Be like a Chocolate

​Chocolate – A finest remedy for all gloominess.


Be like a chocolate.

Sweet for everyone,

A good treat to share,

Bring delighted face to glare.


Be like a chocolate.

Mixes with anything & make it tasty,

Welcomed by child, young, old,

Happiness like pure gold.


Be like a chocolate.

Sometime soft, Sometime hard,

Dark, white, milky,

Pleasurable for all lovers.


Be like a chocolate.

Cure for any stress,

Helps in fixing deteriorating relationship,

With Equal soul inside-outside.


Be like a chocolate.

A chocolate to cherish your life.

Coming with all positive vibes.

For all Chocolate Lovers.


Be Happy. Keep Smiling.☺

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माँ तु ऐसी क्यों हैं।

माँ तु ऐसी क्यों हैं।

मन जब भारी हो जाता है।

तेरा सर पर हाथ रखना सब ठीक कर देता है माँ।

भूख जब मुझे लगती हैं।

तेरे हाथ की ठंडी रोटी भी अमृत लगती है माँ।

होती हूं मैं जब भी परेशान तेरा कहना सब ठीक हो जएगा

सुकून देता है माँ।

पापा से जब भी डर लगता है

तेरा मेरे साथ खड़ा रहना 

हिम्मत देता है माँ।

खुद अपने गम छीपाकर सब का ख्याल रखना 

ऐसी क्यों है तू माँ।

शायद मैं कहती नहीं पर प्यार तुझसे बहुत करती हूं माँ।

तुझसे ही मेरी ज़िंदगी है।

तू ही मेरी सब कुछ है माँ।

तेरे बिना कभी ना रह पाऊँगी माँ।

तुझे छोड़ कर कैसे जाऊँगी मैं माँ।

माँ तू ऐसी क्यों है।


Be Happy. Keep Smiling. ☺

Smiling mirror

From traveling in Rome,

To,

Eating a chocolate cake.

From listening loud music,

To,

Dancing with all the craziness in rain.

From watching mega show,

To,

Riding on a giant roller coaster.

With touching of each corner of the world…

Running to find internal happiness

Only euphoria of a moment

Make a move, have a glance at mirror

A beautiful face, a ravishing smile, glittering eyes…

Offering the whole world’s pleasure,

Who would have thought that a piece of glass,

Can bring that million dollar curves on face,

Whatever life give us good or bad,

Face the mirror and smile..
A delighted smile will return back…
A magic glass of happiness…
A precious gift for lifetime…
A mirror, a smiling mirror.

Be Happy. Keep Smiling.☺

He Time Passed

She liked,


       She cared,


              She loved,


                     She tried,


                            She cried,


                                    She pleaded,


                                            She howled,


                                                     She hushed,


He Time Passed……..


Be Happy. Keep Smiling.☺

      The Last Letter

Hello, here comes my first short short. Last post you had read first part of the story, and here is now full story for all you readers.☺  

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                                       Story

                               The Last Letter

It’s the last time I am seeing him and that to like this. It is the worst feeling ever I have. Ooh god! Never ever make anyone to feel so miserable, so excruciating, that she has to see her life, her love and her everything taking last breath. Despite knowing this I’m not able to do anything. Damned!!
Kunj, my fiancé with whom I want to spend my whole life, is lying here on bed no. 24 with all tubes, needle in his right hand, oxygen mask and a cardiac machine showing sign of him being with me. Just a week before, we were a happy couple and all the elders of family wishing us with all the blessings. I can remember his delighted face that day, he wanted to get married as soon as possible. But our marriage date was fixed after 2 months. It’s said that destiny is not in our hand and it had become true in my case. Destiny has played its game. Our dreams remain just dreams.

It’s all my fault, I called him  yesterday to meet urgently for selecting matching clothes which we were going to wear on our wedding day. While he was coming, on the way some boys were playing with bikes, doing stunt. One of them lost his balance and clashed with Kunj bike. Both bikes slide on road, but Kunj bike collided with a tree. His head got hit with the trunk of tree. Those boys ran away from there. Some eye witness try to catch them but they were too fast. People brought him in hospital. Stupidly I was calling him angered with his late coming behavior.  Without knowing who is speaking on other side of call, I barked. 

“Where the hell are you? For past half an hour I am waiting for you” 

“Hello mam, my name is Sid. The man you called has met with an accident. He is admitted in Vedanta hospital. May I know who am I speaking with?”

What! My world had stopped. Met with an accident. What! 

My body start shivering.

“Hello. Are you there.” The man asked. I can’t remember his name.

“I am his fiancé, Meera, coming there in 10 minutes” this all I could say.

