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India, a  nation of hues and spirits. One of the most visited country in the world, famous for its colors, architecture, food, spices and above all, its culture. A culture purely based on ethics and values that flows in its every native.  With these thoughts just crossed my mind, my chest puffed out, feeling proud of the motherland I was born too. I was walking along the path of the park, just like any other evening. Its always good to have a walk after an exhausting day. Company of thought for some few miles do contribute for a better day. As I was walking, something hit my foot, upon looking down, I found it was a small pocket diary fell from the pocket from someone who just passed by. I picked it up and turned, a blonde lady was walking away with earphones plugged in. I yelled- "Excuse me m'am!" Expectedly, it went in unheard, so i ran to her. She was blonde and height, a little less than me. She was walking confidently on the

One day, the eighty-eight-year-old ‘you’ would be sitting on a bench in a park, in nostalgia, in melancholy. Much above worldly affairs or disconnected from loved ones, you would be sitting there much wiser from now. Much wiser or less concerned, it does not make any difference. You would be sitting there alone and yet together with a lot of people, not physically but mentally. Remembering each and every person you could remember from each part of your life. Starting from your kindergarten friend who saved you from bullies. You don’t have any clear memory of your friend’s face or name, but recalling that event makes you happy and thankful to your probably first friend in school. Then your neighboring buddies, different age, different faces, different places but one common thing, the bond of togetherness and that fun you had even after quarrels. How can you forget your cricket buddies, karate kids and school bus pals? You’ll relive those olden days. Those mom

ज़िद्दी बनो, ज़िन्दगी खुद-ब-खुद आसा हो जाएगी ! जैसे किरण का छोर हो, वर्षा कोई घनघोर हो । ज़िन्दगी क तूफ़ान में- तनिक न कमज़ोर हो । रोज़ आगे चला कर, नित्य आगे बढ़ा कर । ज़िन्दगी की मुश्किलों से- तनिक ना तू डरा कर । रात की वो ओस है तू, आस का एक स्रोत है तू । ज़िन्दगी की राहों पर- खुद में ही मदहोश है तू । आंधी में जलता दीप है तू, मन में बजता गीत है तू । ज़िन्दगी के खेल में- हर हार जीता वीर है तू । खुद को सुधा पीला कर, बैरियों  से मिला कर । ज़िन्दगी की आँधियों में- तनिक ना तू हिला कर । चाहे की तारो में फेर हो, या तू खुद ही ढेर हो । ज़िन्दगी के जंगलों में- चल की जैसे शेर हो ।

Let's fade into this gentle dark night! Let's fade into this gentle dark night, In silent breeze, in silvery light. Two, together, walking holding hands, Looking through the creepy lands. Speaking steps, hearing haze, We, the us, running through maze, Before all this cracks into the bright,  Let's fade into this gentle dark night.  Warming breathe, closer hearts, Gathering the two broken parts. Together as one we'll mark height, Let's fade into this gentle dark night.  If not for once, then for forever night, Let's fade into this gentle dark night.  Before the dream cracks into the light, Let's fade into this gentle dark night.

We are dead, the day we were born!!! A million hearts, crying, Billion others, weeping. And still we can't hear, Are we dead or sleeping? Pundits slaves of hard cash, Can't we see the fuckin trash? Weird it is, the ash in sky!!! Better to say, the sky in ash! Cool, aren't we? Seeking great Wisdom to write on trees! Wailing thereafter, smoking- Roads, Save Paper, Save Trees! Sadist we are! Victims? Besides us, animals too. Rising waters, spreading- Wildfires, and raging flu! Where safety must be want, Cursed! Its her hasty need! Matured grown up brutes, Lost in lust, smokin weed! Wilderness of gloomy mess, Greed prevails in miseries! We are humans! Are we??? Soaked in real, but worries. Half dead, the day we're born! Ours is the time, make it sieve! If we can't, then let them live! If we can't, then let them live!

