Just Write

As Maya Angelou said, “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside”. Therefore readers it is time to let your stories be known to the world. I urge you to write. Pick up your pen and let it bleed till your brain runs dry and if you are asking me why you should write so here is a short poem by me 

Write till your fingers bleed,

Write till your fingers freeze.

Write, ’cause you have to hide

All the pain of vicious night.

Write cause you can’t subside

Worries rising as if tide.

Write till your heart is drowned

In the love that is never found.

Write, ’cause you will succeed

Surpassing shadows of your creed.

Write for to be eloquent,

Need not you be intelligent.

Write create your own distinct fashion,

Pouring oceans of imagination.

Write your thoughts like forest fire,

Wait not for people to admire.

Write, don’t be mortified,

Went it out, don’t die inside.

Write cause there’s no better way

Of generating smiles on darkest day.

Write, leave a legacy,

You words might shape someone’s destiny.


A Letter From Heaven

6’o clock. The hands of the clock were erect. Reema was not able to sleep last night. Though it had been more than a year yet she can’t get out of the trauma. The flashback grew prominent with each remembrance. She tried to escape but where she could go? She couldn’t run away from herself. 

She picked up the morning newspaper just to fleet away the killing hours. Unexpectedly, an envolope fell on the ground.”Dear Mom” imprinted on it. Who could that be? Her son is too small to write letters. Curious to know, she opened the letter and began reading.

“Hello mom,

How are you. I am happy and safe over here. The angels entertain me all the time. The fairies sing lullaby. The soothing music, the blissful calmness, unrestrained mirth and stupenduous banquet are all at my arms reach. But mom, heaven is not perfect without you.

Tell me mom how is life on earth? How do birds, trees, rivers, mountains look like? How beautiful is sunset and sunrise. Wish I would have been there. You carried me 3 months inside your womb, wish you would have given me a name too. I was initially fed and cared but then suddenly one day I was poisoned with injections. Those venoms penetrated my lungs, brains and even my brittle heart. I didnt gave up easily because I was my father’s daughter. I fought to survive. 

Later I witnessed scissors, forceps and other sharp objects which came to snatch me from you. I was afraid. I prayed and asked god why did he sent me when my death was written even before life. I helplessly kicked the dark blank walls of your womb, hoping that someone would rescue me. But alas! There was no one. I was torn up bit by bit, pieces by pieces and finally I left your womb as clean as before. I was then dumped. I never had funeral. 

Tell me mom, are all humans like this? Are the animals on earth treated the same? Will you ever let a needle prick your son? Then tell me mom why I was killed? I thought I would be adored and appreciated. I would have been a splendid harvest but you all were afraid of little rain. I would have done my best to be an ideal daughter scoring good grades in examinations, a caring sister to comfort my brother when you were not around, a supportive spouse to venture in his journey of life and a loving mother. If shuffling identities pleases everyone then I would have happily done that. Only just you gave me life.

Convey my salutations to grandma. Tell her that her bed time stories and cozy lap is yearned. She is a strong lady that gave you birth and brought you up. If I could giive her one thing, I would like to give her the ability to herself through my eyes. How proud I am of her and how happy she makes me feel.

Tell dad that his blood no more runs in my viens but his fragnance does. I love him, for he is the only star to my string of pearls. He may despise me but his unwillingness can never demote my love. It makes me grow more fonder. I did not wanted him to love me but hold my hand and be by my side, giving me universe amidst his arms.

Tell my brother not to be upset. I hope some day we meet and fight for the last slice of pizza. 

Tell the society and the whole humanity that its high time they should think out of the box. Its not just me but every child whose right to live has been violated. What would have happened if I lived for few years on earth? What satisfaction do you get on killing innocent lives? And all those who advocate for abortion, they forget that they too were born. 

And mom, don’t despair or find ways to punish yourself. That isnt going to make you feel better. Punishment doesnt guarantee absolution. Even if there are no stars to stare and no dreams to look forward and no laughter to assauge me, still there you will be my mother to pacify and inspire me. See you at the other end of life called heaven.

With love,

From your dead daughter.”

Tears spilled over the letter. Reema folded it back. Her voice is still timid and in it there is a shame. She hides words behind her neck. She has the urge to scream, for once she wants to be heard. In her heart there is a mayhem but in her eyes self control. With blurry eyes and trembling hand she again picked up the letter and began writing at the back of it.

