Reconciliation

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He doesn't speak much to me , nor do I either . We are just companions in the transit.I guess its in this way, He knows all the ways and paths but has no destination, I know my destination but have the least idea about how to reach there .Hence we compliment each other well.

Image credits : here

I first met Jack on the very first night I eloped  my house. I was on a wait for an opportunity since long, and that night they had been careless enough to leave the window open. At the stroke of the midnight I jumped over  the window, passed quietly across the snoring watchman and then was out of the house determined not to return back ever. I had probably walked for about an hour under the orange sulphur light when I met those thugs, you know the ones who roam about in the streets doing nothing more productive than fighting and troubling innocent chaps who accidentally intrude their territory, yes, those ones. They were about to attack me, all four of them when suddenly from no where came Jack and instantly threw a few stones towards them, making them run for their life. HAHA !! and then he looked at me just like my mistress did .

MY MISTRESS !!! did I tell you about her ? Ah!
As far as my merories go , I remember when I was a little fellow with a small little tail and used to live with a man and a few more others like me when I saw her approaching us with a lovely smile and a pair of compassionate eyes . She soflty picked me up In her delicate hands and cuddled me, rest all I know is that since then  I was always with her. We loved each other . She adored me, I revered her. Never did I ever  spend  a little time with out her bieng  arround. I have seen  her cry and laugh like a child . I have seen her cook endlessly when her children came to visit her . She has seen me grow up from a little puppy to a grown up adult. She has seen me run in delight to fetch a ball and chase butterflies . she has seen me in pain when ill.We have been to mountains, from mountains to soft sand beaches. We have been every where. Together.
But last year she went missing, that too all of a sudden. She went some where without taking me along even when I said not to. Then her children came and brought me along here in this city forcefuly. They didn't listen to me at all when I said I wanted to wait till mistress comes back. " She will be back " I said,"lets wait a little". They didn't listen to any of my pleas!

 So since then I and Jack have been together. You know Jack doesn't speak any thing. nor do I! . OK, it was a bad joke! But still, Jack doesn't speak any thing at all. Yep, he is mute. Wondering how did I know his name then ? well, Thats not his name, but he wears the same tee with  'JACK' written over it every day. So I call him Jack, just like my mistress did when I had a collar with name ' NERO ' written over it. Now its gone so no one calls me anything. You know you humans are so addicted of reasoning that you doubt every thing untill and unless backed by a reason. You  have reduced  your heart to function just as a blood pumping organ, you are alone even In a big city ,where so many of you  live together. You don't have the courage to live with the one you love, you don't even care about your loved ones. You have got no room for emotions and hence probably that's why you call us 'dogs' because for being ' homo sapiens'  , you got to use more of your brains ,and be more 'practical' isn't it ?He an I  met as strangers in the night , yet we are a family. 
I guess I strayed away from my topic, nevertheless, I live with Jack. He doesn't have a family and lives with other children on the street and I too. I have also made friends with the other dogs .We manage to have a meal per day. Still I like being with him for he is just like my mistress I am still searching. I  miss her often. We live under the stars and it sometimes get a little cold . Often he hugs me and sleeps to get my warmth and this helps me to feel like my mistress is around. He is doing that right now  too.

You know It feels nice to talk about the old days sometimes. I used to go every day.........Wait !   ..."Jack , Jack get up !!! Get up jack ! I can sense something very wrong! just like I did when my mistress went and never came back!!Gosh I can see a  car coming from far , quick ,quick  Jack mmove away from that place , Oh come on  on get upppp!!!!!"

A little far from that place a man witnesses a dog trying to wake up a little boy of about 10, sleeping on the footpath . Just as he wakes up a car comes smashing toward them . The boy is saved , but the dog is hit by the car.

"Ah!  what happned ! Jack are you allright ? my dear Jack you are ok na ? I can see I am bleeding. I can see you soaked in my blood and holding me just like my mistress did . I am missing her right now, more than I ever did. Jack dont cry. I am happy that you are safe. I am in extream pain , but then I can hear her voice calling me bleakly."

I always knew , Jack alone could lead me to my old mistress . You see her children said  she has gone to God in a little haste , but never before did she leave me behind alone. I think she did it  by mistake this time, but I couldn't let her go wrong. I had to be where she was . If she had gone to visit God,I need to go to his house too, behind her .

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in the journey of waves

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Beneath the golden glow, silver light.

In the cradle of  soften sands,

 I move in zeal, for a journey

towards the stable lands.

Lenticularly,
with latent vivacity that underlies,
along with the sparkling surf of dreams,

filled with unkempt vitality , I rise.

 Capturing its peak ,the envisaged height,
with its mighty crust spread wide,

with bubbles mingling with air,

slowly , I subside. 

Gingerly,
approaching the conclusion of the voyage I lead .

reaching my  exide, beginning another journey,

 passively into the anonymous, I recede.



