Think And Erase

At this poorest time, poorest year, poorest month and day Where is my old, long-standing beautiful world? Me, inside the four walls. I mean, I asked to myself Am I safe? am I safe? Am I safe, inside the four walls? Are my people safe? How does it happen? Game of unbiased days. Inside the walls of my mind, I can’t find peace, in this paused world Nights and nights and the whole night Drives just in a hope that I will sleep Asking myself, am I safe? In these four walls of home and mind Stay cool, calm and compose Repeating my heart again and again Next morning, when sunlight falls on one, I love Seems to be a light of danger and dark Only creates a fearful spark Again, I got hope and start Counting the things, I have and had Even though I know I am richly blessed. ONLY THING LEFT IS WRITING. It will not take the danger away neither bring loving ones closer. But, Will create this fearful spark as an exciting history 22 April 2020, tod

Once upon a time, it was 2020 in INDIA. A boy of 11 named Raju stuck in his own house for three months because of lockdown by Modi ji due to a disease COVID-19. Raju was having mixed feeling of happy and sad both. happy because he was promoted to next class without any kind of exam. and sad because IPL was cancelled as he was a big fan of Virat Kohli. Suddenly he found a secret door under his bed. Which opens in a building of 19 floors.  Nobody knew about that door and that building filled with lots of mysteries. he entered there and was so curious about to see all 19 floors. at first floor, he meets BRO, owner of the building and got welcomed by him. Bro was not normal like other humans, somewhat like a robot. Ignoring bro Raju continued to the second floor he saw that whole floor was burning. Raju was surprise to see that fire can’t touch him, he moved to the third floor, found a sea, and was able to walk on water he was unknown to his powers.   Bro helped Raju to recogn

A breezy breeze touches my cheeks, I questioned him, "Who are you?" And he came back with the handsome style, that I want to share; I am the solitary, Who has neither a birth spot nor a death spot? Just keep on running from here to there. On or after your head to foot; Sorry, a little I'm hot but most of the occasions I am chill. I can create flowers to shower on you; Plus I can craft dirt to be in your eyes, I string on you and make music sweet I keep up the kite of your dreams and Blow the colorful bubbles of your need too I can be the best feeling in the world, Only the thing, you have to feel; He mumbled in my ear "seal your eyes", Sense the smoothness that touches You, your cheeks, Spread your arms, Stare at the blue, And have a bottom less breathe. You cant notice me and that is true, Although you can feel with more prospective.

I love some one, No! its not true; sorry! I do not know, what is it? I want someone. can anyone listen to me? I really have lots of things to share, I need a true soul; So that I can cry as much I can.  But this world, will it allow? Many questions strikes in mind just in a fraction of second; "Really we need to give a name to that relationship", I mean the one, With whom I am laughing; With whom I am smiling; With whom I am spending my hard times, Whose support is always there for me. A question for you 'Is there a real need to give a name to that relationship? Will this beautiful world allow this special thing to survive? I don't know what to do ? what's happening? But I know one thing how to remain happy. Today and everyday I am trying to be "happy". What can be the reason to be in search? Will I never get someone  with whom I can share anything without any fear. A "hug", which can take all the worries just in a blink of an eye. I am not say

The "Once" of our life and never supposed to be reversed, No words can state, but can't also remain without shared. Just want to go back with the utmost potential, But the law of nature do not supports any memories, let it be any stronger. Before clouds seemed clear, signaled to fly as high I can, Now the "Sky is the limit" shouts every men. Everyone seemed to be our, the history was beautiful as rainbow jar, We were the stars, winner of every war without any scar. No any second thought, Played with very toy papa bought. Friends to talk, Gadgets to play, Comics to read; Questions to ask, nothing to pray and no greed That 5 'o' clock of evening bringing us the feeling of happiest person on earth, Will it ever come back? Now, what to say where am I? Everything is here, Here is the clear sky of my dreams, fair of many kites, At last, just wish for to clung on mother's lap, wait for that evening to be back at home just to make it again a perfect snap. 

|| | Not to be acquainted with what to do next? ||| How to react? ||| What to speak? ||| Would they say yes or no? ||| How to manage it? ||| What would be the upshot? ||| Is it right or wrong? ||| Will other consider it? ||| What will be the reputation in individuals eyes? Lots of questions strikes in mind within fraction of seconds; And on the other hand, in the extreme need of someone, yes! the soul mate. Whose existence we always feel whenever we take a deep breathe through our pious lungs, The lungs hanged inside the rib cage with the handsome heart. Who can let us forget all the worries in the blink of an eye, Whom we can trust blindly and share everything, It tries for a strong attitude creating layers of faces, one upon the other. Everybody likes it everybody appreciates it.  But ask to it is it alone? Sometimes it tries to be normal like others pretending happy humans, But the heart says "no!" and cries, "Allow me to spread my wings, Let me touch the height. And