Bona Fide

Hello
Maybe I don't know you
Or
Maybe
I do
But whoever you are
Whatever you do
I want
You
To know
That you are not plumb, precise and perfect
But you are exotically erratic
And actually authentic
And that is what builds the blaze
And frames the frenzy
In your real, raw self.

Sometimes

I can't find words.. sometimes

I can't transform my thoughts info sentences

And translate my messy mind .. Sometimes

I cannot comprehend what you speak

And make out your dialogues sometimes

I cannot fathom a being

Understand my own soul

And understand what you just told.. Sometimes

But sometimes

I relate my thoughts to yours

and make a complete galaxy of thoughts

Then

look for words

And

Oh! There you are

Holding them

On your twisted tongue trying to taste the tanginess of the words

Which I've been looking for

Sometime now

Quiet sometime.

The Mind Is Not A Vessel To Be Filled But, A Fire To Be Kindled.

Our minds are meticulously made, marvelous yet malicious medley of memories. It’s the most constructive and destructive depending on how we use it. But above all it is an ocean of ongoing knowledge which must overflow and cause tsunami of whatever words and wisdom we have won.

“But why, why can’t I have the whole chocolate alone, mom?” “Because darling, if you share, they too will and give you another different variety of chocolate.”

Yes that is it, we need to share for a selfish motive- to double our knowledge and, in turn double theirs too.

To actually develop our mind, we needn’t any books, we need interaction, where we not always reflect our regard but also collect their creativity. We today need to expose ourselves to newer philosophies of others and in turn tell our understanding about it. We need a well formed mind not only a well educated mind which knows how to deal with situations in life. I don’t mean to say education is less important but to be able to make best use of it, understanding what the book says is just not enough so we have to go beyond it, experiment, observe, listen and talk.

Most of us these days run behind marks and grades. One can get 99 percent by reading from books writing and practicing a hundred times but that 1 percent lies in someone else’s mind which you had not tried to learn about.

 Now tell me this, what’s the use of an empty match box? You need to light a candle and you don’t have a match stick, so you go and ask someone, that person says yes and gives it to you. And you light the candle. That’s how people should be in life, ready to help and give. Ready to ignite and brighten someone’s life.

Because however much you learn if you don’t pass it on your learning is of no value to the world. Be it a form of art, moral values, sport or of course academics. Let your mind free like a peace less, place less pigeon who flies here and there and scatters all the seeds of sentiments and sanity and then again eats the fruit of wisdom.

Let your mind spread like fire and burn all folly because the mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled.

'You'll be alright!'

When I lost it, I lost my mind. The control over my self. I didn't want to show my sorrow and anxiety but I couldn't stop. I was collapsing in a pool of sad thoughts. I wanted someone to tell me it'll be alright, again and again. Few came and hugged me tight.
And it felt nice to be cared about. To have someone who was genuinely worried for you. But after a point people stopped. That was the difficult part. When I had to gather myself. When I had to sympathize and console my own self. I tried a bit,but tears shed from my eyes. One then two but no! I wiped the third one before it fell.
I knew that failure is as important as success. I knew that mistakes are better teachers. And I knew that everything is a part and parcel of life. It'll come and go like the waves on shore. Like the traffic on the road and like the people in one's life.
I still get nervous, think no I shouldn't have done it, start to regret but stop to remind myself that those who overcome their losses are real winners.
And now I'm starting believe that life thinks I'm capable of facing these obstacles unlike others. So whenever now I have to face any problem I can, that too with a cheerful smile.

Come back soon, Moon.

Where has the moon vanished today?

Oh dear, the moon's gone to a pilgrimage
To visit the monks of moonland
To bathe in holy rivers and
While coming back, to get a boon in his own hands

He comes back again
And hands his boon to the star
Because too many people see him
Even though from afar

The star gets tired holding on
And passed it to her friend beside
And they keep on passing it on
Until they've lost it- they device

Few days later the moon returns
Needy of the boon
 the stars tell him the truth
So he goes to search soon

He ask the friend and friend of friend
And friend of friend of friend of friend
Till he comes to realize that this process
Has got no end

He gets back home
To sleep and eat
Then after 15days
He sets out to repeat

So now every time you find
the moon missing from his position
Consider that he's gone
To do his regular mission

T.r.y

What if you had tried

To jump up and high

And climb a tree

And touch the sky




What if you had tried

To dive deep in sea

Beneath the surface

Of your intended only




What if you had tried

To try right then

To take a long breath

Pause and when




What if you had tried

To break free

Of your own fears

Of failing; you believed




What if you had tried

And tried and still

What if you had flied

And flied your will?

