Slinging scribbles

Smit Mehta, Reporter,Future news,3200 The residents of Dombivli,who had been to picnic in Yehur Hills were in for a state of shock when they stumbled upon an enormous piece of mass peacefully rooted in the ground.The residents seemed to be in a state of fray as they pelted stones on what seemed liked a peacefully sleeping creature.In the hustle,it is believed that many children lost their connections with the oxygen cylinders and had to be hospitalized for severe suffocation.The condition of the children is believed to be stable for now.On proper surveillance the police deemed it accurate to call the archaeological department for a proper research into the dormant being.  After a thorough inquiry,the Department,seemed to have cracked the enigma and established the facts behind the origin of the creature.Its the first time in history of Utopia that the archaeologists have taken the help of the environmentalists and scientists to come up with what seems to be the the breakthrough...

how excited i was to see you,to feel you,to grasp you; as we met at a distance which failed to set us apart for ever. how happy i was to gaze at you, to smell you;the familiar scent that had engrossed me in you for years. if every word were to lose their beauty to you, then my scribe would be such a shame eyes behind those veil,smile of a distinct flair, wouldn't my kiss,if i could,be considered a sin,to tell thee a few. your lips,thin as though the petal of an elusive flower, made the most urgent touches to your words in peace, as the incandescent glow on your face mesmerized me with its perfection . but forever seemed too far as the curse of time kissed us, and so thou had to leave like a dew; no wonder i couldn't bid you a proper adieu...

Lonely is the world, Lonely are you, Amidst the ways, Letting pass more than a few. Love her, love him, Love them, but me; O dear your heart says, Pray, love to me. Strange world we live in, Amorous only for the means; So many times the heart beats, Still, you pretend, be numb to its feel. All bonds breathe gimmick, None stays in defeat; Even a mother seeks to abort the child, Who plays with her precious life. Few realize the truth I say, But naïve like me to accept it that way; For its ages since we lived as a stray, With a heart that beats only for its sake.

Idyllic girl I met in my college Quite obverse of the people seen As she walks with such a swagger That could bow even the king to a cradle   In this vile world lies a girl With an open heart to face the trouble The love, the hate, the tears She overcomes them to beat the fears   Smiles with no feign Cries with no joy There I met the idyllic girl Who loves to walk the way her heart goes by     A ray of hope in her blackberry fervid eyes Beautiful like a condescend moonlight Infectious is her photogenic smile Affectionately cries at the drop of a hat for every pie of her life     That girl I met in my college With whom I shared my frights Walked, talked, laughed, giggled Like a sibling; no lies…period. You will remain close to me Whether we live or die……………………………      

Walking down the lane for so long, At times I realize am at the crossroads Tears that know to roll down the cheeks, So does the babies that pour out of the wombs, The ink that kisses papers with ease, The only sun that knows to rise in the east                                                                                  How do they know, I do not know; For all I know, Their roads they know; Paths which lead to two or many ways, And those ways leads to one or many, Which road leads where, I do not know, In fact, there’s nothing I know For all I know, I need a light That doesn’t ...

Years, decades passed by, The cute toddler made way for a grim face, But there is one woman, who never felt the other way, It is certainly you, my grandma   A teacher by profession, who taught with great zeal and fervor, That I know when students come to meet thou, Seek your blessings and make you feel prouder, I know it is most certainly you, my sweetest grandma.   Has an amazing dexterity in her hand, Whatever thou write is loved for its say, None but your heart touched me in that blend, It's none other than you, my beloved grandma   Prepares sumptuous food for me everyday; As I try to neglect at times with haste, But with a placid demeanor like that of a sage, Calmly keeps my temper at bay, And succeeds in filling my tummy, once again   Years, a decade passed by, Everything seems so changed, But if there is someone who remains eternal in every way, Its so you, my dear loving Grandma!!!!

Suddenly i have lost the flair in writing and i seriously hope its not a prolonged effect.just chipped in to celebrate my birthday and to tell myself how i feel to be elder by one year.its strange,i dont feel anything though a bit excitement when people call me but that's it!its a quiet and a peaceful birthday like the ones i had over the few years maybe a mirror to my demure image and maybe i prefer to like it that way.its quite possible that this sense of celebrating has been embedded upon me from quite a few years. But there are still diminutive changes in my nature which i feel have placed me on a more better platform to understand how the most part of the world functions.Unlike two years back when i almost spent birthdays cribbing at how 'close friends of mine forgot to wish me,this year the emotions were quite controlled.I had no hard feelings for them.Although i must admit there was a certain amount of lull inside me for the same but it no longer disheartens me that m...