Imagine we are 10 yo kids… Then how would I surprise on your birthday…??? Here is the tale- “Happy Birthday”, I wished simply coyly as I shaked hands with you and you gave me 4 toffees unlike others whom you gave just one. I know, its best friend’s treat on your birthday. And now I have a reason to believe it. After distributing chocolates in whole class, you seeked teacher’s permission to give away those toffees to teachers of other classes. And when teacher asked you for your companion, the happiness was hearing my name. We went in every class together to distribute the toffees, discussing your birthday party at the evening. You were excited about your cousins coming to your place for celebrating your day. Coming back to class and attending classes. And yeah that sucks so much when its your bestie’s birthday and you have planned a surprise gift. At last, the bell for recess break rang and the teacher was gone. Before you opened your special lunch box, I

Surya Kiran Aerobatics Team (SKAT) @ Air Fest 2019 HQMC, Nagpur  Excitement increased beat by beat, Soul danced on the rhythm. Joy and thrill, both inside and outside, Just waiting for them to fly by. First the announcement, then roar in sky, Every eye searched for glory in the sky. Cries of joy and waving hereby, In seconds and flashed, they passed by. Me and the crowd were calm again, They were quite and I was cold again. Eyes full of hopes, scanned the sky again, No more announcements , no more roar again. Heart said- That was the last one, They had passed by!!!

There are only a few things left that makes us human, love is one of them. Love is obviously noble and holy. Love is not just restricted to accepting or declining the proposal, but, it gives freedom to choose between the two. Love is respecting the choice. Love is caring for other, even after the rejection of proposal. Love is not superficial or just about physical appearances, its more of inner beauty. Furthermore, beauty is not a state of body, its a state of mind. Love is supernatural, it is as divine. Love is never about complaining, its a constant wish for the betterment of other. Its is never about caste, color, creed and position, its about composition of the person. Many time we admire the beauty, but in love, beauty is about the person as a whole, beauty is about that moment. Most importantly, love is not momentary , its forever, its permanent.

Love Drug: Dose 2 Going through the photographs , a million memories in just one frame, I found something astonishing. Something more detailed, something I had never observed before, HER EYES. To my surprise, her eyes were brown . I zoomed into that photograph, a little bit blurred but as beauty is never defined by pixels , I could clearly distinguish, really dark pupil, those streaked shades of brown in iris and the contrasting white, all made them look gorgeous. And why they shouldn't be??? Those were the beautiful eyes of more beautifully bold lady . Her eyes, tell much more about her then she herself does. Her eyes, sparkling like that diamond which shines even after facing hardest of blows, unbroken, unaffected, just confident of itself, of its strength, of its own powers. The more fearless, motivated and straight forward she is, the more shy is she. And this reminds me of one such event. While everyone is busy in checking out surr

Thank You!!! I was happy; When you smiled at me; When you passed by me; Especially when, you looked me, Standing by my side. Though you never called me; You never hold me; You never touched me; I was happy. But then you left me; Left me like anything; I was shattered & broken; I was sad, yet, ALIVE!!! And the last blow came, When you smiled at me, With someone else beside you... (Now, I wanna thank you; Thank You for Coup de Grâce! ) PS- Thank You!!! For Everything...

I imagined your eyes to be beautifully dark , Almost black with bright burning spark. It was years ago, when I met you, Still, I remember dark eyes of you. Yesterday I had a glimpse of you in the park, You were not same, your ever were not dark. Now, you stand in front of me- With bright BROWN glittering eyes. And I am confused, whether- I loved you, or your dark eyes .

Flag bearer I'm walking in midst of battle,  Body is shivering like that of cattle.  Some faces I knew and others not, Fight is fierce and the blood is hot.  Some looked at me and others ignored,  Rest fell to rest and then they snored. They laid there for a forever sleep, But none had time to wait and weep. Shedding blood and shedding tear, (Battle) Cries are loud but none to hear. In this havoc, I heard a beat, Which grew stronger with my every feet. It was none than my beating heart, Which kept my strength from falling apart. Holding the flag I walked and walked,  Accompanying me, heart talked and talked.  Aching body of an ageing ace, It gave up, but I kept my pace. Pain and pains are hacking head, Body died, I am walking dead.  But I think the end is here, Cause this is the top and I'm here. I took the flagpole and buried it deep, All looked at me, lion and sheep.  Flag is waving,

Random though, random moment! Sun bowing down, To welcome the dusk. Giving red tint, To clouds of dust. Lined by red , Orange ball of fire. Throwing rays, Higher and higher. Rays piercing sky, And shadowing clouds . A show of patterns, With birds screeching loud. Flocks of birds, Perching all at once. Asking each other- Was the day fun? Flights of fun, Screams of joy. Just look at them- How much they enjoy?! Between constant honks, Sun went down. Sky still so lit, Like shining crown . And that light, Went off too. All over the land, Darkness loomed. Chirping ceased, In an easing way. Silence doomed, As mood sways. Flashes, blinks, And then light. Street brightens again, As day turned night. Nothing special happened, No particular gains. Except moment of joy, While struggling pains. There'll be day again, Turning dark to light, Night will end with day, And day with night. (Observation and Imagination are a blessing, not every