Embracing The Mortal Agony...

Life is living as body...
Death is living as soul...
Both having limitations..
Of their own...

Death having peace undefined...
To Life it seems a mime...
Life here cannot be refined...
Though a smile can make sun, shine...


Pankti....

Battle of mind and heart...

Everyday a new battle, Glad that its not a war...

If it's a war..no matter who wins... the defeat shall be thine...

So many places around, where indifference and sensitivity together dine...

Dragging the poor soul in the light, lime...

But never for a prolonged time...

Never for a prolonged time...

Leaving them await for the master dice to roll...

Try and peep into the small and insightful hole...

No matter how hard you try, no matter how high you fly...

Remain invariably away from shore, attempting to quite the fearful roar...

But never for a  peaceful soul...

Never for a  peaceful soul...





Pankti....



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Sleep: Slice Of Death.... Death: Lengthiest Slice Of Sleep

Waking up with a nightmare is easier.... Living a nightmare is deadlier...

In struggling with the waves of daily life….we actually couldn't spend time either at ease or at disguise together.... for past one month...

It feels weird (mix of guilt and resentment) past few months people prayed for the lengthiest slice...never realized that he was born winner... when it comes to answer for prayers.... he was the only one to WIN as always.... Now a feeling of betrayal has stroked heart ... a promise unsaid is broken...

Promise : A father does to himself when he prays to have a daughter to be born....

A father does to God when he is expecting his prayers to be answered....

A father does to his daughter when he gets her in his hands for first time....

A promise of seeing her in Grand Glittering Red Bridal Dress...

A promise to her for always having his hand full of blessings on her head...

A Faith blind was hammered.... A Failure endless was treasured... A Broken I was gathered... Eyes tearless were seen... Strength helpless was witnessed... Horizon dead was reached... Journey back to breath was resumed... A nest with eggs was shattered....

Pankti....

A Blind Doctor, for EYES ??

Ohh, whts this ... a nice lil story is peeping out the brains today... ohk.. come sweet heart... n live your chance the way you can!!

Ek Cheeta Cigarette ka sutta lagane hi wala tha ki achanak ek chuha

wahan aaya aur bola

"mere bhai chod do nasha, aao mere sath bhaago, dekho ye jungle kitna

khubsurat hai, aao mere saath duniya dekho"

Cheetay ne ek lamha socha phir choohe ke sath daudne laga.

Aage ek haathi afeem pi raha tha, chooha phir bola,

"haathi mere bhai chod do nasha, aao mere saath bhaago, dekho ye

jungle kitna khubsurat hai, aao mere sath duniya dekho"

Haathi bhi sath dodne laga.

Agay sher whisky peene ki taiyaari kar raha tha, choohe ne usay bhi wohi kaha.

Sher ne glass side me rakha aur choohe ko 5- 6 thappad maare.

Haathi bola, "are ye to tumhe zindagi ki taraf le ja raha hai, kyon

maar rahe ho is bechare ko ?"

Sher bola, "yeh Kameena pichli baar bhi cocaine pi kar mujhe 3 ghante

jungle mai ghumata raha".

After reading this story I got a beautiful comment... which was actually deep and intense in itself here it goes: "toh agli bar koi chuha mile toh uske sath mat dodna" !!!

I leave interpretations to you.... yes I can take the "risk" as you seem to be intelligent...

Hey are you asking for proof to your intelligence ?? OK...

PROOF IS: "You are reading this!!"

Pankti....

Beep Beep... Beep Beep... Beep Beep...

Sleeping in soft cozy kitty blanket in red.... cuddled with comfort in bed...

A fairy golden dust falling across head... twinkling little stars all around the space...

An affectionate caress in hair ... a wrinkled touch of mother's hand...

Sunny light waiting to enter your eyes... Stretching the resting body after a long night...

The innocent glance in the morning mirror... glimpse of you into a shrinked cover...

Surprising look, Jumbo T and tiny shoulders...

Mom asking to get ready for the school...

A long stare at the pinky love on the bus stop... struggling to get the seat beside...

Morning assembly and the morals songs...

Dining prayers and the messy noise...

Work sheets, rolling sticks...

Tiring plays... mouth watering suppers...

Grandma's stories... magical fairies...

Irresponsible sleep...

Alarming beep... Beep Beep... Beep Beep... Beep Beep...

Office @ 10, Office @ 10....

I wish if this dream comes true for a day... I know even you would wish for most of the days...

Pankti....

Granny Says...

Ahh.. those water droplets falling from hair...just like the dew drops from a pink blushing rose,,,,the chilling breeze.. making the cheeks turn red...

the blue sky soothing the greenery beneath... A blossoming flowery sledge ...drawn by an angelic white horse... Sliding across the icy clouds...

Why does it seem so dreamy yet so realistic...things have never been as they seemed yet so hopeful...

the desires within are a budding voyage...afraid of being withered within....

Does the prince charming exists for every princess as the granny says?...

The one who loves her selflessly... kind to her love, deeds and blind to her faults...

Just wanting to be a human soul, a flawless human soul... spreading the smile even through the dazzling tears...

The one who respects every dream, lets other be beside in each of his steps whether on stepping stones or the rolling ones.... The one who doesn't look down at others nor would let others do....

Who won't laugh about it...but smile.... one who would see the child, the dolls, the plays, the flowers...

Does the prince charming exists for every princess as the granny says?...

Pankti....

What It Feels To Be Human...

What makes me I,

What makes you thee,

It’s the love that is shared,

Makes us we...

What makes you alive,

What makes you going,

It’s the pain that you feel,

Makes you human being...

What makes me do,

What makes me die,

It’s the upheavals of life,

That makes it an endless plea...

What makes you hope,

What makes you share,

It’s the kindness that heart awaits,

Makes it a promising deed...

What makes love smile,

What makes love sad,

It’s the eternity of love,

That makes everyone glad...

What makes your family,

What makes your friends,

It’s the blessing of God on earth,

That makes you for them a worth...

Pankti....

Echo Through You

Maunder about the insanity within,

Strive for the passion herein,

Bother, not to be in hopeless crowd,

Cherish the journey, smile at frown...

Winning the rat run be not the dead-end,

Try to let it be the endless fun,

For you and yours, for filthy and pure,

Making lives a sweet and creamy bun...

With each breath and pulse of life,

Let you make the struggle easy in,

The journey of smile through tears,

For each soul thee come across in rife...

Love selfless, Thrive limitless,

Blossom ageless, Burn ashless,

Let the wreath of fire turn into flowers,

Through the pious touch of thy heart..

Be the light to latent, modest to sapient,

Let the echo through you be pious,

Let the spirit be innocent and resilient,

Cease the world to be bias...

Rambling steps may attain steady gait,

Let the love grow over hate,

Let thy soul and spirit bathe,

To be invariably naivete...

Pankti....