The Silent Musing
Poems,a silent voice's words..…
Poems,a silent voice's words..…
He sat,on the swing. As he played the flute. A foot step was heard. As she came closer. His face bloomed into smile. You are here,he said, without looking back.. But who am I? He smiled,closing his eyes.. My beloved..…
Poetries,feelings,life..…
Just some words,if it heals someone,helps someone in hard time,then words have value..…
Hindi poetries…
The little girl sat atop of a mountain in deep silence. The Sage,her grandfather looked at her from afar. A curious child yet silence was her sole companion. At time she was like the springs running speedily towards something she wanted. At times she was like a mountain. Silent,stoned,lifeless. At times she was like a butterfly,lost in flowers. At times she was indifferent,even in the face of death. The naughtiest child,yet the most obidient one. She was the blue skinned girl. Yet now even her skin was not blue. The sky was her friend,the wind her guardian. The tale beyond time,was it hers?…
Poetry about seasons,longing,love..…
Poetries,some sacrastic,some painful,some raw,unrefined,some happy,some tearful..About life,me and myself..…
The young girl danced infront of the temple as the priest and the village people sang and played instruments. She was dancing as the bells on her ankle broke. The music stopped. The young woman stopped. On the first step of the Temple stood a Young man with his camera recorder on. He was shooting her. When she stopped,he put down thecamera. "Chhote Mallik"called out someone..…
Arnav Singh Raizada was on a mission. To find the man who had caused his Aunty,the only sister of his father,Sristi Singh Raizada's death. His mission started when he read her diary in the store room of Sheesh Mahal after he brought it from his uncle. He never knew he had an Aunty that too twelve years older than his father. She had died years before his birth.She had written numbers of things and they were kept securely in a old box in the store room,locked..Little did he know,he was walking towards his own life..…
Some feelings to share…
"Maa,I have finally met someone,in whom I see God. Infront of whom I wish to bow down,to pray. Maa,I saw something in him,that I never saw before. He doesn't come inside temples. Still I see God in him"Khushi Gupta wispered to the star,shinning brightest in the sky. And the star blinked as if listening to her..…
A Genius scientist looked at his creation. A robot,a superhuman or something else. It was never tired. It could think million times faster than humans. It was the most wonderful creation.. As the same Superhuman started coming towards him,with predatory eyes,he recalled a voice.. A feeble voice,telling him,to stop that madness. To look at life.…
Khushi had fallen down the cliff that day when she tried to save Arnav..Arnav never found Khushi. He somehow managed to escape the goons and fainted infront of a car. When he woke up,it was already three days. And no matter how much he tried,he couldnot find Khushi. It was almost like Khushi never existed..On the other side,that day a young man had rescued Khushi. He had taken her to hospital. Yet she had slipped to coma. After basic treatment he took her with him,to his hospital. There Khushi was kept in life support for 2 years. And when she woke up all she remembered was the name,Khushi and an letter,A..Nothing else..…
She has fallen.. Numbers of faces shouted in joy..And the reason,the man she loves..who was she,who is she,no one knows,no one has the answer..The only person who knows,keeps mum..A journey of fantasy,epics,stories within stories..Just dream within dream…
Short stories about our favourite Arnav and Khushi…
It was few days before his marriage,he found a message,from her. She had not asked how are you like always. she had left a silent congratulations for him..…
"Return to me safely"she whispered and kissed him goodbye..The train carrying him and many like him was leaving. The engine was already roaring like a monster separating her from her beloved..Khushi stood a little far as Arnav ran back to his parents. They didn't know her. Yet she knew them. Arnav had joined military. She had lost her parents in the same place. Her heart was screaming at her to stop her man. Yet watching the exitement,the smile of his,she dared not..…
Superstar ASR was back. He had again picked up his guitar,after a long interval. What made him disappear from stage for so long,no one knew. As the crowd cheered,a woman in the corner smiled..He was her dream. A simple girl Khushi's dream man. And she left,his stage,his life.…
She looked at them,who she once loved,still loves and laughed the laughter of a maniac..Standing infront of the Idol of Shiva she danced, chanting Nirvana Satakam..And before it ended,she fell,the little bells of her anklets falling,just like rain drops,creating a perfect harmony..And She was gone,forever..With her Shiva…