Some Books .........

Some books lying on my table,

Opened up to hug my eyes.

But I moved away and ignored,

Their crying words for a while....



They were calling hard,

I kept quiet.....

acting not to hear them weep.

They chose to sing,

They chose to recite,

The lovely themes that could ever be.



Then there was a giggle,

I turned to read the riddle.





The sudden gush of wind made them

Flutter like the butterflies.

And some of them even tried

To fly away in the night.





I got back to them,

Holding them close to my side.

Some gripped me hard,

Some chose to jump aside.





On the floor, some lay

With open arms like a child.

I could see tears in those eyes,

Waving hands from side to side.





I hugged them tight,

To make them feel light.

It was a delight ,

To have them in my sight





Mornings with them,

And ending nights.

Some played with my mind,

Some played with my eyes.





Some turned away

Looking at other side.

Like feeling offended,

On my ignoring them for a while





I picked them up with an apology in my eyes,

With smiles of words they forgave me.

And accepted me and my mind.





For their words reflect in my eyes,

Through eyes they reach my mind,

And from there, to my conscience.

Review : Circle of Love by Dipesh Shah

                             If you have been in Love and have gone through up and downs throughout, then this book is definitely for you. Love is a very wonderful feeling and "Being In Love" and "Being Loved" are both different phases in love.What would happen if you love a person and he/she doesn't reciprocate??? Or if you don't recognize whether you are in love or not? A circle starts at a point and ends in the same. So is life.Sometimes we start and end at the same place only to lose than to gain. Such is life and this book is a journey of Dhruv who started and finished at the same point of defeat or a lesson in love.

                 



                            What was Dhruv's love for Veronica? Did Veronica deserve Dhruv's selfless love? Why did she leave him? Will Dhruv accept her back in his life again? These are the questions that torment Dhruv and the reader throughout the story and Dipesh has done well to recite a story of breakup and a lesson that changed a happy go lucky guy Dhruv. 



                        

                              A book containing story in 34 pages did not appeal at first by the cover. I thought it cannot be considered  a novel but Dipesh through his words proved that the book is worth reading and "Quality matters rather than Quantity" not compromising with silly add ons of silly unimportant incidents in the story.I would have loved it even more if some part of Indori style was showcased more but a writer's words are final and a reader can only read and consider a story so real and full of unforgetful moments of Love and betrayal. The hindi shayri part captures attention and gives a deeper representation of a heart's pain of loss of love.





                               Yes, breakups haunt, they give sadness and depression.But why did Veronica come back when she left him giving pain? Why NOW? When he was healing, recovering.Has she realized her mistake? Or is she back for more? What will Dhruv do?Want to know? Then do read  "Circle of Love" by Dipesh Shah, published by Notionpress.

      

She lives in Him....

Under the shade of the tree,

They met one day,

To depart & never meet again,
Their destinies were foretold,
They were to die without one another.

He closed his eyes,

And called her name.

When drops of tears,

Fell as rain..



She came forward,

And touched him for the last last time.

She said," I'll better die in your arms than die alone."

She fell in his lap,

He could not understand,

He held up her hand only to find,

The sleeping pills which disappeared into her.



She clapped and said,

"Listen my Love,

I love you always,

And shall always do.

But before I see you die or die without you,

Today is the day I choose,

To make my wish come true.

I choose to die.

But not go away from You,

I choose to die.

Just to live again in You.....

Just close your eyes and say GoodBye....



Look, how I deceived the Fate.

They said we'll die alone.

No......

See....

I'll die alone but then,

I would live in You.

And that is what is Important

Not to Live, But to Love You...."

That Pink LOVE-LETTER

                 Today was just another day. By 12 p.m. I had finished my daily chores,the maid left after doing her work, Husband to his office and kids to their schools. There was time for lunch so as usual I sat down to read some articles in a magazine.The curtains were obstructing the light, so I stood up to pull the curtains.Suddenly an envelope slid through the door.I thought maybe the postman would have slid it through, but I have never seen a pink envelope like that.

