🌸 A Daddy Is Born 🌸

It’s not just you who came that day,
My little girl like a baby star in the sky;
In your tiny breath, your trembling cry,
A daddy was born too!

The moment you arrived, my love,
You held my fingers softly yet tight;
As if you knew that I was yours,
As if you chose me, in your first sight!

I was the first to hold you here,
On this wide and wondrous earth;
And in my arms, I realised,
You have given me a second birth!

Thank you my girl, for choosing me,
For lighting up my weary soul;
For breathing gentle life in me,
For assembling my heart back whole!

When you cry my little one,
My tears rise with yours too;
I try the world, I try my all,
Just to calm and bring a smile to you!

Love me the way I dream you will,
With warmth forever unmistakably true;
Give me the love I never ever had,
Let it bloom from me to you!

Stay healthy, happy, and safe, my child,
In every step, each day;
For in your light, my precious girl,
A father finds his way!

Read More →

The Creative Gears in the Business

Creativity is a boon!

To whomsoever it accompanies, that thing skyrockets. It acts as a tertiary boost to every core business, to every core action carried out by an individual. Creativity is like a colorful lantern which brings attention to its beholder. It amuses people and brings eyeballs rolling. And chances are that the business start to bask in glory because of all the attention. And the person blessed with creative traits becomes the talk of the social circles.

All these thoughts started riveting before me as I entered this not so crowded restaurant in a locality at South Delhi. The spoilt mood and uneasiness dwelt from the satanic polluted air suddenly felt at ease. Because here we had colors, unlike the grey in the smoggy air outside. It had minimalism with beautiful caricatures of Indian celebrities hanging around the walls.

And who doesn’t love Bollywood? Well, I am sure that I love Bollywood a lot.
The core business of this place is to attract hungry souls and provide them good food. Which I think it lacks and is sub-par with other Delhi food joints and eateries. Food is the core business here, and as per me not so going strong. But I feel very difficult to complain about food, because the overall dining experience around the beautiful caricatures became so dear to me. I was smiling all the while I was gobbling the food. This is the magic of having creative gears in the business armory.

Read More →

The Red Crab Clan

The clan of red crabs dwell peacefully and proudly across the sandy beach. The brown sandy spread appears to be dotted by their presence. The farthest extent to which your eyes can help on the sands, the red crabs keep running here and there and everywhere. They mark their presence so profoundly that it is implicit to say that the clan governs this beach.

Reverie and Revera, the queen and the king, rule their clan of red crabs here. They ensure that everyone of them is safe and guarded against any threats from enemies. They are dwelling in the state-of-the-art tunnels under the sand. Humans are still far away from expertise in building such architectures. How complex is the network of tunnels beneath, this only Shambhu knows. Shambhu, he is a human. He is the chief fisherman in the area. He never stops praising to his fellow men about the beauty of the red crab clan and the mesmerism that dwells below the sand in the complex network of tunnels. 

Reverie and Revera, they are always alert against any unusual human intervention. The moment a vibration is detected, the clan blows a trumpet of escape. The crabs would run away like anything. A commotion so contiguous that it appears a whole red patch on the ground is moving. One cannot spot exactly where Reverie and Revera are, but they are always monitoring the commotion. In sense of urgency, they run towards the red patch in danger and lead them to safety. Shambhu is very sharp. He seems to know a lot about these red crabs. When he is not fishing, he voluntarily enlightens tourists of these red crabs. I met Shambhu too, and he ensured that I remember my encounter with red crabs forever.

Soon after the sun ascended from the belly of the sea, Shambhu called me to the beach for a stroll. The sea waves were doing justice that day, and kept embracing our footsteps constantly as we walked. The red crab clan seemed busy in their daily routine to bathe in the chilly waves. Our footsteps alerted them soon and they chose to skip the bathing. Shambhu spoke of Reverie and Revera, that they must be watching both of us and the red patches running away in commotion.

“I am afraid of crabs, don’t they bite?”, I asked.