“Dear Daughter,

I know I am guilty and I will never find a place in your heart or in heaven but you ‘my love’ did find a place in all my morning prayers and midnight sighs. You were a shooting star but I was not fast enough to wish on. I have lost you but not my ability to hope and I hope that we will be united. I will take the words right from your heart unfold them and display. I will ask the universe to come and see how the silent ones had the most to say. That time no society or relations will stand in our way. Thank you my child for restoring my lost strength and courage.

With love,

From your unfortunate mom.”

Reema stood upright. Her feet firm on ground. Her cheeks drank the tears that her eyes shed. She felt the lurking hope making its way in the dark. She could now repent for her deeds. The next day she got a two months old daughter at her side. Nothing seemed better than adopting an orphan. Yes she overcame her fears. No more flashbacks and no more escaping. She is a woman. A phenomenal women. 

Mahatma Gandhi said “It seems to me as clear as daylight that abortion is a crime”

Dear friends, life is life however small it may be. Killing lives will not save resouces but proper allocation of resources will help sustain life. According to Allen Guttamacher Institute. 6% of abortion occure due to potential health problem whereas 94% occur for social reasons, that is the child is unwanted. We have reached the peak of development but somewhere we are losing our ethical consience. Abraham lincoln said “The best way to predict future is to create it”. So stop murdering generations. Even if we save single life, we will save a humaity. A journey of thousand miles begins with a single step. I am ready to walk, are you?


“All I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen.”-Ralph Waldo Emerson
How often or rather rarely do you think about the hereafter? Firstly. Do you believe in life after death? If yes, how have you prepared to confront the Almighty? If no, why are you placed in this world for? Who is your Sustainer? Will you be here forever? What is your purpose in this world?

Once in a far off village on a bright aummer afternoon, a corpse was found in a drain, naked, blackened with blood clots, numerous stabs vivid all over the body and the face was beyond the recognition. Someone brutally murdered him.

People immediately reported it to the village police. Horrified by the pathetic condition of the dead body. The police and the villagers suggested to perform the final rites. But wait! Final rites requires money. None wanted to pay an amount for his clothing though they were filled with remorse for the dead man. The villagers were selfish but intelligent. Thy agreed to share the burden and suggested to contribute some amount fot the final rites. Therefore the advertisement was put : “Unclaimed dead body…donation required for funeral. Donate 5,10,20,50 .. God will bless you”

Yes, blessings also cost money!

Three hours passed, the body was left uncovered, unattended and a bowl of coins and notes beside it. Why is the creator so harsh on his creatures?

Finally the amount was collected. He was dressed in 6 meter non branded white cloth and was buried with dignity by the unknown people in the unknown land.

Meanwhile, the police carried on the investigation and the conclusion came after three months. The man who was murdered was a fomous businessman  from the neighbouring town. He was the dealer in fisheries. Blessed with 2 sons studying abroad, he also owned a splendid bunglow sprawling over a lagre area. He was brutally murdered for not accepting bribes for illegal trading.

Divine vengence! A foumous businessman, having a happy family and crores of rupees lying idle in his bank account, yet his final clothes was donated by few poor illeterate villagers.

Was he a crook of a noble man? Wether he went to heaven or hell? We dont know that. What everyone will remember is his condition at that time.

Therefore dear friends, Say your prayers before prayers are said for you. Dont underestimate the power of blessings. Repent and revert to your lord. Ask forgiveness. If conditions are in your favour, be satisfied if not then be patient. Victory and loss are imposters and this life is just a deception.

If this life is a deception why should I struggle to find a place to fit in? I should abandon this pomp and show and convert to a hermit. Become a nun? No way, that is not my cup of tea.

Then what is faith?

Faith is beyond the religious text. It is the hope that tomorrow the sun will shine amd I will have a new day once again. Faith is the belief that the honey bee labours selflessly to provide us with honey. Faith is the confidence that under pressure the coal will turn into a diamond. Faith is in the smile of five year old child when he knows that his father will come to pick him up. Faith is the courage to break out from the dogmatic traditions that confines your limits. Yes, faith can move mountains.

Mother Teresa said – “live simply that others may simply live.” Take challenges open heartedly but dont be stressed. Be competitive but not jealous. Have self respect but not ego. Have talent but dont be oversmart. The almighty painted this beautiful world for us to enjoy and get the maximum for the next world. You are the director of your own life, make it or break it. But remember, you have to return….

The Road Not Taken

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And sorry I could not travel both

Be one traveller, long I stood 

And looked down one as far as I could”


I first read this poem when I was in 10th Grade and mind you not for my solitary pleasure but because it was included in the syllabus. Years down from that day I still dwell on its words and find it akin to my life’s journey. 

