Solider

    For all the free people that still protest. You're welcome.

We protect you and you are protected by the best.

Your voice is strong and loud, but who will fight for you?

No one standing in your crowd.

    We are your brothers, sons, and fathers,

wearing the boots and carrying guns, 

we are the ones that leave all we own, 

to make sure your future is carved in stone.

    We are the ones who fight and die,

we might not be able to save the world, 

well, at least we try,

we walked the paths to where we are at

and we want no choice other than that.

    So when you rally your group to complain,

take a look in the back of your brain.

In order for that flag, you; over to fly

wars must be fought and young men must die.

    We came here to fight for the ones we hold dear.

If that's not respected,

we would rather stay here.

So please stop yelling, put down your signs,

and pray for those behind enemy lines.

    And then when the conflict is over and all is well,

be thankful that we chose to go through hell.

True Nature

 "An old man saw a scorpion drowning and decided to pull it out from the water. He calmly extended his hand to pull it from the water. When he did, the scorpion stung him. With the effect of the pain, the old man let go of the creature and it fell back into the water. The man realizing that the scorpion was growing again, got back and tried to rescue it but then again it stung him. He let go of it again. 

    A young boy standing by, approached the old man and said, "Excuse me, sir, you are going to hurt yourself trying to save the evil-vicious creature, why do you insist? Don't you realize that each time you try to help the scorpion, it stings you?

    The man replied, "The nature of the scorpion is to sting and mine is to help. My nature will not change in helping the scorpion."

A Way of Love

    There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl. Although at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his future doesn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she couldn't visualize any future for the both of them, so let's go their own ways there and then heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regains his confidence, He worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of him. 

    Finally, with all these hard work and the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company. You never fail until stop trying one rainy day, while this guy was driving: he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realize those were his girl's parents. With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to stop him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same anymore; he had his own company, car, comfort etc., He made it! Before the guy can realize, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and he got out of his car and followed.. and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone... and he saw his paper cranes beside her. Find time t realize that three is one person who means so much to you; for you might wake up one person who means so much to you thought to mean nothing to you. Her parents saw him. He asks them why this had happened. They explained that she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him... 

    She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if they day comes when fate brings him to her again he can take some of those back with him...

    Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love with all they have. 

Difficult One

 I'm Often to difficult to love. I go through dark periods like the moon and I hide from myself. 

But I promise I will kiss your wounds when they're hurting.

Even if they're in your soul, I can find them with the light in my fingerprints.

I will lead you to the river so you can remember how beautiful it feels to be moved by something that is out of your control. 

And when our dark periods match, we can breathe with grass and look at the right sky. 

The stars will remind us of the beauty in our struggles and we won't feel lost anymore. 

Farmer

    

Recently, while on a train journey, I was looking out of the train window.

    The train was passing through some villages. The sight was so beautiful-full of green fields, ready for harvest, some ploughed fields, the heart-warming sight of the men and women farmers, busy in the fields, in their noble work. That is, to provide food for the making, the birds, the animals, and other living creatures. 

    I was overwhelmed, to see the vast and unending agricultural lands, and crop fields. 

    It made me wonder, about how little do we know about the crops, the crops fields, the seeds, the harvesting, the irrigation system, and any other details, regarding the art and science of farming. 

    My heart is filled with gratitude for the farmers, or the annadata, as we call them in Hindi. It is due to their hard and relentless work, and efforts that we get the food on our dining table, the most important necessity to live and survive.

We Can't thank them enough, can we?

    Therefore, whenever you take your next bite of the food, remember to thank the farmer, from your heart. 

Adventure

  "Let's go for a walk", Tommy said to Lisa as he grabbed her hand helping her up off the sidewalk. Lisa exclaimed, "it's too hot, Tommy!" He replied, "What about the woods? There's shade there. Come on, it's better than just sitting here. "Lisa gave a quick shrug and a half-smile that meant "I guess". They began to head towards the woods, never realising that it would change their lives forever.

    "I wonder if she likes me like I like her", Tommy thought himself as he stared at Lisa's long. Wavy red hair that seemed to fall effortlessly into place. Lisa looked over her shoulder and gave Tommy a smile, he couldn't help but admire her beautiful face full of freckles and eyes as blue as the ocean on a warm summer day. "Ehh probably not", he says, "let's follow the daises". She hesitates, "I dunno Tommy, I guess". She knew Tommy wasn't the best navigator but she put aside her fears because she knew she couldn't always follow the followers back to the path.

    As the two became further and further away from the original trail, stranger things began to happen. They heard little voices and swore they saw tiny men. "I want to go back!" , Lisa stated fearfully, "this place gives me the creeps!" Tommy was scared too but would never admit it so he responded. "if that's what you want". As the two turned around, they looked at each other in horror realizing that the trail of daisies had disappeared. 

