After a long wait...

After a long wait, I've made my way in...

I knew ....the pain!

The precious time flew like water in vain...

So the one left do not let that go as same!

My intense desire cannot satiate the burning flame

Will you hold by hand to partake the Ephraim

Oh Lord! I was never a scapegoat if I were to refrain

So, why this blame of intense device, and flux of pain!

When I look into your eyes, you leave a trail of fire

Is it like the dawn or a removal of whole attire

With the crack of dawn commences a new day

Which ended my pain as after a long wait, I've made my way...

Cognitive Dissonance

Poverty I get,

Wealth I get,

but...

        the cognitive dissonance of the two in tandem is exhausting.

Friends

For everything men created, he tagged and priced, for the PRICELESS God created friends.

I may be wrong but the wind in the other side of the country is same

As the friendship between us went too deep

With no feather or fling….!

Khuda kya unke hai, hamare nahi….!!!

Aaj jarurat hai jiski wo paas nahi 

Baat karne ko, Shayad ab waqt nahi 

Ab kehne ko kuch nahi hai kyun ke mera dil ab khush nahi 

Khuda kya unke hai, hamare nahi….!!!

An author departs, he does not die!

Well, before coming to the direct topic I would like to go a step backward and share with you “Why I choose to be a part of writing world?”

It was in the year 2006 July, I was coming to Delhi from my hometown, a riot had broken out in Assam because of the debate over the issue of IMDT Act. (Illegal Migrant Determination by Tribunal Act) Wherein I closely got to observe the brutalities inflicted upon the general public in order to cash in political motives. I was greatly troubled and felt turbulent inside by this incident. This was the day when I decided to enter into the writing world to unveil the true nature of the society or give a voice to the unsaid and bring the unseen to the forefront.

My journey into a new world with a vision moved its first step when I joined my journalism classes in the prestigious Delhi University. On the first day, saw the tagline right above the classroom - An author departs, he does not die. - Dinah Maria Mulock.

Nine years from now as I perceive I could succeed with my mission to bring the unseen to the forefront …… “Writing for me is that weapon through which - I believe I can attempt to change the world to a better tomorrow!”

Writing is the communication or medium or we can say the best technique that one should possess and develop in order to feel him/her self as a part of the society and link with the outer world as well!

Meri jindai – ek justaju !

"Pichele 25 saalo mein

Bari siddat se koi chij pasad aayi thi humein..

 Na jene kismet mein kiya hain…..paas aate aate hi kho gaya

 Kisi ajnabi disha mein….!"

Mom Calling….

I know I am not the only daughter to have this conversation with Maa!!!

It has become a routine, after I reach home finishing day’s diary I call her every day. Or else Mom never calls until and unless it’s the same classic conversation. Last week Saturday- happened to be a half day ….went down with my laundry bag, as it was poorly spilling over with cloths :(

Phone rings…….. Mom Calling….

Mom: Eventually you should think to get married, Kaira

Me: Really?

Mom: I don’t want any joke on this part

Me: Mom I know

Mom: So what you deem?

Me: Mom, it’s a clear no until the guy has a good career, mature but makes me laugh and has a great sense of style. Then I will talk.

Mom: Seems you have bounteous of demands…..A tall order for me!

My eyes wink……my laundry bag about to slip from my hands……

Me: Tall order?? Mom did I said anything which is rare or just impossible, if I cannot deem for these than what else should I expect?

Mom: All cannot be Brad Pitt or Leonardo, kaira

Me: Mom I know, but I have prepared myself to wait…….please understand I am in no rush (Die to Wed? huh…..I murmur)

Mom: Sighs and mumbles something (under her breath), which was not audible to me anymore……………