To start with, journey of life is an amalgamation of unpredicted future, apprehended plans, surprise gifts and making descision is an important part of life. People face tough time deciding what to wear for the party. Then we have even more tough situations in life like which career to opt for, which company’s offer letter to accept, what age to marry or should I get married at all. Life doesnt give us a summary beforehand. So people stop extracting minute details and pack your requirements for the journey of life. Take along your values, memories, thoughts…

Now let me take you for a walk of life. I travel pretty good at first then a sudden halt. Two diverging roads! Now which road to take? Luckily I see a stranger passing by. I ask him “Sir, where does these two roads lead to.” 

With a frosty look on his face he retorts-  “Where do you want to go?” 

I vaguely reply “anywhere” 

He rebukes “choose any one, you will reach anywhere.” Without wasting anymore minutes on me, he left. I stand there with a confused mind. Was he being rude or was he hinting me to be wise. Yes, he was right, If I dont have any destination to reach how am I going to take descision. Descision should be goal oriented.

Now I make a descison to reach the Horizon- where the land meets the sea. I want to cherish the beauty of the moment. I choose the second road because it is less travelled and seems interesting. Few things that clicks my mind is

1. Is it correct and worthful travelling on this road? 

2. Will it be safe and comfortable? 

3. Is the destination confirmed? 

I close my eyes and think for a while. “I should do what is right for me, no one else is walking in my shoes, and so did many people before me.”

Remember the man who left his railway job of ticket collector to conquer his dreams. Yes you guessed it right, Mahendra Singh Dhoni. He was just another boy with extraordinary talents. If he wouldn’t have left that road, India would have lost one more legend. Dream big friends, dream big. If your dreams dont scare you they aren’t big enough. Have the courage to embrace your feable faculties and become the beast of your scary dreams.

Do you remember the girl, Reshma Qureshi who walked the ramp at “2016 New York Fashion Week”. She refused to wear the veil in the public. The acid couldn’t burn her spirit. If she would have taken that road, she would have been left dissolved and disillusioned in this busy world.

Sometimes we have to take descision in the nick of time. The dauntless lady, Neerja Bhanaut who saved hundres of live was shot dead while shielding three American children from the hail of bullets of hijackers. Being the senior flight pursur she could have easily escaped like the three cockpit men did. Paying heed to the need of time she didnt even once thought about the safe road to escape and thus became a “heroin of hijack”.

The road not taken or rather if a road taken by mistake. What should I do. Should I walk back all the way from where I came. Do I have enough time? Do I have energy? No, I will continue to walk on this road wherever it may take. Why to follow others footsteps when I can leave my footprints behind. Every bad situation has something positive. Even the dead clock shows correct time twice a day. It was well said by Einstein “A person who never made a mistake, never tried anything new.” Dont lament what was and what could have been. Make the most of what you have now with dedicatiom and firm faith. Take risk, if you win you will be happy, if you lose you will be wise.

There is no shortcut to success. The road is full of pits and cracks, gravels and stones, upstride and downswings and many curves. You have to make your way through mud and grass and on top of that I have to face the bitterness of weather. In the end, the destination will await me. It wont be easy but it will be worth it. Not everyone will understand your journey but that’s ok. You are here to live your life not to make everyone understand it. 

I sometime think about the road not taken but I still have a long way to go. I am already so far from where I used to be and I am proud of that.

Dear friends choose your roads or rather build your own roads. If people are doubting how far you can go. Go so far that you cant hear them anymore. Make your parents proud and yourself happy. To conclude with the same poem above:

” I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I

I took the one less travelled by,

And that has made all the difference”


Muchas Gracias

last year on Teacher’s day. I was told to compose a funny sarcastic poem. Since I am a literature student, here what I came up with. 

PS. Muchas Gracias is a spaniah term which means ‘thank you very much’


“Fair is foul and foul is fair”,

Bard of Avon made an err.

The maxim is false and we agree,

Yet we all adhere to this decree.
Muchas gracias dear teacher, for never being lethargic by reteirating tales.
You make me dine with Richardson Steel,

And enjoy Robinson’s copious thrills.

