It is your presence,that makes the red of my lipstick more vibrant.
It is the warmth in your voice that makes my heart skip a beat,
It is the slice of sunshine in your smile, that makes my day brighter.
It is the playfulness in the way you speak,that makes my cheeks blush a shade deeper.
It is the care you shower,that makes me glow like a star.
It is the strictness in your manner, that makes me more cautious.
It is the shade that you provide,comforts me like home.
It is the blanket of your affection, that embraces me into depths of bliss.
It is your presence my dear,
That makes it worthier.
I watched him on one corner of a busy railway platform. His broom in hand, a wild look in eyes and his wand somewhere around.
He does have scars. Not one but uncountable. Yet I couldnot help but notice his innocence. Suddenly a smile played on his lips. Someone was coming. A large bearded figure could be seen from a distance. Was it Hagrid?
Ahh! the look of freedom in his eyes say so.
“Your admission is done, now you don’t need to sweep platforms. You can go to school. For free”
Those words were like music to his ears.
Get up you asshole! Who is going to feed you if you don’t work?
His mother yelled.
Potter was on his way to sweep off another day with his broom
All the embroideries and sequins couldnot complete his showstopper outfit. Yet just a baby bump on the model did.
Mai hoo, mai hoo..(I’m there, I’m there)
Tumhare chai k chuskiyo me (In sips of your tea)
Tumhare sukhe kapdo k silwato me (In the creases of your dry clothes)
Tumhare haatho ki adakaari me ( In the creativity of your hands)
Tumhare khoye hue lifafo me ( In those envelopes you have lost)
Tumhare adhure sapno me ( In your unfulfilled dreams)
Tumhare soye hue zid me. (In your hidden stubbornness)
Tumhare khamosh lafzo me mai hoo ( In your silent words)
Tumhare tanhaai me, tumhare dard me (In your emptiness, in your pain)
Tumhare khushi me aur har ek ehsaas me (In your happiness and in each and every feeling)
Mai hoo (I’m there)
Mai hoo?( Am I there?)
Ya sirf meri ehsaas….( Or is it the feeling of my existence…)
Being a teacher I got to meet the loveliest creation of God, “children”. They say it is easier handling a baby, but once they grow up, it is a difficult ball game. Well as a teacher I believe, bringing up a child is a continuous process. It starts from their birth and keeps going on.
Sometimes I used to see teenagers, especially girls act completely weird around grown ups. They try to show they are very confident, driven, and hate boys. The boys on the other hand, try to act cool, careless and obviously hated girls. When I got the opportunity to interact with them, I found the root cause of their problems. Most of them are actually afraid of their true selves. They have to prove themselves in every aspect of their lives. On top of that, they have to look attractive. No matter from which financial background they came from. Most importantly, they don’t have someone to talk to. Yes they have friends, but they don’t find someone older than them who actually understands them.
All these mixed emotions make them bratty, cranky and ill behaved. Some go into a shell and some become rebels. But there is a void which only parents can fill. There parents might be working very hard to achieve everything for their kid. But if they can spend atleast an hour with their kid each day and just listen to all their cute little stories, the families will be happier along with the child.
Yours lips did touch mine, but you couldnot listen my unspoken words.
My body was all yours, yet you never tried to delve deeper.
I donot miss your love, I just miss your body.
Its warmth, and the pleasure it offered.
To be continued
These days, the sky looks more blue.
These days, the sunset looks a little more breathtaking.
These days, the short phone calls we have, holds more meaning.
These days, the sound of the moving train feels musical.
These days, your voice sounds sweeter.
These days, all the meaningless odd jobs turn into something magical.
These days, I feel more closer to happiness,
These days, I forget to shout at mistakes.
These days, I become a little bit crazier.
I think, I am going closer to loving life these days.