 





                I picked up the envelope.There was a shinny pink coloured letter in the pink envelope.I took it to the table and took my chair to read it.The card was addressed



    





                                                                       "For U, My Love"





I thought may be this is some prank of my husband.Today was not my B'day or Valentine's Day or Wedding Anniversary.The other thought dwelled in that, may be, it is not for me. Somebody has sent it to me by mistake. I placed it on the table.But there was something familiar that was tempting me to read it. I opened it  and read what was written in  it.The letter had a very strange but attractive handwriting, which also seemed somehow familiar but I thought hard who could have written this....









  "Dear Love,



You know how much I love you.The first time I saw you, I cried to be with you forever."









These two line made me shiver like a dry leaf in the autumn. I thought hard.Who is this person???

I cannot remember a person who had feelings like this for me (not in my knowledge, I should say)

I read again.











"For you, I have always thought. For you, I have lived Day and night. For you all the flowers and For you is  all my life.

You have been a part of my life and would always be. Even when you are married today, still I love you. And I swear if any being in the world brings tears in your eyes, I would not spare him/her even though if he is your husband. And all this because I love you and I am your First Love. Just stay happy and Promise Me You'll always be my Princess ,My Doll.





Now Open the door. I am standing outside, waiting for you to Come and Hug Me.





                                                    With Love

                                                                   

                                                                      Your First Love

                                                                       Your Dad"





"Your Dad!!!!" Suddenly the whole thing made me cry out of happiness. I ran to open the door. He was standing there and behind him was my husband winking at me. I just hugged my Dad and said," Yes,You ARE my first LOVE, Dad. And  I Love You."

Bathed in Pain

                    I was always envious of my mother. She was very beautiful. No one could stand her charm and grace, that is what I always thought.On that day, when she stood next to me at the bus stand for my school bus, it was the last time she came out with me.I remember clearly, I was 6 that time in class I. She was wearing a floral printed pink saree, when two men on their motorbike came near us.They had an unusual look of hatred and anger on their faces. Before we could understand, one of them took out a bottle with something in it. In a flash the whole solution was on my mamma's beautiful face.She pushed me behind like she knew what they threw and faced all what fate had  in store for her.





                   Those men raced their bikes and were nowhere to be seen.Only my mamma's screeches were what I heard then. People were just watching the show, but no one came forward to help her or me.I could not understand what was going on. Then somebody called an ambulance and that old uncle accompanied me to the hospital. He took my dad's number and informed him too. At the hospital, the doctors were just doing their job, no one was telling what happened. My father sent me to my granny's house . He thought I will not be able to bear my mamma's new face.







                    After 6 months I returned home.The time I lived with my granny was very tiring. I wanted to see my mother very badly. I insisted and finally got home. My mamma was in her room, the room was dark, the lights were off. My Dad didn't allow me to go in her room. He tried to explain me that my mamma was in depression and pain. Those people attacked her with acid which burned her face that I was so envious of. I assured that I won't make noise or disturb her. I went inside slowly, she was there, sitting and looking at a vase with roses. She noticed me and called aloud my name " Manjari, Manjari". It was  then I saw the horror. I saw her face was just like a shattered glass. Her eyes, they sunk inside and half of her face was with scars. I wasn't afraid but I was sad to see that my beautiful mamma was in so much pain and I left her alone when she needed me the most. I ran to her. She hugged me tight.Tight to her chest, I could hear her heartbeat.She was sobbing, calling out my name again and again."Oh Manjari, my child where were you? How are you? I missed you so much. I longed to see you. I thought may be I will die without seeing you. But look here are you. Just don't leave me , just don't."







                     I had no words I was crying and my tears were unstoppable when my Dad scolded me and brought me out of the room. I wasn't frightened of my mamma's face but I was angry why it happened with her. Why?I did not get my answers then, because I was a kid . But that incident hollowed me from inside. It was like I lost a jewel so precious. But I love her more than ever and I just want to say that people who did that to her were no more than ugly themselves.Whatever may be the reason for their hatred but it was not any solution for their unfulfilled intentions. Issues can be resolved but can they give back her lost face and her self confidence???

Har kisi ko.....

