Stay Where You Are

Stay Where You Are

Daddy, what’s going on?
I can’t understand.
All these people in the uniform,
What are they doing on our land?

Oh, it’s nothing, my son,
They must be searching for someone.
Or someone might have lost their car,
Don’t worry, stay right where you are.

Daddy, why do these people,
Need a gun to search a car?
They can ask every person kindly,
Or to a kid like me
Who will tell everything for a chocolate bar!

Son, now you listen to me,
Very carefully.
Don’t tell anybody anything for a chocolate bar,
These people might trick you for what you are.

But daddy I’m just five,
And I don’t like them walking in my garden.
One of them is fiddling with my bicycle,
Stop him, daddy, around here you are the warden.

No dear, I can’t do that,
Let them do whatever they want.
(How should I tell you, my son, this terrible news,
They are not searching for a car or someone else)

Daddy, Daddy,
They’ve got a doggy colored brown.
I want to play with him, daddy,
Where have you gone?

(I don’t know what to do son,
Now there’s no way to run.
All I care about is you,
But these uniform guys won’t understand
What we went through)

Daddy, where are you?
There’s someone banging the door.
Should I open it instead?
Or should I stay right where I am like you said?

I am sorry my child,
I should have told you before.
Daddy has done a bad thing honey,
These uniform guys are here to take me.

What are you talking daddy,
Why is this guy with the gun holding your neck?
Daddy, I’m scared now daddy,
Why are you crying, is he hurting your neck?

Don’t worry my son, everything will be alright,
Don’t forget your daddy and our memories from the days and nights.
These people will take me, away from you son, somewhere far,
Don’t move and don’t worry; just stay right where you are.

#Brainwork

Reflection

Blood, as it passes,
Through the veins, into the heart.
Its speed suddenly rises, when I see her,
And the heart starts beating fast.

Those tousled hair strands,
That falls over her face
Makes me understand,
Her captivating beauty along with her grace.

She is a Fear,
She is a Sweetheart.
She is Strength,
That blooms life’s every part.

I looked up in the sky,
So huge it was, one can lose in its infinity,
I wondered, however,
How do her tiny eyes manage to do that?

A tiny fear still crumbles,
In her spacious, loving heart.
What if someone sees us?
Will it be bad or not?

I say to this,
The World has eyes, let them see.
Without any critics,
What fun lies in publicity?

The future is bright,
You need to believe me.
And stop making assumptions,
They are like the branches of a chopped tree.

It was just yesterday,
So alluring it was when you sat across on that chair.
Soon you went away, and all that was left was,
The empty chair and your reflection.

I feel the shortage of words,
But I think I have said enough.
Still there’s not a feeling of completion?
Sadly, you have to wait until the new edition.

SHE

When I was a child I was often asked a question which was difficult to answer. The question was, ‘Whom do you like the most father or mother?’. My reply would generally be like ‘I like them both equally …’ and I would shut myself because that was an ultimately difficult question. And I am sure that most of us have faced the same problem sometimes  at least once in life!

That soft voice, that gentle touch, those gleaming eyes which have the potential to hide all the problems behind their tears, and those magical hands which every time when she cooks leaves you surprised. She is not just a woman but a standalone force of the family. She holds immense love in her heart along with huge courage of facing the hard times. She struggles, she manages, and she has an extraordinary power that puts a smile on all those faces without even saying a single word. She stays back at home and plans the future of her family, she goes for a job and plans a future for her family. Not a single time she thinks of herself but the family. All the love seems like pouring from a flooded river and all the positivity seems to enter the soul when she touches my cheek and tousles my hair. I can’t stop myself from looking back, to see her, standing there at the door, still waving her hand and saying, ‘Come back home soon, I will make your favorite sabzi today’. I wave my hand in return, I turn my face, I struggle hard to stop the tear that is about to roll on my face and I thank god for this precious gift he has bestowed upon me for my entire life. She is an inspiration, she is courage. She is a Mother.