Inside Out

Mumma told me to be polite
Do not shout and do not fight.

Let's spread awareness about Autism.

'But my voice is loud' is what I say
And it's not my fault, I was made this way

I might repeat 'you know' a 100 times.
But that doesn't mean I've committed crimes.

I didn't mean to slam the door so hard
I'm sorry that I made drawings in your yard

I sometimes can't sit quite and still
And move and stop-according to my will.

I write some letters upside down
But I hope you wont understand me a half clown.

I spilled the juice today morning
But I feel bad too just as you are feeling

I may speak in between and out of turn
But I'm just as you, trying to learn

I am a human and so are you
I am just a little out of the blue

I am a copy of what you are about
It's just that I've always been Inside Out!

What happened to truth? Did it go out of style?

Kind of a Story. 

I was born in 2001 as a second child to my parents and soon named Alveera which means the speaker of truth and so ‘truth’ has been very significant in my life. I came to this world not knowing what made it and yet I do not know. As a kid I was taught- Lying is a sin. The story of Pinocchio was repeated several times so much so that I remember each and every tiniest event of that story- beginning from his birth to the time when his nose grew and grew because of his lies.

Lies- I never lied after being told not to. I was that girl who was very little exposed to the true world.

But when I met the truth everything changed.when I met the truth I started to lie. I realized that these rules were meant to be broken. Everyone lied and they said it was cool to lie. Well, let’s admit it I tried it too. Just took a little on my finger then on my tongue and oh! It was delicious and luckily a lot easier to make too. So I started to eat everything coated with lies- pasta with lie sauce and Lie Pie. Just to break the monotony I drank true tea sometimes but that didn’t completely take away the taste I had developed for lies.

When I grew older I felt that lying wasn’t cool anymore, I stopped it, moving along with the trend. That was the time I came to the conclusion that I will never lie even if it anyone else did.But just then I realized I was addicted to lies. I knew that 1 lie meant 5 more and 5 more meant 20 more….and so on. But I couldn’t stop it. It was far more than impossible. Even the ones who taught me that only fools lie were lying now. I thought that we’ll all stop this but we couldn’t because the truth “that we were lying all this time” was too bitter for us to accept it. And If one cant accept the truth how will they speak it?!.But I could. Because I found an exit to this artificial maze. Just by saying “I am a liar’ I became a truthful human.

So here I am carrying the same meaning of my life and my name- truth.

And no- no truth isn’t out of style

it can never be

because all of us at all times

carry a truthful being

along with us

till where our eyes see

Catastrophes

I made mistakes
And so did you
But no one told
We hid it-it's true

Then again we built
Another house of errors
Another room of problems
Compressed with 'god's' terror

We would rewind and replay
The same cassette
Until everything we did
Became a real threat

And now there are 101 arrows of sin
Hanging from our souls
But even healing it
Won't ever fill the holes

Picture Perfect

I do not know what to classify this into but I speak it in a way that it seems like slam poetry. So I'll call this slam poetry :)

..Mistakes of today's technologically advanced world..

My heart has inclined exactly 43°, towards where he stood and my mind, my mind processes too many images of him.
To be precise 6839 of only him. 362 of him with other people but not a single one with me.
Why can't my lenses reflect me on my own retina ? Just for once,once when I am with him.
It was a miracle, my wishes were granted and my hopes were high. But my memory,it said, 'there's no space in your memory card' I repeat there's no space in my 16gb memory card.
Oh! I had to to lose that chip
and find another one before I lost this exceptional clip of me and him standing side by side
But it was too late.
My camera tilted 43° exact and my memory processed too many images of him and didn't have any space, not even for me.
And the only space I could find later was guilty

'I want to fly'

