Memories into scars

SHE IS NOT A KID ANYMORE... The girl who was frightened To see me in Kurta tightened, Our first meet was in 9 th A Now remembering them seems   passed a long way.   The girl who had silky hair till shoulder Has a heart which is stronger than boulder, The girl who I was suggested with Was feeling   weird with my breath.   Anyways, her smile and hair And the calculations in the air Was always a piece to glare With an innocent stare.   She looks like a kid But filters whatever one bid. One just forgets that she is not anymore a kid But hopes one day makes chowmein with a lid.   Her world is all about her papa, Tales on which are longer than Mahabharata. OMG! One should see her smear When a person with attitude is near.     She is sweet with her kins Never gives a shit to those who hate her fins, I learnt many things To my mind it always clings.   She only knows how to show off her ...

The Girl with the Pink Specs....... I am jealous of you to be honest. How can you be well oriented in life. You were a wonder for Class 9 GIRL, who was me!!! Your speech during Vidyagyan Leadership summit, to be honest was like a just want made me notice you for your the first time. I still remember , when the award for the best speaker was announced as 'SUDEEKSHA BHATI' , you were not listening to whatever was going around you , you were lost in your thoughts on the rotating chair. That innocent face , and ' I didnt do anything ' looks showed me your modesty. I found you most of the times with books in hand. Once , I remember , in school we had a visit of some Chairman with Roshni maam. Before the arrival of the guests in the big conference, I noticed you again with a book, not any book, but a register with some graphs and notes. I think it was during the period of the re examination of Economics exam for the boards .. I felt that , who does tooo much of studies. Oh m...

                                                                             THE LADY ON THE PHONE.. ..   When I went to my buddy To do English as a combine study A lady entered the room Who was in well groom But she was in phone constant Not to stop for an instant.   My studies had gone My curiosity was on To know the lady on the phone.   After a while , the phone was kept My curiosity slept, The lady on the phone Was the very well known But not to me That was Annie.   Oh my god, how can I dare To say the name without care, Cause every time I met She had features of new set.     The first avatar was She , the mother Of 2 brothers Who were to confuse Cause none couldn’...

HAVE U EVER FELT THAT U R STAYING WITH PEOPLE OR SURROUNDING , WHO DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT UR EXISTENCE!!! U r just doing all  the stuffs for them, ending up exhausted , tired and realizing what did I just do? For whom? Am l even acknowledged for that. Or  Am l just taken for granted? When U want a help , love or support, none would be there with, but when you are not there with them for a single time, they complain that u never cared for them and have complains from all over the world. Lately what happens is that , u start thinking what wrong did u do? It was just once I couldn't be there for U? U start feeling disgusted, embarassed, ashamed and sad. The person on the other hand would be jingling with your feelings. THE TRUTH IS THAT IT TAKES A HELL LOT OF TIME TO REALIZE WHERE U HAVE GONE? AND THAT POINT OF REALIZATION , BRINGS IN A LOT OF PAIN, LIKE A HARD SLAP ON UR FACE........ IT HURTS THE MOST WHEN, U KNOW THAT THE PARTICULAR PERSON WHOM U WERE DEDICATED , WAS A...