“You are afraid of crabs? These red crabs?” asked Shambhu surprisingly.

“Yes, I am.”

“Let me help you with your fear”, assured Shambhu.

I defer to share the drama that followed. But it happened. And at the end, I surrendered to Shambhu. I held a red one softly in my hand, careful enough that it doesn’t bite or pinch my fingers. The moment I released him on the sand, he ran fervently towards the sea.

I am sure Reverie and Revera would have watched this too from one of the many red patches around. I hope they were gratified that I handled one of their fellow with love and care. I hope the red crab clan would remember me like I am going to remember them forever.

PS: This post is part of a fiction that I weaved while taking a stroll on a chilly Februrary morning near Mohona Beach, West Bengal.

Read More →

Available For Rent in the Clouds

In the dense fog around, hardly anything to be seen. As if the whole surrounding is floating in the clouds. But I can see my small apartment soaked in the fog.

Yes, this is the one where I spent my last night.

My view is very much restricted. To be able to see some more, I need to muster courage and walk towards it, and then I can see the next restricted view unfold.

Birds have given up on laziness and are chirping while they work. They are chirping somewhere but nowhere to be seen. Insects are not behind, and they are competing the birds with the continuous buzzing in the bushes engulfed in the mist.

Trees sway intermittently, as the wind gushes through. And an ambience of drizzle is created by the trees.

Yarn ends in my cloth have been embraced by the fog too, and their lingering love is so enticing that my brisk walking has no effect on them.

As I walk some more, I hear the waves from the sea. There is a sea nearby, but everything is dissolved in the fog.

Only voices from waves I can hear, and my feet are moving obediently towards those voices.

My moving feet stands still as they touch the salty water, intensely cold, moving forward to brush my feet and retracing back.

My eyes which have moistened quickly from the cold, witness a new friend. Very shy and in a hurry to go away after greeting me. But how could I let him leave without his photograph?

This whole ambience is at rent. You come, you stay, and then you pack your bags and leave. It's time for me to leave.

Because neither my monetary affordability allows it, nor allows my workplace, to stay here any longer.

I need to get back to work and face the reality once again.

PS: This is a short tale of my experience at Sana Beach and Resort, Mandarmani, during early cold weeks of February.

Read More →

The Confines of Four Walls and a Roof

Within the confines of four walls and a roof, we create a sweet spot there for ourselves. That sweet spot makes us the most comfortable in this world. This comfort is not just about having the riches of world class furniture, soft cushions, air conditioners, or aesthetic lights in the room. Rather it is about the feeling of staying true to yourself and contented with whatever you have. This is the spot where you are free, and with your freedom you think, you plan, you work or relax and get ready for the next day.

The confines of four walls and a roof comes in different forms and make. A person’s monetary capacity and societal laws determine the form and make of this confinement. Monetary capacity because a person can afford and build his confinement according to how merrier their bank accounts are. Societal laws determine this too because there are few people put behind the bars. Everyone needs confinement of a room. In that room the person finds a sweet spot and slowly falls in love with it unknowingly. Even the homeless on streets are not deprived of this love. They have found their love below a bridge, under large precast drainage pipes, or inside a desolated confiscated car.

But is this love going to last forever? Yes, the love is going to last forever because if it’s “love” then by default it is going to last till the last breath is away. The places change, people at those places change, but the love one carries in their heart stays. May be for the sake of memoirs of the gone by days, or for the discovery of life experienced while staying at those places, this love finds a permanent place in our hearts. Every once in a while, like a cold gushing wind, this old love sinks taciturnly into your present confinement and tries to mingle with your newly found love.  

I see this charming young guy, dressed in an ironed and shiny uniform of a seven-star hotel, that he is wearing off from the work today. It seems he has been on his toes throughout the day, and barely got a chance to sit and unstrain his breath. He is waiting for his work shift to get over, and rush back to his chawl. Because his love for the sweet spot in his chawl room is calling him with open arms to have a cup of masala tea in the evening. Once he is back, he will be true to himself and free. He will be able to enjoy his tea to the fullest in his confinement.