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dear diary

On basic notes , the poem simply depicts the journey of  wave of rising and then falling back ,but on a metamorphic note it depicts the different stages of life just from comfortable childhood to  vivid adult hood  to old age and then n the anonymous journey of death. Isn't life just like a wave? isn't the picture above depicting the very fact ? Well , I found it to be so. :)

yours 

school girl

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forest trail

The forest trial I chose,

was the one

filled with undergrowth.

In the beginning

just the shrubbery grew aside

but soon the forest intensified.

and my path too

that once laid straight

started meandering

over the woods.

as I proceeded

 the way forked by,

and the  vegetation

started darkening the sky.

Every turn  and diverge

had something mystical to reveal

let it be scary darkness or

beautiful mist that prevailed.

the trail continued and

I followed.

On one such turn

a lane came by

that traveled parallel to mine.

and for long

the path came along

but now, I can see

another fork, another turn

although guarded by thick undergrowth

what will be the next,

I don't know

will the path stay ..

or go away????

with desperate feet and throbbing heart

I moved a few steps

on the capricious path

I tilt my back to glance across...

all I could see

was a light so divine

it drenched my soul

and last till eternity...!

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dear diary
I clearly remember why did I pen this down , when did I pen this down and where did I pen this down. Even a whole blissful  year couldn't  fade away the memories so strongly embedded ! Its the first poem I had ever written down.I really dont know if it is good enough or not ,yet Its the most special one for me.I wrote it for someone, lets call him Maggi .  I guess wrote it down because of the fact that I wanted to say so much , yet felt a little deficit of words. I didn't mail it to him on that day due to my uncertainties.guess I should have.To day  on his birthday many things have changed , but the uncertainty is still there , I don't know why .

dear Maggi

I just wanna say that you were the very first reason to write and even now you are the one. long before I started writing down in this blog ,I used to write down for you . I didnt have the courage to tell you that this poem was for you , nither do I have It today. I dont know if you will read all this or not but if you ever read this I want to tell you that even if I dont write great , it all began coz of you and hence I owe you a big * thank you * . Among  many meaning the poem convey , one of the things I wanted to tell you at that time and today is just that  you are one of the most beautiful parts of  my life , as always I dont know what the future is but I see it in the bright light of happiness and gay :)

 I sincerely expect nothing from you, but don't know why my heart always wipers silently 

"please don't go away just now, stay for a little more longer ...and if you want till eternity..I wont ever mind it  "

  happy birthday

 He is NOT my boyfriend!!!! & if you really wanna name our relationship let it be friendship, but for me the purest and most beautiful relationships are better left unnamed .

yours
schoolgirl 




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the way (page 8 )

source: Ruhani's blog

In the black and white

of life, often, I find 

way towards its Grey

dear diary

 I was just browsing my net when I saw this picture . Its a part of mind blowing may .

well I am not so sure if  it is in sync with it , but well it just ' inspired ' these lines out of me!
The fact that its a black an white picture and of a car that obviously moves on a road ( rather way ) was the probable reason I guess. well you just have to be inspired right ??:D:D:D

yours 
school girl

a peek into my heaven (page 5)

Dear Diary


Oh I am so obsessed with my garden !! ...I don't know why  though!guess its in my genetics .My mom loved gardening, my dad was also passionate about it. In fact majority of their old pics are somewhere or the other related to their once flourishing garden. I think that's how I learnt to appreciate the task of gardening. My fellow classmates often regard it as ' boring' ,'out dated' If only they knew the joys of it. 'Tiring' ,agree it is, yet nothing can beat the sweet feeling of seeing the baby seedling grow up in to a beautiful plant and flowers..........



 thought about sharing a few pics of my garden!

Roses ...can any thing beat their charm ???????

 

this is Calendula 

candy tuft

one of my Adenium 

wild flowers have their own charm ..... these two were uninvited yet beautiful guests ...

( I loved its colour )

 

 Finally , THIS ISN'T IN MY GARDEN.....YET GORGEOUS...AGREED ???

yours
school girl

My sister (page 4)

Dear Diary


Today ,exactly 14 years ago , my life changed forever!  at 09:05 am... my best friend, enemy, critic, joker, companion, partner, adviser, junior (my senior too some times! ) all in one...in short my sweetest  little sister entered my life! and nothing was the same again. I still remember when I saw her first....she was probably 1/3 rd my size(I was 3 then)yet  the cutest  creature ever alive on this earth!! She complimented me ever since the beginning. I remember how my relatives would take my permission to meet my  little sister! ... I used to be the Boss in charge! :P:P:P even In my friends circle , I loved to introduce her to them, I always used to  be in the lime light! all thanks to her.