Picking up my scotty I ran toward hospital. Within 7-8 minutes I was in hospital. 

“Excuse me! An accident case within 15 minute?” rapidly I asked receptionist.

“Mr. Kunj  A. Jain?”

“Yessss”

“He is in ICU”

I ran toward his ICU . Hesitantly I opened door, my heartbeat had stopped. He was lying on bed face fully covered with bandages. 

“Dr. I am his fiancé. What’s the situation” I asked to Dr.

He asked me to come out and told me that Kunj had internal bleeding and a blood clot had developed in his brain. They are trying but situation is critical. In last 1 hour my world again had stopped twice.

“Internal bleeding”

“Blood clot”

“Trying”

“Critical”

I tested each word, as if listening for the first time. What had happened. What to do now.

Next 7 hours I was silent and only praying for him. Doctor and nurses were in and out from ICU. 

“God, please! Please! Please! Make him alright.”

His parents, his sister, my parents, my brother, my sister, my sister-in-law, all are here, and I am alone. With all the people in hospital I am alone. At 12:30 in night Dr. called his father and told that bleeding had been controlled but clot can’t be removed. He was shifted in room no.24 and will keep him in watch for next 24 hours. 

No one was allowed to sit more than 15 minutes in room no. 24. After all family member spend 15 minutes watching him, we weren’t allowed to enter his room. I told everyone to go home as I was staying in hospital outside room no. 24. I sat on bench outside his room, but with every 5 minute I gaze him from the door which had a circular window in it. 

“Meera. Wake up dear” My mother woke me.

I was sleeping on bench, I can’t remember when I slept. All night I was watching him, but when did I slept? Everyone was again in hospital. 

“You should eat something. You had not eaten from night.” My mother worriedly told me.

“No maa..I don’t want to eat.”

I only want him to be out of danger which he is not. I turned to see him once again from that window, but what I could see was a doctor and nurse were in his room. That means I wasted my morning time in sleeping rather than looking after him or I woke up at his morning check-up time. Half an hour later doctor was out of room but nurse didn’t. He eyed all of us and said, “He is conscious but he will not be able to speak much. You all can meet him one by one, but more than 10 minutes. He doesn’t have much time.”

I felt like someone has twisted a knife in my heart. How could…mean how…….. even I am not able to think. May be my sub-consciousness had listened something wrong. But reality was that you had listened it correctly Meera. He is going. Leaving you alone. 

“No! No! No!” I yelled out.

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With all my misery I had decided to meet him first. My heart is throbbing very fast when I entered his room. Here I am sitting besides him finally now, in Vedanta hospital, room no. 24., after passing more than 24 hours out of this room.  I am gazing him continuously, capturing his last memory in my eyes and heart. He is gloating me with a smile on his face. I know we are not allowed to communicate a lot, but these are going to be only last 10 minutes of our togetherness, I hope not, but reality is laughing at me. He holds my hand tightly and says, 

“Meera, I am sorry, I am breaking my promise to be with you forever. You have given me a great collection of cheerful memories to go lighthearted. The precious moments I have spend with you are the best time I have ever lived. I am not able to talk much, but all I want to say you is written is this letter.” And he handed me a letter. He continues,

“Read it when you are out of the room.”

“But…..” I want to ask him about the letter, when and how he has written it but he stops me saying,

 “ssshhhhh………., see I know I don’t have much time, that’s why here’s my letter will say on behalf of me. Ok, I have written it at night, it’s my last gift for you. Now no more questions, please. And Meera, I love you.”

Yes he answered my unasked question about letter. I want to ask him why he has done this, knowing he is suffering from pain, but what could I do, his wish is my command.

“I love you too….” I replied with full love and care. My response created a huge smile on his face and he says, “Now I can go peacefully.” 

My heart again shriek with that feeling of losing him. I don’t know how much time has passed but we are staring in each other eyes drinking each other last sight. I am fully in the movement that a nurse enters in the room and tells me that meeting time has over and he need to rest now. Off course after his rest his mother, his dad and many more are in queue for his glimpse.

With all the dishearten heart, I am out of the room with his letter in my hand. I am very eager to read his letter. He has never given me a letter, who write letter in this digital world. But all of a sudden my hand start shivering, this may be his last letter and last gift as he said or as the situation is. That agony again has entered in my body. Finding a corner, I sat on the floor and unfold his letter. I recognize his handwriting instantly and start reading it.

