❖ Where the rain is born ❖

Ringing in my ear all along

Calling me at the shore where I belong...

Where the broken one heals

Where a cold heart get the feels.

Noise that covers it all

The rhythm of the waterfall..

Dance of the flowers that has no name

But nobody complains , one can't be blamed.

Soaking the water splash, every gray stone

Carving its way each drop making a way for home.

I wonder where the destination is....

Is it always been the estuary for the ultimate bliss?

It falls to go up
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Or we were wrong all these years

Maybe it is the time where every drop disappears..

Up in the sky

There's a stranger.. Standing by.

Is he really a stranger..

Or a blank mind full of believer

Believing the creator

Believing in the nature

Believes to return to the way

Again and again to sail away...

So drop 'em all

One more time like the water-fall..

But Even this way it hits the rocks...

Also mother nature sure is in shock...

I cry out loud... Oh! Mother wish I could separate

The one who truly cares unlike the "literates" ...

If only world can be felt like my own...

But now I see every flesh becoming a stone.

Becoming a teardrop when its coming down.

Fail to find a forest as there is only town

What changed after he created who himself is fate?

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Well nothing .... Its just we all started to recreate

Started to believe we needed more

More to live life than a peaceful rivershore

Instead of finding a reason for why the stars are there

For once in a lifetime wait a moment and stare.

Why can't we stay unequipped for a while

Appreciate the creativity before launching a missile

Discover the children's desire

Before shouting "fire"

Make a future for the son

Before handing him a gun

We have all started like the waterfall..... Powerful and strong

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By giving your all be a pure subtle river

And write destiny to come back as rain

Instead of taking it all be a  soiled  sewer

And end up drying away from the drain

Either way you will went up and high

Where the creator stand with a sigh

He is nothing but a story teller

We are all lucky to be his charechter

But now The world lost its livelihood....

Moment the value of cheque exceeded the storybook.

♥♥♥♥

~ |Martyrdom| ~

Thousands mile away from home

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Walking, running and fighting alone
Never to rest or never to cry
Just to lend us peace, they try

Lord give them a whisper of joy
Nothing much just a battlefield in destroy
They live as a soldier then die like that too
Never dreamed of dying in a hands of fool
Betrayal was not their destiny
A bullet or a war zone it was meant to be.

The way that they served don't forget
To respect their bravery two poles have met

You will understand the
Sounds of 21 gun shots
Even the heaven was empty
As to flower their tombs, came all our gods.

When a soldier die their must be no religion
Just respect comes to heart with an utmost devotion .....

May the light that ignite the righteousness
Will also Marshal the way
of the present to glory
their foregoing .... 






Just a little poem dedicated to our brave soldiers in PULWAMA, KASHMIR,INDIA
salute to the bravery of them.... tears run dry of their family....even if we can't do anything.......Just Pray for them  just for 10 seconds if you can ..... together we can collect thousands of good wishes for them.Thank you.

❧Oblivion❧

Climb the mountain of hope to see the lights of
next morning~ picture©Ritajapatranabish

They say the world's a stage. Everyone in this world has his own part to play. We are performers. Not all of us are perfect. But not all of us are indifferent. Our roles are already decided. Here no scripts are written, even the next moment is  unpredictable. Not every act turns out the way we want them to. We fail. We learn and pick ourselves up again but never leave the stage until the act ends. Every life here has its own stories,every existence has its own purpose, every life suffers, here peace can be destroyed any moment when cruelty takes over, here ferocity smites righteousness and felicity is not assured. Here we fear the unforeseeable.


There are hardships and obstacles on the way to tranquility. It is always an uphill journey and never easy for no one. The path we walk strangles our motion, the faces we meet are devoid of emotion and every step tries to pull us down. The irony is once we start our journey everybody is obliged to take the path that leads to the unavoidable consequence and we can never avoid the inevitable. Wounds become a companion and scars are the teachers. So, it's ok if you get hurt. Injured is the strongest here. Wounded is the invincible. We are the ones who shed tears when we lose our beloved and we are the ones who strangle love with disgust and hatred. Enmity and war will never end , still we survive, we fight for existence. One chapter ends,another comes and the story takes turn. We all face the ups and downs,we reach high , we fall through and call it life.


When path divides and opens up the hell holes.... That is the moment on the stage  where climax begins. Where the audience will stick up to your pride and strength.... They will hope to see you fly, fight, run, shout even cry but still carry on, you cannot be the one who chooses to surrender nor escaping is an option. Every act finishes when one  leaves the stage forever, another fills the gap right away.

A universe is a stage spinning around with
you~©Dayeetachaudhuri

Whether or not the act has been satisfactorily completed, it comes to an end and one day everybody has to leave, our existence vanishes into nothingness. If you find the way to cheat the eyes who are watching you to glorify the stage you will serve a lie.
But if you create your stage by glorifying the world around you , you will live even after the curtain drops. You leave an impact on the audience. But, what we never ask ourselves is , if we all are stage players, then whom are those eyes? Who is the audience?
ᖳᖳ If there is an answer to this...in your mind then there is still hope and happiness standing on the next turn for the whole universe cause after all of this if you believe that there can be something or someone who is responsible for your rising in the morning then you are the luckiest person ......as you are the one who choose to take a part of being in the team to prove the audience  that it isn't over yet rather a story is about to begin and a protagonist is yet to lead.