There are times when you feel low, you need to talk to someone yet there’s no one you can find. You try to isolate yourself and lock yourself in your room. And even if you go in public you try to put on a fake smile to manipulate every eye. But, there are still some eyes that catch you in a glimpse. I sat on the stairs, my face buried in my knees and arms covering my ears and face. So tensed and so depressed, it was like the balloon of stress will burst any time inside my head. Then I felt something, a hand rolled swiftly on my hairs. It was so nice, it was so gentle. It was like the hand was sweeping the stress little by little from my head. I felt so calm. Then she spoke, ‘Oye hero, get up, let’s go on a stroll, let’s buy an ice-cream, let’s talk about your heroine..’ and then she laughed, loudly. She kept on laughing and patting me on my back. I smiled under my knees. I got up and saw her smiling face; she is an idiot I thought. She was still laughing. I punched her and hopped down the stairs. She did the same and said, ‘Hero, get ready for an adventure’. She is crazy, yet understanding. She is a guardian for every one of us and guards us against the problems. She is a fantastic person that everyone has. She is a Sister.

Some random day, when you are sitting in the canteen, taking a sip of hot tea. And your eyes peek up from the cup, you see someone and the next thing happens is; you are completely stunned. You can’t move your eyes unless the hot tea burns your tongue. But those two seconds, when your eyes witnessed something marvelously beautiful, come to a halt like a movie has been paused. Everything, except your eyes and her, stops and those two seconds seems like an eternity. You stop sipping the tea until she is there standing at the counter, you can’t afford to waste those precious moments. You know that she doesn’t even know your existence, yet some force strikes your heart and eyes and try to find a connection. Days, weeks, months pass, one day you talk to her. And things get moving on. She cares for you like a mother cares for her child, she loves you till infinity. The burden of problems gets lighter because she is the one strong and firm supporter. You feel crazy, you feel happy around her. You believe in yourself, you start being yourself because she makes you realize your potential. She is not just a woman, she is the one who helps you find yourself and achieve great heights of success. She is a Best friend, she is a girlfriend. Not everyone is lucky to have her but those who have her are among the happiest and the luckiest.

A single 1000 words article about women seems so mediocre, to describe her excellence and her love and her position in our life, but this is the least I can do to show my affection towards her ever kind nature.

Without the support of these three women, life is like a boat in the middle of the ocean with no directions to go.

#HappyWomen’sDay

#DedicatedtomyMother:)

Night

I stared at the ceiling,

The night was too dark.

Then I remembered your smile,

And your eyes with the spark…

I remembered the night,

When we sat by the road.

Your hand in mine,

Then slowly the fingers rolled…

You looked so beautiful,

In the yellow street light.

I wished to capture that moment,

In the glance of my sight…

I remembered your talks,

About your family and friends.

Then asking me if you should stop!

Because you thought it was all irrelevant.(?).

But the truth seems all different,

I knew it then, and I knew it right.

Without you, oh dear,

Life is like a miserable night…

Now, I-can’t-stop-myself,

Still I-am-holding-myself.

The words-are-stuck-inside,

And, I-can’t-even-help-myself…

I made a mistake,

I thought we were falling apart.

I should have been patient,

And should have waited till we talked…

But the damages are done,

And I realize them now.

Together we weren’t falling apart,

But alone I-am-now..

I am done now,

Looking you in the pictures..

Come out of them, because,

And I’m in a disaster..

I miss your smile,

And that spark in your eyes.

The night is unbearable

Tell me, when will our Sun Rise?

Autumn

There should be the world
Where everything is perfect,
But that won’t be this one
Because here people just forget.

We are deceived by the angels
Who have surrounded us,
And there’s very least we can do
Because they are so pompous.

There was a time
When we were not alone,
Then, they cared even for a dime
Now, not even for one.

In the name of a relation
You get a sugar coated truth,
Whereas in the name of a truth
You get a fabricated lie.

Courageous are those
Who accept their mistakes,
Sweetheart are those
Who compensate for losses.

I have lost a great deal
The one with the friendship seal,
The seal seems to be broken now,
And the package is stolen now.

I am a tree,
But autumn has began.
My leaves have shed
And I am barren again.