Just b-e-l-i-e-v-e!

How quietly you have covered me from top to toe Is it really you? the constant fights, misunderstandings, I had nearly thought  I had taken another road Anyhow , for unknown reasons I went on , and on Till I could see nothing ahead And felt that I am almost dead And then I realized (may be you too did) Something there is between us Something that doesn't love distance.

Long ago , I used to maintain a diary. Now again I am writing a diary these days. Of course this one is different from the previous one. But I miss my old diary , in the sense , that was a piece of truth of what I was in my childhood. That was my raw consciousness , my unrefined sensibilities and underdeveloped conscience. Well writing diary is a fun as well as an art. You can use your creativity to the infinite.  Some day I will share some extracts. C ya! Love!

Today is Holi. A festival. Yet what seems more overpowering is the fact that today is Super Moon. Yes , I have been observing its effects since morning. Everyone at home is behaving strangely. They are restless , get angry even on small things , spoiling each other's moods , not able to control themselves. Even I felt it too strongly. But then I decided not to speak to anyone. Calm whoever is angry. Not mind whenever someone shouts at me. Haww... hope this day passes quietly.

Day and day I do try Try to Learn Learn an art Art of Living. Night and night I do ask Ask to God To teach me an art Art of learning.

I am Japan . Dreams of Waves , Broken grounds and Radiation Have Murdered my sleep. I am a nameless town In a crowded country Called India . Dreams of Corruption And Fiery Population Have Killed my sleep. I am an Endangered Earth. Dying every moment from Innumerous burns and cuts And rapes and murders. But no more dreams now, These are the realities. And no more dreams anymore For soon , the Sleep would lull All the dreams to sleep.

“Long back there were two friends…..” “Mummy… ruk kyun gaye… tell naa…” “oh yeah.. where was I? … Yeah… Long back there were two friends. Mita and Geeta were their names.” “hehe…” “Why are you laughing?” “Mummy … Mita is the name of my best friend.” “Oh.. no no it is another Mita.” Anju stroke her baby’s hairs. She began her story again , recalling faintly the plot of the story. “They both were like sisters. And more happy and contended than husband and wife…” “hehe…” Again Shreya’s giggling interrupted Anju. “There is nothing to laugh in it.” , said she and began with the story again. “One day Geeta fought with Mita on a stupid thing. And as soon as she came home she discovered her favorite doll was stolen away by someone. She began crying until everyone in her house got to know about it. Nobody could convince her that it was only a doll and that she will get another soon. Her mother phoned Mita and asked her to come to soothe Geetha. They all knew Mita can do this impossible thing.

Thousand caves open  Their dark hearts And mouths too Where the Moon is low The sea calm The sky clear And a boat which is near To take you abroad Where Light is all to behold And to drink, only Divinity.   But the cave  You must cross And darkness You must defeat And to show you can act well The part that is given to you This is the only chance. (Had written this on someone's bday , that is today , 8th March , but couldn't send , so I posted it here.)