[I was sitting alone on that bench along the streetside café..staring at the setting sun and thinking about my recent failure of giving up on the most desired jobit seemed like the end of my world.]
Dejected and crestfallen I was sitting alone on the bench,
It really seemed like the end of my world, with no aspiration left.
I had no hopes of sustaining in this world, I had no dream to fight for,
Maybe I lost it all, My destiny deprived me of it all by staging the perfect theft.
A loud thud behind me dragged me back to the real world, Saw people running,
They all ran to a spot where a girl was lying bathed in blood, most of her parts lying around.
The scene was horrifying, terrifying, sent me to shivers, she just committed suicide!!
A few hours later, this could be me? But I was still there fine and sound.
They spoke of failures , criticized her ability to judge on the wisdom of God,
They berated her for letting the precious gift of life go in vain.
I saw it all and understood one thing for sure, she might be living but her soul was already dead,
I decided to fight, gave up the idea of suicide, gathered my courage to try once again!!
Poem- My mother’s definition of Motherhood
My son asked me one day is motherhood a profession?
I asked that to my Mom, she smiled and explained it beautifully.
“Yes, Mothers in this world are the only God-gifted professionals,
They are allotted a special work of showering the maternal care eternally.
They ensure that little kids learn to walk and rise after falling,
They teach honesty, modesty, benevolence and truthfulness notion.
They ensure their kids turn into strong individuals of tomorrow,
They also force their kids to maintain the holy faith and devotion.
Even criticizing the bad deeds is a part of this noble profession,
They do anything and everything for their child’s welfare and good.
This profession is best of all the professions in this world my grandson,
This is how I define my profession of motherhood”.
Lyrics essay- A teenager’s first kiss
My life during the school days was as restless as an oarless drifting boat. I was too much fascinated with the imagination of the touching someone of an opposite sex. I sensed that this was a sense that I was dying to sense but could never muster enough courage to approach a girl. I tried it all, it all went in vain. I tried harder and harder and all it came was my suffering and my pain. I felt betrayed and dismayed, was wondering how to pursue the love of my life. My pals told me I was too confused to demarcate the urge for intimacy from that of the need of a true love. My parents were always helpful but in this matter, I felt as needless as a victim of an undiagnosed suffering.
My miseries and sorrow were getting to a level unimaginable. I suddenly came across the girl and getting her sparkly face off my mind was way beyond fathomable. I pursued with all my manhood, she came up front , then retracted, and I was cold as wood. Days went after days when she finally gave in and it was my first date when my urge was about to win. I looked at the mirror that evening and saw the real man in me. He was still bit shy, a bit reluctant but still ready to gauge the true levels of intimacy. We dated, we romanced and then came the moment when I had the chance to sense the woman’s touch. She came close to me , I shivered and coyed, my jaws fixed almost like a clutch. But this was the moment I rehearsed almost a billion times, quite similar to the way an Olympian crosses all the hurdles in his mind and then his performance shines. She noticed the resistance and shyness, she smiled and came upon a unique idea which transformed the entire experience.
“Imagine my love, that we stand alone on a sea shore. There are no people around and no worldly affairs to affect or disturb our true core. But we are the last one’s left on this lonely shore and there is no certainty of what will happen next. Now it is the time, my love when you should express your concern to me by creating an intimate bliss, yes, this is the right moment when we should seal our love with a kiss!!”.
Thos magical words worked as effective as that of a supportive wind for a sea-gull and dragged me into the moment when we kissed. It was perhaps the best moment of my life till then until we kissed again and again. The transformation from a shy boy to a confident lover was the nicest feeling that changed the way I perceived the world.That day, the urge of a kiss gave me the true romantic essence of my life and the lady who taught me all of it now stands next to me as my beloved wife.
