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

Its amazing to view my blog after almost 20 days. I have learnt what I needed to . So I undeleted my Blog. Deleting this blog was like killing my own child. I had reared it with loads of love. Each of its post is an outcome of a struggling mind. They might not be readable or interesting but they mean a lot to me. They are milestones in my development. Well as I am back now I would tell one prominent reason of it. The Name - Just believe. It is so close to my heart that I began to think of creating another blog with this name. But that would be ridiculous. So I am going to continue over here only :)

Had you ever ask what I always wanted to ask you , I would have said ,  Rather I would have asked ,  Did I ever inspire you ? Inspire -  For a little good deed ,  To smile even when you are broken , To pursue your dreams ,  Even if they are craziest ,  Inspire -  To think of Family first, To think of duties When the world is maddening with selfish feelings. I would have asked ,  If ever I inspired you But now I have gone And you too And there are left the seeds of inspiration With white wings around them They fly , unrecognized , unappreciated Ignored ... but they don't die Without finding the right place for germination And when  they find , they live To leave earth a better place. Seeds of Inspiration germinate  In a mother's heart Who had been a coy daughter, A blushing wife ,  And a proud mother. And they live there  Forever ... [Dedicated to my mother , on this Mother' day (I am sorry mom , if I hurt you ever , I k...

... I can not help it now. I have come to this road. And it goes straight to Death. Don't be afraid my friend. Death will not swallow me. He is my groom. Once I am into him , he will be my shadow and I , his. I shall not live again and come to this earth. My days on earth will end soon. But dont you grieve or think I am again fooling myself. And... I tell you ... even if I am fooling myself , it is for my good...let me. Will you fight with me if I take medicine for the life is unbearable sometimes. You shall not. Be with me , we have got few good days left and when I shall be gone , you would miss me. Oh... you can not imagine. How glorious he looked. How does he work. How does he love me... so mutely , so meekly... and to see The King meek in front of me... I know the Power of Love. But I don't want to know anything... nothing... Do you remember , you told me once I can not be happy with any man. I have realized it now. I can not even be happy on earth. How can I be? when I a...

Too sad to do anything. Can we pray ? God can you hear me? Be with me , I ask for nothing more.

Some years ago The young mother died They said - she died during Her third abortion in sixth months. Little , frail thing, She died insignificantly, Leaving her shadow behind In her young daughter  With dupatta and red bangles in her hands. The father married again (for money) And triumphantly got a son too -  too ill to survive (They live death , the death she died.) And the young girl plays And laughs and her laugh echoes Nobody cares ,nobody chides.

I dont know I should write it or no.And I dont know whether I will be to able to convey my emotions honestly and objectively. But all I know is, that I need to write it. I just read Shannon Hayes's article "Saying goodbye : What do we teach kids about death ? ", which begins with the words - " My grandfather is dying." And I felt goose bump in my stomach. My grandfather is also dying. But unlike her , I am far away from him. Unlike her , I don't feel much for him. Unlike her , I don't feel it... feel it deeply. Perhaps it is because I am five hundred miles away from him or I am not sure , if I would have felt same , were I near  him at his bedside. Perhaps , it doesn't move me because he is old and I want his sufferings to end. Or perhaps it is just a poor ingenuine excuse. I feel ashamed and at the same time I know number of my relatives who come to visit him daily , feel the same thing , perhaps more cruelly than me.  In her article , Shannon Ha...

What crap was that ? lolz. Examination room. tensed. As soon as saw the paper a bit relaxed. Speed was slow yet knew would easily complete the paper. Last one question and last one hour. And though needed concentration , mind was roaming behind the young boy like a tail.Wait I am talking about a little kid , not so little of course but cute kid. Ten-eleven year old , fat , black and with green or perhaps red color glares. Wooo and what the kid was doing in the examination hall - roaming around and checking on students if anyone is daring to cheat in his presence. lolz. I was totally amused. And more when he was coming towards me. He peeped into my answer sheet , I looked at his face - that was All Smiling Me . I must be looking like a fool as that kid sarcastically said - hanso mat , paper do ... I said - I have enough time. Suddenly he went to his mother and few seconds later came back to me and said - its 5 o clock. I said - I know that. (perhaps he thought I was asking time from...

Long  long days  creepy , sleepy, dusty, windy, chocolaty days, With chocolate blending love nuts in it ; secretly tip toe behind dusk ,  Incarnated  in the blessed couple Who walk on terrace talk ceaselessly , Seem Contented , with distance between , Two souls meet somewhere in them.   Then I fly I shy I envy I feel tickle  And love for them for it is a True Marriage. Yes it is a True Marriage.

It was a dream. Not an ordinary one. Hmm.. The one like Anna had seen. Don’t go too far. I saw the Fire. Fire purges. Its Holy. I saw Phoenix . It is a symbol of rejuvenation. It is a symbol of Life. I was shouting , I have to Burn I have to Burn , for my own need. And I was burning… Hmm… Is there any possibility? Perhaps. Today it will rain. And you will stay with me? I want to… watch the sky melting and fire drenching in the rain… Oh fire… Let it come true … You go , You stay… my dream will come true in any case. I know. When you call things they appear. Even the things which only your mind bear. I don’t know. That was a dream. Hmm… rain has started. And Fire… We don’t need it now. Lets get drenched in rain. Yeah… Fire drenched in rain…

Let's say you don't read me Then there is this poem And if you don't read it too I will not cry over it Though tears have their  Own reasons to flow I wont mind these little things. And let's say someone reads me And reads this poem too I will not move on (I tell you) I have seen all There is no where to be found One thing - one being That mirrors your Soul.