To my dear love Meera,

I don’t know, when you will be reading this letter I will be there or not in your life. I want to tell you lots of things which my letter will speak on my behalf. Meeting you was the best thing ever….means ever occur in my life. Our journey is small, but you have given me tons and tons of best and happy memories. I am very grateful to you for being in my life. You always used to say that life is like a drama, every person plays their own part, so, now my role in your life is over. Once role is done you have to leave that drama. So am I doing. In your drama (life) many characters will come for short/long time. You already know that a play is incomplete without a hero and heroine, and heroine I know is very beautiful and strong. Now you have to find a hero, a good super hero whose play his part forever. Yes, I am telling you to find a guy and get married. I know you are very stubborn girl, which I love sometimes, but this is my wish not a request. Whatever has happened it’s my destiny not your, so you have to move on and you have to live a jovially life ahead. Whenever I will be looking for you from my world, only thing I have to see is your smiling pretty face. I am not able to write more now, but before ending this letter, you have to promise me two things. First to start a new life and second to be joyous by heart not a fake smile. I know you will keep your promise, because I trust you. Lastly again I am very thankful to you, for giving me so many beautiful days in my life.


Love, Kunj.

My eyes are full of tears, how well he knows me. Why he wants to get me married, I can live without a life partner. I am in my own thought, suddenly I have listened a scream, scream of his mother or just my ears are ringing. Standing up I run toward his room. 

“ He left us, he left us Meera…………”  His mother hugged me crying loudly. I know her sorrow is more than mine. A mother has to look his son dying is the worst thing can happen in the world. I am quite, no yelling, no weeping, not a single drop of tear, standing in room no. 24 like other lifeless object in that room. 

Yes he has gone, you have to believe it. I turn and run back to the corner where I was sitting before. Facing the wall I mourn, despair with heartache….drubbing my fist on wall. He died and left me alone here. Why…? Why….?  Why me only? What have I done wrong? All I have is his letter, which demands promises from me, which I have to fulfill, became it’s not request it is his wish, as he always says. He always knows that once I can reject his request but when he wishes for something its means I will have to accept that. From now neither his request nor his wishes, nothing. Now I am left with his last gift to me, his last letter…………………


Hope you like my first fiction short story. All the readers are free to give there suggestion.

Be Happy. Keep Smiling.☺

Childhood

​A tiny box inside my room

calling me desperately I assume

slowly I went near that box

inside contents seems like they knock

I open it with excitement

It’s make me feel incitement

object I found in it

make me sad little bit 

a little doll with bright blue eyes

memory of my childhood arise

she was my best friend

packed now just left with named

time changes value of beloved one

grown up in a fast running brunn

missing those childhood days

best thing by which everyone is bless.

Be Happy. Keep Smiling.☺

We are YOUTH

​Yes, we are youth, YoUtH, YOUTH

Young, strong, passionate,

We are student, we are professional,

We are owner, we are employee,

Yes, we are youth.


We have crushes, a lot 😀

We like, we fall in love,

We are single, we are in relationship,

And sometime it’s complicated,

Yes, we are youth.


We work hard, we study,

Although just few days before the exam,😉

Whether we get success or face failure,

Without looking back we move forward,

Yes, we are youth.


We have heartbreak,

We suffer from unbearable pain,

We cry alone, in silent,

We laugh out loud in public,

Yes, we are youth.


We try, we walk,

We run, often fall also,

But we don’t give up,

We get up, again we try, walk, run.

Yes, we are youth.


We hangout with friends and family,

We party, party like animal,

We dance like no one is watching us,

We celebrate, with no festival,

Yes, we are youth.


We speak for fair,

We fight for wrong,

We get angry for fallacious,

We pull our socks up for justice,

Yes, we are youth.


We smoke, we drink,

We have hangover,

We are scolded, 

We are elucidated, 

Yes, we are youth.


We respect elder,

We love younger,

We are learner,

Learner at every step,

Yes, we are youth.


We do wired things,

We are thriller,

We get delight and ecstatic,

We face massive or minute problem,

Yes, we are youth.


We have vision, 

We set goal, we target,

We regret, we achieve,

We work from zeal to zenith,

Yes, we are youth.


We are happy, we are sad,

We get confused, we get frustrated,

We exhaust, we deal depression,

We are mischievous, and frightened too,

Yes, we are youth.


We are voice, we are future,

We are voter, we decide,

We look up for opportunity,

We tackle with threats,

Yes, we are youth.


We are in army, we are navy,

We are artist – musician, writer, rockstar, singer

We are in possible impossible profession,

We love want we do, 

Yes, we are youth.


We are young, smart, charming, 

We are fashionable and even traditional, 

We are like a flowing water,

Which never stop,

Yes, we are youth.


Happy National Youth Day.


Be Happy. Keep Smiling.☺