पार तो फिर भी करना होगा

Inspired from and Dedicated to Shri Atal Bihari Vajpayee हो राह में यदि आकाश,सूर्य की तरफ उड़ना होगा,बीच तड़ित से चमकते बादलों कोपार तो फिर भी करना होगा। जब नदी में हो वेग गजब,और नौका फंसी मझधारों में,धैर्य तो फिर भी धरना होगा,पार तो फिर भी करना होगा। विपरीत दिशा की धारा में,चप्पू चलाते रहना… Continue reading पार तो फिर भी करना होगा

A Fool still in Love

Every time and again you love me, you say, I light up then, like a warm summer's day. In the minutes that come, I am like a kid, so full of joy and having fun. That fun is so much more than you think, it is blissful, joyous, serene, cheery, sprightly, exuberant. I pop a smile… Continue reading A Fool still in Love

What is and how to get out of the Social Media trap – My Facebook Theory of 3 strikes and the subtle art of not giving a f**k

(Have you ever felt a sudden urge to open social media and try to make a new friend? Or have you ever felt a sudden pang of loneliness even though you have people around you?) Hi all, So what I am about to tell you is my 'subtle art of not giving a fuck' using… Continue reading What is and how to get out of the Social Media trap – My Facebook Theory of 3 strikes and the subtle art of not giving a f**k

The Poet

Is a poet not a poet unless he is known? Or unless his name, upon the carcass of a tree, Blinding, in golden letters beautifully shone? Is he not someone, to lead with might, and raise a din of soundless voice, to address every whim in the world's plight? It is said, 'The pen is… Continue reading The Poet

A Christmas Miracle

This Christmas let us all remember not the santa claus flying in the sky and bearing gifts, not the christmas tree decorated in the comfort of our homes, not the carols being sung in the churches and not the christmas movies. Let us remember the brave souls who cannot afford these luxuries, who are not there partying in any of the festivals of any of the so many religions in our country, who cannot sit idle with a moment of rest, who do not get gifts because they are far away from their homes, just so we can have these moments of joy. Let's remember the brave soldiers of our country who make our celebrating possible.

Regards,
Shubhanshu

The life with my sister

  Hey Dear Sister, Warning: Not limited to just praises. LOL. It does not seem so long ago that we were fighting and bickering over who gets the remote of the television so that we can watch our favourite programs when I visited you to get away from all the craziness of Engineering college only… Continue reading The life with my sister

Waiting

Upon that bench alone he sits, along with him sits a few misfits. Heartache and pain, coupled with unbounded love infused in his every grain. Twisting & turning, they take him about, onto a journey riddled with doubt. He knows not where, which way to turn, to rid himself of these incineration and burns. Memories… Continue reading Waiting

Reminisce

He sat on a bench all by himself, in the same garden, as before. Looking at the same blossoming buds, but not the same loneliness, t'was more. Now the evening seems quiet and dull, and the dusk has lost its touch, there are no more chirping of the birds, just lipless, unhappy smile of the… Continue reading Reminisce

I miss you then

Whenever newer events arise, I miss you silently in disguise. Disguise of an empty smile, sometimes crooked, mindless all the while. When I wake to the chirping sounds, outside my window, all around. Breaking away from your dreams All I long then is to hear, your soft whispers in my ear, your gentle coaxing for… Continue reading I miss you then