HIDDEN HAPPINESS....

I remember the day when my sole happiness was taken away from me. Not by my parents, not by anyone else, but by mere fate. Let me recall the incident for you.

        It was the middle of the day of a summer week. Moisture ran it's chariot through the  gates of wind and sweat led its way down the necks. I was a content child at the mere age of five. The only worries of my life at that time was what I will get for my birthday which was only ten days after. I had a cute little puppy; of the breed Labrador. He was glittery black, the same as the colour of my eyes. He was the reason of my happiness. I named him 'Buddy'. Leaving the fact that I was the smallest one in the family and I was pampered a lot, that small piece of a living being gave me infinite pleasure. But who knew that happiness doesnt stay in your life for a long time...….

     Buddy was roaming outside, in the lawn while I was inside, taking a baby nap. I was, in short, unconscious and in my own world of dream or probably recalling the movie of 'Princess and the Pauper.

'BUDDY'

         Now everything happened so fast. I woke up and entered the nightmare called 'reality'. Everyone was there. The whole family. I never wondered what happened. Certainly, I didn't have that much of a sense. But I realised one thing- something was off. I never bothered to ask anyone. I just went to the lawn to get my pup and start playing with it. My mind got disturbed when I didn't find it in the lawn. Not in the bedroom, not under the dinning table, not anywhere in the house. I was going nuts; roaming in the whole house like a cub trying to find his mouse. Finally, I asked the where-is-the-thing expert of the family - my mom.

"Where's buddy?" I asked in a tone which made her expression sorrowful.

I didn't have the expression reading quality but I could say that it was bad news.

"He was stolen by someone, sweetie." As soon as she broke down the news to me, I was a small lump of flesh, crying at the corner of the room. I asked her a thousand questions which are still a mystery now. Perhaps all were shattered by it. I never forgot him. I never will.

It is fascinating isn't it? How something so small can lead to such a big space in our hearts. I did ask my parents for a dog again. But all I got was 'Nah, too much of a responsibility.' or 'Hmm, maybe we'll think about that." I did loose hope. But I promised myself to become someone in life and treat myself with a dog. Maybe most of us have that type of situations. And maybe most of us have the fortune to have that type of happiness.

What I have seen is that people tend to ignore their dogs or pets mostly. That is because it is normal human nature to NOT value what you have and crave for the ones you don't. That's why we tend to find our happiness in animals. They are not greedy, non-trustworthy and delusional. They are the perfect companions, perfect secret keepers and give unconditional love. What else do you need?

And still we are running after materialistic happiness- technology. We are neglecting the emotions and feelings and running for an unhealthy society. I see a grey society in the future. Full of blur UV rays and air screens and flying cars. But unfortunately, there won't be smiles of the faces of humans and that is not a just a mere prediction. That is the bitter fact which lies above us...….

                                         The Variable 'X'

From childhood, we used to see Professor X of the X-MEN saving the day with the assistance of his mutant students. When there came the civil wars or even a mutant-human war. Every time the mind controlling supernatural mind, saved the day. Even if we didn't realise it, that X entered our life, we kept on underestimating the variable...

Now, we know that teenage and X are directly relative terms. We solved hundreds of equations and made thousands of formulae and expressions. But still each time the answer is different. We used all the possible methods, but still, the value of the damn X remains variable.

This X is like millions of people in the world who do not know the actuality of their destiny. They wander, make equations and solve them. But then, again, they come around and they come upon the conclusion of absolute nothingness. Why does it happen? Why can't X have a certain value and life it's life independently, not harnessing the poor souls? This might be the question rising in your mind.

But people can be related to this mysterious being. As X changes its values, people change their colours. And thus, because of the greed of more satisfying answers, this equation of life again...FAILS.

- A.N.D

                          WANDERING VICTIMS

You invent things like great technology,

But can't protect a human? Pity.

You make thousands and thousands of theories,

But end up keeping quite when something demises.

You achieve your dreams, higher and higher,

But stop on seeing an assault; liar oh liar.

You want to change the country so big,

But allow a person harass a girl.

You make planning so complicated,

But can't wrestle with a kidnapper.

You make arrangements as dated,

But can't stop a person assaulting, which matters.