Bright blue eyes

Copper skin

Too many losses 

For one little win

One little win 

Was her want from life 

So she got lost

In the work and strived

Always a dream 

And a little hope

Pieces of wood

And a long rope 

Hammered the nail

On her own palm

But she 

Never lost her calm

And in the end

She made a swing

To give her a
Invisible pair of wings

Nepal

So recently I visited Nepal. Yes, even when the tremors were still coming and going, just because my family lives there. By God's grace no harm to any relative of mine or any damage to our property has occurred. But there was quite a lot damage which I saw. The Singh Durbar (Royal Court) was broken, Dharahara (a tall structure) was finished, a large number of temples were damaged and the grounds were filled with colorful tents of people who had witnessed the effect of earthquake so closely they could only save themselves. I was deeply hurt by all this because Nepal is my country, I was born there.To see so much chaos and destruction it is very hard for mw.Few times we felt the earthquakes-in sleep, awake,walking,eating and doing all sorts of activities which kept our mind diverted from the fear of earthquakes. I was scared, I realized. I actually was scared of earthquakes and disasters and death. But we all have to overcome fear. Maybe that's why I went. And now that I am back alive I am glad to have conquered my own fear of death. And its a great feeling to defeat death and win over life.

I pray for all the victims of Nepal Earthquake and I am sure this will bring a new beginning for my country and a learning for all of us.



Value your life

Accept each one

Thank god, you

Aren't the one

Who has to slip

And slide and run

From the bullets

Of the nature's gun


Ps.I plan to write more frequently in the month of July. And I'll try to post something or the other daily. :)

God

Do you ever sit down and think
Why are we made this way?
What we do are they actually someone's instructions that we obey?

Is there any supreme power actually?
Or is it us who just created god unreasonably?

Is god just a word for encouragement and hope
or is he a person in real
Does ' god ' have more scope?

There are so many questions unanswered
So many incomplete lines
So many unsaid words
Still struggling to come out of our minds

But will 'god' answer them?
Will religion really understand?
And after all the truth given to us,
Will we then hold hands?

We use god wrongly
Just to make ourselves best
But we forget
God also helps the rest

We'll pray all day that no one ever breaks the record of Christians fighting Jewish or Hindus killing Muslim.
And we'll sit all day long to create misconceptions about any religion and criticize them.

We'll do all of it but we'll forget 'god' was a ray of hope not a line of war.
And we'll never,even after all this finishes, be like we were born before.

Night and Day

I know a girl
Who dances like stars
And walks like moon

I know a boy
His heart has the warmth of a thousand suns
And his mind is a boon

Even when they love each other
They are far away
They can't be together
Because they are night and day

Coincidentally found this image =)

Happy International Women's Day

Can you see the sun which lights the moon? No? That's how women are.
Just working behind the scenes. They are determined and hardworking, less for self and more for others. And most of the times this work is not noticed and appreciated. Let us all also admire the sun which from great distance also makes the moon bright just like itself. Let us appreciate the equality and justice that the sun constantly promotes and in return not let the sun feel inferior. Let's celebrate the sun on this full moon!
Happy International Women's Day !

PS. And to the girls who are of the right age to become a womanly you must rise and shine because unless you do that you'll never become a sun =)

On The Verge Of Humanity

These trees, these birds and the stars are witness that humanity did exist, but now we're even destroying them. In near future, all that'll be left is the concrete buildings and the humans living amidst it.
In today's world humans and humanity connect nowhere. Humanity is a thought, its an intangible aspect but humans are animals,they are mammals, they are living beings like any other. We often make the mistake of calling ourselves civilized but that is a mistake. And today we, ourselves are killing ourselves. And no book or bible says that humanity means destruction and killing of themselves.
But like everyone says there's always a ray of hope to guide us towards enlightenment, there still is time and power in our hands. We still can change the unchangeable, we still can straighten things and make it better, but only if we want to. The question is, do we want to make it any better?

Advancing Towards Dancing

Hi! I, myself being a dancer wanted to write something related. So here it is...

Her body so flamboyant
Her face glowing
Her arms so strong
Instead of blood,music is flowing

Her spine straight
Her feet so loud
Her hands so firm
She makes us proud

Her lips smile
Her eyes open wide
She reaches the stage
With a look of pride

The jump and the bend and the walk
Everything's so graceful
Her eyes, they actually talk
They speak the language of expression

The slightest way of look
Or the gesture of the hand
Make her unique
Make her grand

Her response to the music
Appears on her face
Her happiness
Turns into grace

She exhales all anxiety
And breathes happiness
She sways to find
Dance- her own kind.