Read More →

Amphan of Emotions at Shankarpur Beach

 

I was on the road trip towards Shankarpur Beach in West Bengal. This was nearly two years after the super cyclone Amphan hit coasts of India and Bangladesh. While I was on the way, I witnessed a group of people working on this Bay of Bengal sea coast.

I stopped for a while. They said that they were working to establish a structure at the coast which can withstand high tides and lessen the impact on the land and houses inhabited with people. It was painful to see houses around dilapidated with the wrath of the cyclone that came two years ago, and they were still not livable yet. Many have left the place and moved away as their houses were completely destroyed in the cyclone. But people working at the site were jubilant of the fact that now it will be safe as the tetra pods that they were installing will absorb the mighty waves of the sea. And they were also happy sharing the fact that very soon this coast line will be like Marine Drive, Mumbai. 

Listening to them, coupled with sounds of roaring sea in the air, my eyes travelled across and made me palpate to the power this massive water body holds within. We are too weak to control it, and yet we are trying hard. This is the nature of human after all; we try to control and conquer. Human can somehow tame the wild, but the wilderness cannot be completely polished off. The wilderness is going to stay there. And time to time it has showed that in the past.

With all these thoughts whirling in my mind, I wrote few lines to versify this Amphan of emotions - The Constant Incessant. Link to that blogpost is here.

I am sharing few photos that I clicked on my road trip towards Shankarpur Beach in this post. 

Read More →

The Constant Incessant

Raw, Wild and Mighty,

Its profusion of emotions,

Untamed incessantly.

With unveiling beauty of the moon,

It churns within and ascends,

As if tripping to a bereft tune.

When the sky shines at night

And stars mischievously party;

Here it roars on its plight.

Men want safety from the wrath,

And hence station the boulders,

Afraid of the devastation at aftermath.

Little does the little men know,

Voluminous insult it has drunken,

Beyond the thresholds of an ideal show.

The angry body had narrated its story

To the skilled oarsmen beating its chest,

And shared how it feels of the spoiling spree.

It warns every now and then,

That it is Raw, Wild and Mighty,

Its profusion of emotions

Untamed incessantly. 

Read about the Amphan of Emotions which led to creation of this post.

Read More →

Years In A Wrap - 2022

The horse ride was a bumpy one. At times, I thought it was not even a horse, rather it was the earth quaking as I walked past the lanes. But no, that was a horse indeed, I realized this much later. And I didn’t know how to ride one. If you don’t choose something, it doesn’t mean that thing won’t come to you. Sometimes they just come to you even without you having called for them specifically. The horse ride came to me unknowingly, and I failed at it.

More than three years now, I look back at the miles travelled. I judge them now. I judge them because now I feel I have grown with the experience and learning. In my judgements I find I was the biggest defaulter. I defaulted miserably. I kept on failing and never gathered enough courage to look upon myself. I have regret of not been able to perform, to be the best that I could, and handle situations with maturity. I thought, and I spoke blubberish and always felt victimized. Today, I own the responsibility that I was wrong and all the defaulting traits were inside of me. I feel sorry on myself for being so. I seek apology for my actions to everybody, and to myself. I cannot agree more with what Sant Kabir said.

बुरा जो देखन मैं चला, बुरा न मिलिया कोय । जो दिल खोजा आपना, मुझसे बुरा न कोय ॥

I failed like such an idiot who can write a book on how to fail. But I am glad, there still prevails opportunities for me. For example, a loser like me can write a book on how to fail. The opportunities will always be there, even after having committed tonnes of mistakes. I am glad that today I take cognizance of all my mistakes and acknowledge them upon me. I learned to look on the brighter side of my journey. These emotions empower me to continue my journey. Casually, I want to quote few lines from an enthralling poetry by Faiz Ahmad Faiz.