An Orphan

   

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    I'm an Orphan boy. Sorry! I can't say my name cuz, I don't have any particular recognised name to myself. People use to call me by different names like Chotu, Thammi, Chinna, idiot, rogue, etc., it depends on their mood. I'll respond for every call and every signal, cuz I have a hope that I can get a call, who can call me with full of love and affection, not with sympathy. And for orphans like me, are always waiting for someone's call to feel their self that they are not alone. And here for all the coming story, you can imagine me with any name whatever you want, I'll definitely connect with that name. And I'll be very happy that you are thinking about me, and you are something knowing about me. Cuz, basically no one thinks about me until I beg at them or until their birthdays comes. And there is no need to think about me even. But I always use to think, why they care me on the special occasions of their lives (Birthdays, Anniversaries, Events). Maybe they're feeling god will care about them with good and delightful sight. But why the god will do that? when they are doing something to the boy who is already strongly punished by God, like no one ever gets. Actually, I like people very much, cuz I know the real value of people and family presence in our lives. Cuz, I already got tired with my loneliness. But loneliness is always my best ground to play with my thoughts. And the beneficiary of this game is, there is no need of any sibling to play with us. Basically, everyone has their mother in their childhood to learn how to bath and how to brush and how to dress-up and how to eat and how to live and etc.., But for me, there is no one, I learnt how to bath my self and I only know that how my tears were fought with water at that time. And I learnt how to eat my self and I only know how my silence fought with my food. And I learnt how to live my self and I only know how my self-respect fought with my soul. And everyone has their mother to remind their childhood, but I don't even know who my mother is. I love the shops(Bakery, Chocolate, Ice cream, etc.,) who has a covered wall instead of the glass window, Cuz covered walls are always good they never show what they have in it and they don't give any thought on what I can't get anyway. But, glass windows are always making me stand at in front of it, and it always reflects my face reversely and it always reminds me what actually I'm. I have so many dreams and I got to know that with my strong life, there is no one to support me and there is no one to work for me, but my life and time never stopped growing for all the shakes which I'm facing now, so I can build my self by my own as I learnt everything in my life by my self. And I'm still an orphan without any name, but I'm believing my self strongly, one-day people will call me with an honour name(Future Designation) with full of respect which is very rare and new to my life. Until I shine I'm AN ORPHAN.

Middle Class DAD

    

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I'm the richest son, to my middle-class father. And I'm very happy to call him as my king. I can feel and I can say, I'm not alone with this. There are a lot of sons who are feeling the same about their middle-class kings (Fathers). There are a lot of reasons for the above phrases. Actually, those are not reasons, those are hidden facts about him (My Dad), Which no one identified and which no one discussed and which no one awarded. Because he is not a celebrity or not a matter of sensation, or not a matter of likes & shares in social media. He is a just middle-class father, who can't give luxurious things, who can't arrange five-star hotel meals, who can't make foreign trips, who can't put us in villas. But, he is always in first to makes us feel comfortable and enough full to have all my needs. And he always in first to sacrifice his life to fulfil my wishes. Yes, he does that every time, but he never recognised well for it. Because we call it as a men's responsibility, mostly a father's responsibility. Behind the mask of responsibility, he did so much to me, from the first day of my life and he is still doing and I know, he will do that until his last breath. But he can't share what he is doing, because he is not so expressive as Mumma, because he is a responsible man and father, who shouldn't be so expressive as per the Indian male theories if he do that he will be counted as a strengthless man and weak father. 

     Now as a richest son, it's my responsibility to understand his sacrifices and responsibilities towards his family. And I'm very happy to share about his role. He works too hard in the whole month to get his salary on 1st date of every month. And that day he will be very happy because there he can do full fill some of his family needs. I'm sure, he never used his salary for his self. And that salary will gone in very few days, for all the home needs and for my fee & pocket money and EMIs and etc., I always wonder, I and my brother have too many trendy shirts and jeans and my Mumma also have so many colourful sarees in our rack, but my father has only very few pair of clothes and that too he is using those clothes from so many years. And, I and my brother have so many footwears but my father has his old black leather slippers only, which has so many patches on it. And he booked an auto to drop us at our 5km college, but he always walks to his 10km office.  And he always asks us for what we want to eat, but he never bought his favourite sweets. Because he knows that his salary can't to full fill his self-interests and wishes, if his family should get all their needs and wishes, he should compromise in his interests and he should sacrifice his wishes. And society calls father as a backbone of every family, as they are saying he always left on the back only. Behind all of these, his smile always precious and strength to me and my family. Whatever the situation he always looks us with a smile and he leads the situation with that smile only by hiding weight full thoughts in his heart. He is like a dark to the elegant moon. And as everyone says, Dark is king of the night. Yes! He is my KING.  

Tears

Tears when the emotional outbreak takes place, the eye's water comes out, dipped into thoughts.

The tears express the imagination of our mind, meanwhile, the feelings that emerge from mind-heart. 

And don't we form stories by imagination and feelings? yes, our stories and tears have connections. 

Tears are the part of our extreme moments in life either very sad or exciting enough to reminisce memories of happiness!

And such moments are worthy to be penned. 

Stories become antique when written with the ink of tears to make it more fluid to be able to flow around the untouched parts pf your idle mind to make the life more alive. 

Naked Emotion

 There was a time

when we used to talk on the phone instead of chatting

cause your VOICE, I last my breath away every time whatever you said...

just wanna listen to your silent words again

I'm so obsessed with your voice when you whispered in my ear

"We are in the complete stages pf mutual emotional nakedness"

I still remember who we were that night 

we were into each other so deeply

the time went so fast

that night was so bright...

the only thing I remember was your skin

it was so porcelain

and your hair rambling on my face

and your whisper touch...

it was so mesmerizing...

but, 

I still remember who we were that night. 

you left me because you think that was right.