Lord of Love- Rain

The scent of earth
Announces rain's birth
The swaying of trees
In the sweet,wet breeze

It washes away
The sins and immorality
Even if it carries them
It is still a beauty

Its like the lord
from above
Descending
For love

And when he comes
He sounds like the sound of rain
And the chirps of birds
And the 'kaw's' of crane

But when he arrives
There is no control on his rage
Perhaps he doesn't find love here
Or he was looking for the word which never was on that page

He thunders and storms
And runs from here to there
He bangs his head thrice
Destruction, he creates, everywhere

Then,
when he sees a little boy
Help an old man
His eyes fill with joy

He stops the storm
And goes back to heaven
He wanted just a glimpse of love
And we couldn't give that even?

Joy of a Smile

You can see their mouth laugh

When they smile

You can see their crooked teeth 

When they smile

You can see their big gums

When they smile

You can see their eyes winkling

When they smile

You can see their chubby cheeks bulge

When they smile

You can see their faces glow 

When they smile

You can see their hearts dance

When they smile

You can see their mind sing

When they smile

You can see their legs fly 

When they smile

You can see their hands sway 

When they smile 

You can see yourself smile 

When they smile

Impure Love

In this cold winter


When people die


Love surrounds both of us


Our hearts tie






Your charming smile

Your sweet scent

You make it seem sweeter

Than it is meant






But this is the

season of white

Not of red, yellow, blue

Not of bright






Is our love also colorless?



Would you never ever confess

That she's more and I'm less

That she's perfect and I'm a mess






You'll never tell,

or will you?

You know it hurts me the most

When you're untrue






But when I fail after every might

I think our love is actually white

And now I'll hate each and every sight

Which might,remind me of you






My love for you is dead


But still white not red


My love for you is burnt

But still white not black

My love for you is finished

But still white,this. is. not. right.






Why was my love so fine?


Why wasn't my love impure?


It would've saved me from the pain


Which,today, I alone have to cure...

Shrine of Lies

Putting a mask on your face
Doesn't change your caste, your race
It can't change your mind and soul
And transform your thoughts and remold
It hides,not confide.
It still remains, not change.

The mask covers your faith and fear
Your dignity and cheer
So why do you do this?
Why do you facade?
Why are you shy to show the world the true you?
Why do you mask your misery and you sorrow
with such happy faces?

Reveal it.Don't conceal it.
You're beautiful even without
the piece of doubt
You don't need it
So don't even seek it.
Just be a free bird in the independent skies.
Soar high without any lies,
without any cries.

Candyfloss and Chocolate bars

Kanatal is the most beautiful hill station I have seen yet. It's not like I haven't seen many- I have traveled only mountains in the last year. Sometimes it also makes me sick to count how many I have actually been to and I really want to travel a beach or something but at the same time I don't want to miss the mesmerizing view and the heavy, cold breath one gets after trekking miles.

So this time we thought of going to Kanatal because my brother really wanted to see snow and they say it snows a lot at this time of the year over there. We left on 3rd morning for Haridwar and via Rishikesh we reached Kanatal.OH MY GOD! IT WAS FREEZING. THE SNOW WAS PEARL WHITE. Wait what? No! That's me dreaming. Hahaha. All I saw there was a sunset and a sunrise.. well both were marvelous..Oh! and of course frozen puddles of dirty water which were not quite close to snow.

"Don't get disappointed. It wasn't in our hands." said dad. "Doesn't even matter, the view itself made our trip worth." said mom trying to console us. "No mom!Candyfloss clouds were the best.. I mean don't you want to eat them?"said my brother still lost in his fantasy world. "Oh really? I think the Chocolate tree bars were more appealing to look at." I started off trying to tease my little bro."Yushika." mom said trying to defend her favorite one."There's no snow!" said the not-so-lost boy." "There's no snow.But we'll come again to see snow for sure." mom assured him. "Yes, anyways Lakshya has all the time in this world." I said again at seeing no effect earlier"Dad will get you" mom said ignoring my sarcastic comments. "Lets see." Pa was very clever.Couldn't say yes because then Lakshya wouldn't leave his soul in peace until he had done what he had said and there was no chance for no otherwise we all know what would've been the result of no.

Now another trip to another mountain is due. Look! I told you.

Sunrise