और भी दुख हैं ज़माने में मोहब्बत के सिवा, राहतें और भी हैं वस्ल की राहत के सिवा ।

The health took a toll as well. Being in a good state of personal health is matter of utmost importance for everyone. A good health comprises of your mental fitness and your physical fitness. Each of these two are invaluable. I neglected both and failed at it. When I will write the book on how to fail, if in case I am left with no other choice, I will include failure lessons from the health aspect too. I will try my best in years to come to maintain a good health, my mental and my physical health. And I wish everyone does this.

Just like a good health of our body and the soul, a good financial health of yours cannot be neglected as well. Over the years I realized I failed at managing my own finances. But thankfully towards the end of this year I realized and took steps to correct them. There is no set rule which will always work in favor of your finances. But definitely a disciplined regime will help somewhat. I have started practicing it.

Too much of writing, now I need to get back to my horse and begin riding. The journey is on.

Read More →

Kaleidoscope

Today I gaze down from the sky,

A child I see and he looks familiar.

In dearth of space all around,

He runs diagonal and back on the roof.

There is jovial ting-a-ling of toys too, 

As he searches for friends in dilapidated walls.

There are rivers coursing below,

And many puddles made of rain.

Torn out from stacks of old newspapers,

He crafts his boats and sets them afloat.

Holi is still far, but colors stay.

With Red, Blue, Yellow and Green, 

He imprints arches of hands on his faded shirt.

Who has the bat? And who brings the ball?

This daily mess the playground speaks.

Ditched away at the far boundary,

Dazzlingly he spots himself in the propelling airplane.

Just the same innocent pair of eyes,

But now old and aided with glasses.

Today I gaze down from the sky,

A child I see and he looks familiar. 

There was no electricity all night,

And with clock the light of the dawn waits.

Only the Sun will illuminate the darkness,

Rising lazily from the skyline.

Breakfast and the schoolbag get ready,

One day more with a safety-pinned shirt at school.

Legs hurt, but walk past hastily to the stop,

Not much time before the bus gets off.

Occupying the last seat on the left of the aisle,

The heavy bag safely lays concealed.

With the loud whir of the wings in the sky,

Carelessly peeking his head out of the window,

Dazzlingly he spots himself in the propelling airplane.

Just the same innocent pair of eyes,

But now old and aided with glasses.

Today I gaze down from the sky,

A child I see and he looks familiar.

Read More →

Welcome Home, Oh Mother - 2022

Oh Mother, you are so kind.

What in this world is hidden from you, everything stays in your mind. 

I am a simple, downtrodden creation of yours. 

May your blessings and grace always remain on me like a Mother, this is what I resolve. 

I am very much elated of your coming, like everyone else is. 

Please accept my place as well amongst other devotees, and shower upon me your love.

Jealously, I demand more, I keep demanding more.

Forgive me for that. 

But I am your child, assure me that. 

I am surrounded by misery, suffering, and so many difficulties in life. 

I believe that you must be knowing this. 

Just have mercy,  Oh Mother!

Have mercy on me now.

Read More →

Poetic approach on what causes lightening and thunder - The Lightning Strikes

Science defines how does lightning happen, what causes lightning and thunder, by explaining that clouds in the sky carry bunch of positive and negative charges in them. When they grow large enough, their coming together gives gigantic spark, which we call Lightning. The static electricity in the sky gives the jolt way down till the grounds. Sometimes ferocious, sometimes muted...

A poet's take on causes of lightning defines a different story, with a metaphorical touch. It also has to do with physical coming together of a positive mass and a negative mass. Individuals when come close together, they bring emotional thunder, lightning and reverberations too. These are a benediction for many, and painful for few others. You need to listen closely to the echoes to understand what the sound has to say.

The Lightning Strikes

Even though you believed you both are repelling,

But some day you will fuse together into one.

Should we call that love? that burst of energy?

Or name it a bumbling locus shot from the nature's gun.

Though you promised you won't ever run away

But you did, and merrily you did with the repellent one.

Weren't you afraid of the lightning, hey?

The thunder caused from your deed has left me spun.

