Love Live Life

A God loved by the lovers… adored by the mothers… A man, the Purushothom… lived a life of human being… died alone in the forest when on one was seeing… He is Shayama… He is the Sundaram… accept his devotees with all their tantrums… in simple words he is cute… could make the whole world stand still… and make everyone fall in love with his flute… For the sake of mankind, he comes on this planet… to make us understand what the path of righteousness is… what are the duties of our as being… Even being right… he was blamed… He was the God himself… still took the curse… from a mother… for the sake of others… like a blessing… Some asked… why pluck a flower and offer to him as greet… how lucky is that flower… who will be dying on the lord's feet… Some said, how you can talk about someone whom you have never seen… who won’t even help you when you are in trouble… I might not have seen him… He is a passionate lover… and someone who wish to see him must be in love with him… Since ...

While scrolling unaware on the phone through the reels he got a notification this day last year… He clicked opened the image, it was a screenshot of his and her chats… when he read through the image, he did not realize that there was anything special about it… Only after deleting the image, he realizes why he had taken that screenshot… He restored that image… “Hi how r u?” he has sent on Monday. “Fine” was the reply came on Tuesday night… He checked the time it was half past two… he kept the phone away… lied on his back both the hands below his head… the light came from the outside through the window making patterns on the celling… Cautious about each step he walked to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee… Day have melted into sadness they have not talked… last time when they were together, she was crying, both looking in the opposite direction… With the help of his phone screen light and holding a cup of full coffee he walked to his bed… There was a calendar which worke...

A bond that is not restricted to brothers and sisters rather a bond even that of a sisters and brothers. A thread that has connected two souls, holding them stronger than any rope, with lots of love and hope… They are the first friends, an individual whom we come across among all the grown up they are someone of our clan… How being happy when they are born to realize they are the one to ruin our happiness by being the younger so being the “Ladlas” or the house where whatever love our parents and elder had for us is now showered upon them… This love less survival has turned into anger against them, when all what we have wanted or what we have loved… was asked to shore with them or the worst was given away to them promising we be brought a new one…   But them comes a time when it was the sharing for caring. It became a relation of being understanding so how from there again it all ended like a perfect love story… Till today where it’s harder to find time to even sit over a ...

  A day that we know as a citizen. But we are being brought up in a generation where we actually know more based on the availability of the content… Just by one click… The Independence that we celebrate today is years back tale where British guns were only the clicks…   Back then when questions were not about caste but that of the color of our skin… When only identity was our nationality, and the only love was Azadi… Because life was such… even having everything we did not had much… where all movements were restricted… worth trash bin were we Indians treated… With all that has happened to us all through those years we are not yet liberated… The reason behind that is, the one who had wished, one who had dreamed died for the freedom they were not so lucky to live it… And we are having such privilege won’t understand it because we never asked for it we were born in it… Our needs our fights are different… so we are free but also bondage to our own desires… But th...

  I try to swim through those vacuum… pushing that lid ajar… but I cannot go much far… the harder I try to be a peace with life the more it feels like a war… I know what people think about me…, they have not told themselves, but I know by the way they talk about others in front of me… But I know for sure nothing is fake… when I am with them all the events of life are true as my every breath… in those moments… Then comes a time, not sad or upset… but everything turns inset… and for outer world I become mean and mess… moving away from one phase of life to another like a sunset… I tried every time… not to fall into the ocean of my worldly matters… to be brave facing all the odd nothing works… nothing saves… Now it’s a final goodbye… to all those who have walked along with me and the one who have made me walk, taught me to walk… now my cameo in your life won’t be entertained… What good am I to anyone or to anything? But if there is God and if he listens… then I want to ask ...

  The scorching sunny day… the sun’s effect lay hard on the ground… which have dried up everything but the human body dripping sweat… Suddenly… the clouds, have crawled and covered up the whole sky… the gray layer… wherever the eyes can see the sky… The cool wind blew up… calming down the heat… like a healing effect on the nature through nature that was damaged due to the sun… The earth has softened… wet and flexible… for the movements and new pavements… The beauty in the dim light can be felt on the inner self… can be sensed and enjoyed… Everything that was stiff is now soft… soaked in water, washed… the dust from the leaves that has homed for months… Everything seems to be new… those fresh water poured high from the sky… washing, the waiting that was for such a day… beyond the limitation and within the control… Now here comes the question of what to love… these things which are happening… are worth to be done in a certain way… but all other things are worth to be de...