 

You make many motivating speeches,

But can't take away society's leeches.

You make heavy plans of big dreams,

But don't know how to save a gleam?

You may have reached the highest star,

But if the rape cases are blasting the news,

Then don't you think some convicts should be behind the bars??  

                                - A.N.D

                              

                 THE WOMAN OF A DISTINCT SHADOW

    There once upon a time,

Stood a girl with silent hair.

It was a scene, calm and fine,

You can relax a while in just a glare.

The breeze was blowing, high and wide,

her hair were dancing like a peacock.

Her eyes showed vigorous spark abide,

Her pupils twikkered around the clock. 

She had a very big smile on her lips, 

As if the greatest joy she has conquered.

Oh, she looked like a blossomed tulip,

She was an angel, I enquired.

She spoke a few words in the sweetest voice,

As if a harp situates her throat.

Then she said she had been wondering,

Whether I came directly from heaven or by a boat.

I told her the words describing her beauty,

She just smiled with a silent chuckle.

Let me reveal the mystery of this riddle,

This beautiful woman in My Mother....

 

                                                                       - A. N. D

                

                                   Why just girls???????

Boys can fight, break bones so hard,

Girls are told, "You are light, honey." go read in the bard

Boys are told, get out and play,

Girls are told, be in and stay.

Boys are told to be courageous and brave,

Girls are told to just be timid and there would be a prince to save.

Boys can drive any how, at any speed,

Girls are told to drive safely or they may bleed.

 

Boys are told to make things bright,

Girls are told to make things light.

Boys are told to talk freely whatever they wish,

Don't say that girl, you will perish.

Boys are told to play hard sweat games,

Girls are told to spend time in kitchen so lame.

Boys are told to play as well as study,

Girls are merely told to do the goddamn girlish duties.

All work and no play had always made JACK a dull boy,

Why not Jill?

Practice always makes a MAN perfect,

Why not a WOMAN.

A Prince would come to save you,

Why can't you become the saviour?

Why wait for a person who you are not sure will even come or not.

be the next brave warrior.

You don't have to stay in a tower,

For a person to shout from the end of the staircase.

You don't have to wait for the end of the month salary of your husband,

Because you will be getting stronger in some days.

 

in preference to the Women empowerment mission!!

 

 

    

  

 

                             Complicated life!!!!!

You enter the world, without a word.

Your cries surround the room,

You look here and there alone.

But then you see faces that gloom...

You think that you can't do anything,

What those big ones do.

They just hold you in their big arms,

You think the smallest creature is you.

Then you enter the childhood,

When your innocency takes hold.

And people love you just because,

"Aww...so cute." You were told.

But still you think nobody listens to,

A little budding flower like you.

And you complain about your dear life,

Don't deny it, its true.

Then you enter the great teenage,

You like the independence you get.

Your friends become life, fun become style,

And you constantly keep bets.

But teenage mood swings get over you,

Anxiety, anger and irritation.

And you think that nobody understands you,

Depression, stress and frustration...

Then you enter the astonishing adulthood,

With all the money around your head.

And you make a good fortune or not,

You would have a partner in bed.

But then you would sometime feel lazy to work,

Worries of the world in your mind.

Even if its related to tax or not,

You can never say that money is yours or mine....

Then you enter the old age,

Diseases creeping on your body.

But then you think what a boring life you had,

It could have been better like dad.... 

                                                                     -Anushka Dabhade

                                                     POEM 1

                                        DEW DROPS ON MY WINDOW........                              


 I wondered when the small circles hit the glass,
whether they were mixed or pure.
I wondered when the cold icy winds,
had many drops of endure....

It was a cold hard face of a rusty weather,
Stones were going rocky and chattering,
Like a very downward motion,
The strong voice of the birds chirping.

When I heard the kids splashing in the puddles,
and the people growling about the leakage.
The raincoats were held in the windows of the houses,
And the people are complaining about the bad drainage.

But inside, there is a very uncanny silence,
Walls are still and you can only hear the chattering of the rain.
It seems like the 3 musketeers are rampaging on the wall,
And the french revolution is taking place on the lane.

Much after the rains going cats and dogs,
I saw the environment outside.
The dew drops on my window,

Were sharing experiences of adventure of far and wide.......😕😐