You couldn't hear my cries, my voice in twinge,

As you were floating in the skies when you two met.

I was griming, back and forth in the emotional fringe,

Upside down and rolling, drenched gloomily in the sweat.

My wounds are not going to heal soon,

Because the jolts of energy in the thunder has hit me hard.

My songs will linger to play in the perpetual tune,

As my faith in you is as firm as towers on the boulevard.

Read More →

Assurance

You had given a ray of surmise to his dying sighs,

You had raised the fallen with your tender arms,

You had infused a smile of happiness in a sobbing life.

You had made him realise when his life seemed to be at its end

That there is more life remaining in it.

Like a stone on the road, many formed him as their weapon

And many broke him to pieces as if he were a road blocker.

Then, you had reminded him of his selfdom...

Then what happened so suddenly

That you began to consider him as the same stone on your path,;

What overtook on you that you moved on so easily.

Had he died earlier when you tried to save him, 

He might not have had that much pain

As it is boiling now, 

When you have turned your face away

And left him back alone.

You should have once given him a reason, if his flaws troubled you,

Not only he would have fought the world for you,

But, would have collected pearls to ease off your suffering all along.

Yes, you could have told him once.

He contemplates with each and every tick on the croaking clock;

How can the love so profound dissolve so easily,

No, it can't...

How can you care so much, but then leave easily;

No, you can't...

If it was love, you would have stayed.

Yes, you would have stayed.

Was this for your own good?

You should have elucidated...

No, this can't be true...

Today he is alone, more lonely than ever...

Taking some last breaths probably.

He has not slept for several nights now,

The food has stopped going down his throat.

May be, the death is near...

But he still hopes that you will come and meet him before the clock stops,

And you will re-assure

That you were there for him, you are there for him,

And you will bring back this Assurance before it's time for him to leave.

Read More →

How Paperblog spoils your hardwork on your blog

When you start your blog, or your full fledged website, it's obvious that you try for gaining traffic by going into forums and sharing your posts there. There are also several blog directories which guarantee you to provide traffic and we novice bloggers submit our blogs there without going through the detailed terms and conditions.

Paperblog is one such website, which works a magazine site, and provides content from your blog or website which you submit to them. They don't provide their our content and serve content from their members who chose to submit their blogs or websites to them. They ask you to submit your blog to them after registering and then in form of feeds they will take away your posts and publish on their platform.

Such a selfish motive by Paperblog where they don't need to work on creating their own content but thrive on your work, your precious hard work which you did. Now since they have collected massive content from their different members, they are just serving them on their website, with minimal or no substantial credit to original content writer. They have put up a lot of ad networks on their website and are earning  from the work which you did.

The link that they provide, a link which is hardly visible on your post on their website, is also not a do follow link which might benefit you. Instead, they can create a pain for you when you start seeing that the content which you originally created is coming up in second or third page in Google search result but the same content on Paperblog is showing up on the first page in Google Search Results.

I was checking for Plagiarism if any content on this website is found duplicate or not. I was amazed to see very good bunch of articles coming up as plagiarised. When I detail checked, I found that it was Paperblog where my content was popping up and my own content this was is said to be duplicate. And as I mentioned, Paperblog's DA(Domain Authority) and PA(Page Authority) are much better than my own website here, and hence their Google page ranking is also better.

I am sure any content creator won't like this. I agree that it was my mistake that I did by submitting my website to them. But once I learned what my mistake was, I tried to correct it up. Although I didn't remember what password I used to create my account there, I tried my best to recover the password so that I can login and delete my account. Somehow, after recovering my access on their website, I logged in to Paperblog. To my surprise I found that I can't delete my account or deactivate it. Great!

So, here is another punch strategy from Paperblog. They won't allow its users to login and delete or deactivate their accounts themselves. You can only see your posts that are present there, as an outcome of your mistake to submit your blog to them.

Upon searching a lot, I found that I need to 'Contact' them through their contact form, mentioning that I want to delete my Paperblog account and then they will delete from their backend. Amazing.

