"A labyrinth of Unpolished Scribbles"

You've given EVERYTHING! Yes! I mean everything.  Still I'm heartbroken. I know I'm selfish! But still I'm sad. You've done everything  That anyone can do, Still I'm not over this. Yes I know, I'm selfish. I remember the day  I saw you on T.V, for the very first time, from then every time,  You were on crease My heart skipped a beat! I remember all the SIXES I remember all the helicopter shots, I remember the way you smiled and how you took back a stump after every winning matches. I remember your insane wicket keeping skills, India was safe in your magical hands. I remember all the winning captain's speech you've made. I remember you taking all the blames for losing a match. I remember the number of haters you had, and how much I fought with them. Yes you've given everything, Still I can't control my tears, Yes I'm selfish. My childhood days had you in them, and teenage days were not different and even in my late 20's it's the sa

 A story is an echo of your soul and mind beyond your control; Every place has a story to tell, each part portrayed so well. Lend an ear to listen, and your eyes will glisten; When a story is played, differently it get conveyed. It's all about perspective, but in a way relative. Story is a creation, made with emotion; A space emanates memories, different ways, different stories, Stories of past, present and future; Everything imprinted in a picture.

I've a story to tell, listen, it's yours as well. I'm the mother of many, but in real there weren't any. The mother of all generations, despite religion & discriminations. Them, so much I loved, yet they remained, unmoved. About me they never cared, I was all alone and scared. Still I never complained, my love never waned. All I know is to give, what they needed to survive; I gave them every single thing, food, water, shelter; everything; gifted them beauty, art, sanity for I loved them beyond infinity. But they wanted more, exploited me to the core. And took everything from me, taken for granted when it's free. I gave them my heart, but all they knew was to hurt. With plastics they filled my lungs, more painful, as they are my sons! I tried in vain to breathe, choking underneath. Rising smoke burnt my skin, and they broke my bones within. Pierced my hands and feet, with axe and saw and repeat; Dug deep into my heart tearing my flesh apart. Wounds that never hea

I want to fly, up in the sky; But I have no wings, and I've attached strings. I want to fly, up in the sky; where the bird sings, the autumn leaf swings, then floating in forest springs, the countless beautiful things, the joy, this insight brings, to which my soul clings. But I haven't got wings, In pain, my heart sings; I want to fly; up in the sky, to feel the cool breeze, to know the secrets of murmuring trees; to fly over the crystal blue seas, But I've no wings for all these. I want to fly, up in the sky, to see the one in need, for I'll fly down & feed. To know the fake & real to the world I'll reveal. But I haven't got wings , And have no magic rings. If I could fly, up in the sky I'll reach high, above the stars in the sky. I would rather try, But I've no wings to fly. I want to fly, up in the sky; to sail in the space and explore every place. I'd fly day & night like a wandering kite, with

The  poem " Let's not change", is something that came to my mind during the days of lockdown where I have tried to potray the positive side of those days. I know it's a very difficult phase of life that we are going through, but  this too shall pass. Let's try to find the brighter side of this and move on and that's the whole idea of "Let's not change". Let's not change for the good!!! I'm a daughter. who does not care. I'm someone's wife, in the busy stream of life. And I'm a mother more than any other. But I never had time; my life was like a mime. I cooked the breakfast, ran to the office fast. My child was still asleep, I had no promises to keep. My husband is always busy, who says with money life's easy. Together we stay, but a million miles away. We didn't talk; or take an evening walk. My kid wanted me to play, I would say, the next day. Filled with tears, she ran away, But not