beats!!!!