Till now, I have dropped five such requests from their contact form to delete my account and all my posts there which are originally mine and were shared here, on this website. They haven't responded yet. And I have very faint hope that they will reply back ever or delete my account. The reason being their social account profiles, Facebook and Twitter, are not so active these days. I should not even use words like 'these days' because their social accounts are not showing any activity for last two years.

Google should take action on such websites which are hampering the original content creators and are gaining bunch of profits from the hard work of their members.

I have messaged them on their Facebook page and also shared tweets tagging their twitter handle, but I have not received any response so far.

This was a mistake I did, and currently I am not sure how I will be able to correct it. In case you are also a new bee, and if by any chance you are deciding to submit your blog or website to them, then friend pause your self. With my experience I can only share that they are evil and will make profits from your work.

Read More →

Longing Heart...

From random scribblings while looking outside through a small window in twilight on a locked down city.

Read More →

The Wind and The Candle

This is the love that pulls you towards emptiness, Angel.

It has done so to me...

Longing... It's like a void, dearth of darkness spread across

On inner walls of my heart.

Of an uncountable universes there

Where mystic holes black keep chanting of timeless desires;

Yearning for lascivious infinitude;

Where candles lit by you in my hopes never die.

The two of us, you and me Angel,

 Who could never meet,

As we were oceans apart tied in our priorities of life;

I wonder why I wasn't your priority.

I keep fighting, though tired, but still gasping 

For affection all the time.

The Wind and the Candle...

They lie in their death bed  relaxed, so lost in this emptiness,

In the void of darkness,

On inner walls of my heart.

Read More →

Teesta... A longing heart for Darjeeling

The messenger clouds carry a bagful of sad messages,

The sad heart turns into fog

And the restless heart turns into Teesta...

The sad messages come to the land of hills and forests

In square boxes;

Please let the heart stay as it is,

As it reads the sad messages enthusiastically...

The clouds carry a map to guide the messenger clouds,

And the twisting roads lead to his house surrounded by gardens.

At the end of the garden lies the main gate

And the rocking chair in the Verandah...

A small strip of sun ray falls on the carpet laid on the bed

The messenger cloud empties his bags there.

The messenger clouds carry a bagful of sad messages,

The sad heart turns into fog

And the restless heart turns into Teesta...

Read More →

Warrior

The stage is all set.

For the courage to play

And defeat those lies within

Prying and proclaiming to be truth

Against his lord's pray.

The courage has to act strong

To make the fear go

And kill the ominous thong.

No, not just wait

And continue to contemplate

But to act, enact and direct

The righteousness state.

Determined against all odds

He now stands bold and tall

To fight and to win

Over his evils in all forms.

Read More →

Music in my Playlist

The music as it flows into ears, puts into a slumber where eyes are awake; but the mind has taken a leap into memories.

Memories unfold, as if someone has played a movie on VHS; and characters have started their play, some good and some bad.

I don’t see myself, but I see I lived those moments; having whirled and danced on the tunes as if somebody made me do so.

Each track on the playlist, bears a story of its own; stories that I wanted to write my way but were re-tailored by the destiny.

Read More →

Bidding Bye to 2017 | Welcoming 2018...

The year is about to end, at what note its going to end that’s up to us how we perceive. What you get to see with the flow of time, good or bad, happiness or sadness, it all depends on our perception. I stress this fact, that it won’t be incorrect to say that each year goes by like a neutral phase, with no bias for inclination towards raising you higher or putting you soiled in ashes. It’s just our experiences in this phase and how we have perceived it, and accordingly we decide how the year had been for us. But, the fact is, the year went by was just the same for each one of us. What it brought differently for us is our experiences. Everything will get soiled, but never will our experiences. Hence each year, the year gifts us our experiences in different forms, so that we get that special gift which is imperishable.

The year 2017 had loads of experiences for me. I thank this year for all that. It made me more learned, it made me more enlightened, and definitely it made me more strong. If you are strong, you gain the efficacy to withstand further experiences. What those experiences will come out to be, that again depend on our perception.