As small kids, we used to fight a lot! ..almost on anything and every thing , we don't need a reason to fight! also we can turn  from foe to friends again in an instant..that too again for no reason what so ever! through out my childhood she was my constant companion !...why ??? well ...she used to have a fight with all the friends I made....and finally I , the ' elder sister' her 'protective wall' would have to fight with them all too ..to protect my ' innocent ' sister!!!! hahahaha honestly I used to be so cross with her!! (hell, who wont be  under such a scenario..Imagine  you just made friends with someone about 10 min. ago and now you are fighting with her!, probably punching her too! ) It was always this way, I was her body guard, and she mine!

But even a decade later nothing much has changed except , her previously  plumier cheeks are now skinny , she is now  as tall as I am! and she has now got her own different set of  friends ..... except all of stated above ..every thing is the same.she is pretty as ever,. we still fight over petty things , and are still each; others best friends for life .!!!!!!!

we cant live without each other ,and we need no one when we are together!. I can write this on a stamp paper as a proof if you want! :P


ohk, now leaving the praises apart ....as she tuns 14  today I would like to share the card I made for her:-


 this is the cover look!

the " HAPPY BIRTHDAY" note opens up in to this.. :-

 ah! m so careless, I guess a oil stain appeared up there some how! ...I don't know though ' how' !  finally, this is what is inside..

Inside these words are inscribed which were pen down by my sweet friend SIS( thank you so much, his blog  few miles )

 …..

she is a bliss, born

in this world as my sister

to colour my life

kindness and sweetness

and many more made you a

special sister

caring, love and loyal

I admire in you always,

and cherish them too

I want you to know

that each year my feelings grew

I'm fortunate, smile

Warm thoughts and wishes

I'm sending it to you, May

all your dreams come true

Wish you a very Happy Birthday!

Dear mallaika,

you are the best Gift God has ever given me, and he ever can! :D

yours

school girl

loosing him (page 3)

Dear diary

I cant describe my feeling today. All I can say is that I lost him.  It was just an accident  Our encounter was so short lived yet my life seems to come to an halt without his presence, which makes me realize that how little things matter so much in life......hopefully this will convey my hearts voice more clearly..

It wasn't long

when I met you first.

My eyes met yours.

an instant 'click' .

feeling's sudden outburst

and I could make out,

It was perfect lust.

For time or two

together we stayed.

there were embedded 

many little charms,

a never ending , perpetual play.

 our interests same, we were

companions in every way.

Yet, when I thought I had

time to spare with you, plenty.

 the incident , the accident 

changed it all. the destiny

played its game, dirty.

Yet again , my hands 

free, vacant ,empty.

I was in school when a sudden push from my classmate startled me and my dear new pilot pen fell from hands!! ah if I only knew  ..I would have tightened my grip! I had bought it just this Saturday , and hardly written anything with it!! ...but I cant keep adoring  my handwriting ...it just becomes more beautiful and full of curves with that pen. now when its gone my  palms feel deserted!

source :google

Hmmmmm  It feels really bad when you loose a pen just when you buy it...!!!!! isn't it? I think I will buy a new one tomorrow. Hey , by the way what were you thinking about ???? :P :P :P ...LOLZZ



yours
school girl

page 1

Dear diary

I would have written about the lovely rainy last night, or about the beautiful sunny morning or about the mesmerizing cactus flowers that bloomed up in my garden today (and that too two of them ! isn't it wonderful!they are so precious and live only for a day) if my father hadn't struck up this conversation with me last afternoon. What he did was share a short yet meaningful story with me.well this is how it goes like:


Once upon a time there lived a very old man near a village. Fables of his knowledge were wide spread in the vicinity .  Villagers often used to approach him with their problems , questions with hope of an apt solution, which they always received. In the village lived a farmer named Jeevanlal who didn't like the importance given to the old man .He always doubted his wisdom and left no opportunity to let him down ,in which  off course he never succeeded!
one day the farmer thought of a plan to insult the old man. He thought to carry a little bird in his palm and then question the old man what was is containing. ' A bird' he knew would come the reply. Then he would ask if it was alive or dead!. If the old man would reply 'alive' he would kill the bird in the fist and if the reply would be 'dead' he would release the bird alive!! In this way none of his answers would be correct.


With the said intentions he went to the old man  and indeed the reply to the first question was 'a bird'. Then the farmer asked if it was alive or not

 " As you wish, the life is in your hands"came the reply with a smile.
Moral of the story is that life lies in our own hands we can let it live,bloom or destroy it. Its our own decision .

Ah! I couldnt agree more with him!! how well he said ..yet I have always believed that our life is also a reflection of people we interact with. they always influence our life in one or other way! isn't it so?? I mean or friends or teachers , or relatives etc etc! they always leave a mark on us, good or bad that's different! With times they may leave us yet their impressions always remain somewhere in our life.

source:google

Life is  wet patch of sand.

People may come and go

"impressions" of their transient feet

 remain forever

 yours
school girl