      हर किसी को खुद की तलाश है इस भीड़ में ,

       हम समझे हम ही चले हैं अकेले घर से।

   







जब देखा भीड़ में हम भी हैं शामिल,

तो लगा क्या अलग है मुझमें और इस भीड़ में।

मैं चला तो था मैं  बन के ,

मगर क्या रह पाऊंगा वही इस भीड़ में।

 





     ख़ुशी मिलेगी या जीत का सवाल होगा ,

     मेरे अपने पूछेंगे तो क्या हाल होगा।

     वो मासूमियत ,वो सच्चाई कहाँ छोड़ आया?

     आज ये झूठों का लिबास क्यों ओढ़  आया?







जब तक है जीना ,अब ये सोचना है,

वो सपने थे या ज़ंजीरें थी ज़मीर की।

अब तोड़ के उनको, जो आकाश में उड़ रहा हूँ मैं ,

कितना अच्छा होता इतना आज़ाद न हुआ होता मैं।







वो बचपन, वो माँ की  डाँट  कितनी प्यारी थी ,

वो बहन का चिढ़ना ,वो मेरा लड़ना कितना अच्छा था।

आज मासूमियत तो कहीं खो गयी है

हर ओर ठग से घुमते हैं।

            





                  कोई भरोसा नहीं करता किसी पे

और किसी पे मुझको भरोसा होता नहीं …।

The Lost Piece of Flesh and Blood......

Sometimes life acts very mercilessly. While on one hand it brings happiness and hope, it snatches away something that is priceless.........

Some things are unsaid and somethings do require words, words that have emotions, tears and one such sorrow is the pain of losing  piece of your own flesh and blood, your own child.







She was happy when she came to know she was expecting.The whole house was preparing for the birth of a child. It was too early, yet every person was seen  happilly busy with suggesting  names of the child, clothes and how he/she would crawl, walk, talk..........





She herself was seen sometimes gazing when the thought of her child came to her mind. She felt the shiver of joy and a sense of achieving something.She was going to be promoted in life from a wife , a daughter-in-law  to a mother, a complete woman. That's what a woman is " a mother."



Everything was fine to say, that she never missed vomitting. Everday took pills for the sake of morning  sickness and slept restless nights. Her condition deteriorated  with every time she ate something or felt like eating. She could not even drink water for whatever she consumed made her  restless than ever.The doctor who she consulted only gave her pills to slowdown  her uneasiness and  help her eating.While she  did whatever the doctor told her, she felt something was wrong.





Everybody in the house was tensed about her condition but nobody mentioned it, just trying to ease her restlessness.The first trimester was coming to an end and the time of her first sonography approached. But some days before that all of a sudden she had fever. High fever to say. The doctor prescribed her a medicine. She took the medicine and was relieved of the fever but with that something strange happened. Something that could not be explained, something that was scary.......



At night sometime about 2.30, she felt a shiver, she was in fever, she took the prescribed tablet. Her mother was sleeping beside her. But something made her feel restless. She was shivering now, not with fever but something took over her ears. She could not sleep. She changed her posture of sleeping. She was feeling something terrible is going to happen, something she can't understand but she knows. She tried to sleep again.





Suddenly, she could hear something, something like the sound of a woman reading aloud some mantras, she could not hearclearly what she was saying, but the sound was like that woman was doing something magical, something destructive.The sound of manjiras was what accompanied the mantra. She suddenly had a feeling of a tight twist inside her , like someone holding  her baby and pulling away. She screamed with pain, she tried hard but could not resist the pull.The mantras were louder than ever, so loud that she could not hear the sound of her own screams. Her heartbeat sounded louder than the sound of the manjiras  and that 30 minutes or so she felt there was a battle going on inside her.



Suddenly everything stopped, the loud mantras, the sound of the manjira stopped.And she felt that something inside her was travelling far far away from her.She stood near the bed in sweat and tears. The pain was still there but it was of the shattered hopes.She woke up her mother and told her about that. Her mother only said it was a bad dream but she knew for she was the witness of that battle.The battle where she lost, lost the piece of flesh and blood, her baby.