First blog post

This is my very first post. I started this blog to share my thoughts and feelings with you all. I believe writing is the best way to reach out a large mass at the same time. I can also ease my mind which feels overburdened sometimes… 

A flood of emotions come in my heart many a times and am glad now that somebody is here to read them out… 

The blog posts will come up with the little excerpts from the stories of our day to day life….

You are welcome to give your valuable comments and suggestions to add on…. 

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Pre-destined Future!!

It was a stormy night and the cloud was about to burst and pour the rain out. She stood in the line, in front of the doctor’s clinic and kept on waiting for her turn…

A man holding the hand of his three years old son came forward and banged the door. It seemed that his son wasn’t well as his face looked pale and eyes were red. The woman stepped backwards, as she understood…

The man waited for five mins and entered inside. It was growing late and outside the clinic a board hung which showed the timing of opening and closing.

Few minutes later an old bent man in white dress came out, behind him was the man with his son. The door was locked and the shutter was pulled down. 

Now, the woman sat on the stairs without uttering a single word. The baby was resting on her shoulder…

Somebody asked the woman… Why didn’t you go inside when it was your turn. The baby seems to be unwell. 

“Her future was decided before she was born…”, replied the helpless mother and patted the baby as if she was alive… 

And we broke apart… 

Whole my life I spent in the fear of losing you 

I was so apprehensive

that I became oppressive 

I tried to keep you in my arms

For I felt I loved you 

When the care turned into shackles

I swear I was not aware 

I longed to own you in all situation

But you were not my possession

Today you are not constrained

and you must be feeling it

As you were born free and so you are

Admitted, it was my mistake 

But when I realized was it too late?

My fear of losing you led to the loss

And so we broke apart…  



**The poem has been written on the request of one of my best friends…**

God is always with me!! 

It has always been a debatable topic,”Whether the god exists or not?” Few believe in God and some simply deny the existence.

Since my childhood I had been brought up in a semi religious family where god had never been an obsession nor any possession. Yes, I had been asked to pray before taking my meals and pray before going to bed but it was not imposed upon me. 

I developed a very affirmative attitude towards god. Although I have never seen him, never listened to him or never touched him but yes, I have always felt the presence. My god is always with me, in my optimism and for me god is my belief in my being.

God is a positive energy which makes its presence feel only when you have a crystal clear conviction about yourself and your origin…

In Prison… 

It was chained and was ruled over

Dominated by and crushed ever 

Darkness was the world

And they were the firm believer

To come out of it was a difficult task

One could think of it never 

Suppression was the weapon 

Oppression was the rule

But there lived a little heart

In that prison…

It rebelled and brought a revolution

As it wanted freedom…as it wanted freedom… 

She had a dream… 

Where did the butterflies get their vibrant hues from??? 

Where the flowers got illuminated from??? 

Where did the birds get their feathers painted

and where the rainbow brought its colors from??? 

Who made the earth green and sea blue???

Who carved such a mastery over the colors…

was all she wanted to know….

The painter of happiness…the artist of this multifaceted world… 

She always wanted to borrow that color to paint her imagination…

But the dream remained latent for the time…

She held her breath to wait with those expectant eyes…

With all the positive vibes…yet she was alive…

To make her dream come true…she grew impatient…

The heart was beating loud…and it got detected…

The colors started swirling…mixing and merging… 

It was dark and dark and dark!!!

The dream remained in the eyes…unfulfilled and unaccomplished… 

She showed the courage to have a dream…it got never fulfilled… 

But she had a dream!!! 

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Hatred: a never ending game… 

She made a vow that day… still it lingers in her mind… 

But today he was on his death bed…lonely…broken…shattered… and she stood in front of the bed no. 45, blocking the dim light’s path… He smiled and tears roll down from her eyes…it was about 15 years since they have not seen each other…

She left the place as the sight was unbearable for her…

Now she was with someone, whom she had always felt comfortable with… “What made you go there??? you always said that you hate him… I grew up to hate him… I’ll do the same… But you have changed…mommy..”,the little girl said and she kept mum…!! 

She was Famous…. 

They were best friends….two bodies one soul…as everybody said who knew them…. 

But now she was famous…her husband was a renowned tycoon and she left no chance of flaunting her riches!!!

“Ah!! Why shouldn’t I do that…?” she frowned when her best friend philosophised about the reality of life. 

Today they hardly talk…its been a long time when the body left the soul…

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Unconditional love 

She peeped from behind the wall…. “stop crying or I’ll ask her to take you along with her…see how terrible she looks…”, a mother who has just stepped out from a mall said pointing  a finger towards her in order to scare her son…

The boy stopped crying…looked at the woman peeping from behind the wall and flung a stone at her….

He was dragged inside the AC car and it drove him away from the scene…. 

Now she came outside, leaped and picked up the packet of wafers which had been half crushed by the boy’s shoes…. She grabbed it and hurried towards the wall again… 

Behind the walls was her hungry son who has ceased crying now for she has got something for him to eat. She took him in her laps and kissed him…

The little boy in tattered clothes smiled as his mouth got filled with the crisps of wafers… “a lovely lady dropped this for my heart…may god bless her and give her all the happiness…”she said as she smiled back to him…. 

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A Teacher 

She was a different personality… Without any degree in Management she knew how to manage everything and that too with perfection….

I continued to watch her since many years and tried to learn a great deal… She always aided her verbal knowledge with some practical applications…. 

It was surprising and sometimes awe striking as she knew the solutions to all my problems… Sometimes she waited for me to speak and sometimes understood it before I could gather the courage to speak….

Now over the years….I have learnt the same from her or it won’t be wrong if I will say that I have inherited it from her….

I can adjust… I can manage…. I will never leave you disappointed as the lessons learnt from her are strongly imprinted in my heart and soul…. 

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A Child without childhood memories…

…he walked with his head high and shoulders bent down… responsibilities were high and maturities came before the age… 

“I am the one who has to earn…my mother taught me…being the eldest I love to care for my younger brothers and sister….”

He walked again and entered the ration shop which supports his family…but he stopped and took a turn,”I have never learnt to run away from my responsibilities….so I am loving it”, he replied when I asked him about his own happiness and childhood… 

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