This year, I had the opportunity to buy for myself PlayStation 4. This was something was something which I longed for since my childhood. I was also lucky to have my hands on my own first MacBook. These dreams are small, but it gave me loads of happiness. I thank the God, and my parents, without the help of whom I could not have achieved these small dreams into reality. I am lucky to have such a beautiful destiny, such a beautiful family. I want to live forever for them to serve them with the best that I can. But the most significant thing that I did in 2017, was to save the life of a dog pup. He was so little, and almost drowning in the deep drains of Kestopur, Kolkata, nearby my rented house. People passed by, took no notice of his wails and cries, which were intermixed with bustles of this city. I heard, but somehow pretended to myself that I didn’t like others. But then, my heart compelled me to go forward, and bring that little pup out from the drain, where he was fighting to breathe, unable to get out on its own from such a deep drain. I pulled the pup out, and he was there looking at me, with those thankful but tired eyes, shaking his body and spitting off the killing spree that went inside him.

It takes so much little to help others. If you have evaluated that the help you are going to offer is not going to hamper your own self any bit, don’t hesitate, and move forward to offer your helping hand.

I know the year 2018 will also have loads of experiences to offer me. I am happily prepared for it. But the one and only thing that I have put up in my resolution is not to leave my creativity, not to leave those things that I enjoy doing out from my regular work, and I will keep my humorous side intact.

Here is a small clip, where Mr. Shah Rukh Khan is giving a motivational speech at Maulana Azad Urdu University. Towards the end of 2017, I came across this video and his speech motivated me a lot. I hope others will find it motivating as well. The one highlighting line from his speech that I would like to quote: 

“ Zindagi me kabhi na kabhi, kahin na kahin, aisa mukam ayega jab aap akela feel karenge. Ho sakta hai dukh ka samay bhi aye. Us waqt apki creativity hi apki sabse achi dost hogi. Duniya usko mane, ya na mane. ”

Read More →

His life as a Shadow

His life as a shadow… The part of his life which wandered to find its existence in light. Each day, with the Sun in the sky, he was there, with its intensity dependent on the gleaming source of light. He crossed by every road, and people kept the distance, afraid of their sacred quintessence to get polluted. The shadow knew the only sacred quintessence that ever existed in this world was Love. The love in people’s heart would never intersect the path that shadow followed. The shadow would contemplate, over-think, and when he could no longer conclude a definite reason, he would get drowned in glasses of darkness.

He felt safer there, in those glasses of darkness, as darkness numbed his feelings and prevented him to seek Love. Love is a thirst for him, to be loved, to be embraced in warmth of arms, to be felt over the hearty bosom. But who could have explained him, that shadows can never be embraced, they can never be hugged… While the cat’s crossing the road before sanity of love in people’s heart is blamed a bad omen, the shadow’s urge to be loved was treated as a disease, that potentially had the efficacy to disturb the balance of love in the world.

The shadow had a theory, that this world is fixated on one of the pan of a universal balance, on the other pan sits love. This universal balance is under control of the almighty, and love is a blessing that the almighty has gifted people with. Love in each of the people’s heart accumulated together, in form of a big ball, sits on the other pan of the universal balance and maintains the scale to neutral position. If ever someone shared their love with the shadow, the scale of this balance will fluctuate, and the pan where this world sits will be endangered. People don’t wish that to happen, and want to keep their home safe.

The shadow questioned himself, if sharing love with him endangered the world’s existence on the balance, then why not grow more love, the extra part, and make that for the parched shadow. He couldn’t find the answer, and he soaked himself in the glass of darkness to relax, to numb his senses and feelings.

The shadow feels himself complete in the darkness, healed, and relaxed. Though still thirsty, but he feasts on the never ending darkness, instead of Love that he longs for. The light discriminates him, for the odd that he has within. This is the story of his life as a 'Shadow'.

(Image Courtesy : Google Images Search)

Read More →