I chase Wordsworth, Byron and Keats,

Their comaradarei is all I need.
Muchas Gracias dear teachers for your exitement to teach.
Your invigorating lecture lure me to slumber

And suddenly I reckon that I missed my roll number,

And follow you outside to mark me present

You scowl at me and tag me as torment.
Muchas gracias dear teachers for your sovereign grace.
Your abrupt questions creats glitch in my brain,

I fumble and mumble, my cranial nerve suffer strain,

Attending your class is fraught with perils,

Clautrophobia conjures me to rebel.
Muchas Gracia dear teachers for perfecting me with trails.
My imbecile friend warble now and then

But your vigilant eyes catch me among all of them

You command me to sit in the first bench

They all mock at me but I promise to revenge.
Muchas gracia dear teachers for your bitter sweet concern
Two years lapsed, one more to go,

Time is fast but I am slow,

I am a hapless fellow, gripping all my time

Your my hoarded treasure and you will always be mine.
Muchas gracias dear teacher for your endless love and boundless care.


I am not safe

I am not safe. The moment I leave the threshold of my house the only thought that lingers at the back of my head is to return safely back home. I am afraid of the hurdles that surround me daily. I might slide over the banana peel in the narrow lane and trip over the stack of bricks lined beside the road for contruction or even a motor bike will be a reason enough for my death. I might be crushed by a overloaded truck or the auto driver may lose his control over the breaks. I can be dead any moment. Anything might be the decree of death but tell me am I supposed to die after being gagged, tortured and raped by strangers on my way. Why is death so harsh on women? Am I at fault being a woman? Why should I carry pepper spray in my purse instead of chocolates and cosmetics? Why shoukd I return home before sunset? Is the moon my enemy? I can’t even cherish the simplest beauty around me because I have to hurry back home to be safe or else I will be raped. A hot midnight tea from the local dhaba still remains a distant dream and freedom is still a struggle not a right. 

“She ws raped because her clothes were inappropriate.”

“She was raped because she refused to work overtime.”

“She was raped because she couldn’t concieve offspring.”

“She was raped because she stood for her best friend’s safety.”

“She was raped because she lived alone.”

“She was raped because her parents didn’t gave her enough dowry.”

How many reasons should I provide to affirm that we are capable of being raped. These reason would suffice for a woman but tell me what reason could an eight year old girl provide who was gang raped for 8 days in Kashmir and later killed and dumped. 

As I was scrolling the facebook posts stuffed with the appalling news of Asifa’s death. My neice of the same age peeked at one of the post and asked, “Aunty, what is the meaning of ‘raped’.” 

My throat choked as if I had swallowed a massive block of wood. I couldn’t speak. She waited for my answer and I rummaged for the right words. I couldn’t find any. I looked at her bright sunshine face and kissed her creaseless forehead. I told her not to ponder about the things she didn’t knew and she left with a nonchalant smile. 

I leave it to you dear readers. Am I justified for not letting her know the meaning of ‘raped’?

Phenomenal Woman

God created man first but then he rectified his mistake by creating a masterpiece, ” The Woman”.

 When you hear the word woman what comes to your mind? 
Beauty, strength, courage? What else?

Woman are the corner stone of every society. Our culture treats them as goddess and states that paradise lies under her feet. So what exactly is a woman?

lets check out a day from a woman’s life. 

Raina 35 year old single parent was having a usual day. she was ready to set off for her days toil. No sooner did she left the threshold of the house, her phone rang. She picked it up “hello mom”

“Hello Raina, your brother is dead. You must come now.” Her mother sobbed

In few minutes she was in her brother’s house, crying profusely and comforting her mother. 

Her phone rang again. ” Hello Ma’am, the judge has arrived. Please come, you are our last hope.” Pleaded her client.

Being a criminal lawyer was her biggest descision of life and the only reason for her divorce. Three years of multiple threats made her husband insecure and they broke off but their daughter felt more safe with her mom than with her dad. 

“I am coming don’t worry.” She replied on the phone.

Raina’s mother looked at her in sullen dismay. “Raina, its your brother’s funeral. I insist you not to go for work today.”

She held her mother’s arms and said with drenching tears, “Mom, my brother’s death should not be the cause for an innocent life to suffer in prison. I must go.” 

She rushed to the court like a thunderbolt and defended her client with that same old vigour. Next she went to recieve her daughter from school amd before she could tell her about her uncle’s sudden demise, the 10 year old girl cried with joy. “Mom, Today is the grand final of my singing competition and you have to come in the evening but first wish me good luck.” 

Raina’s tongue lost its strength. She said nothing to make her smile fade away. Her daughter was the only beacon of joy in her life. Choosing her words carefully, she said, “You will win, my dear. I have some work and I will be late but promise me that you will perform your best.” 

Leaving her daughter among the cacophony of the crowd, Raina left for her brother’s house once again.
10 am …she cried beside her brother’s corpse

12 noon ..she defended her client in the court room

6 pm … she attended her daughters competition..

Only her wrist watch knew her day’s struggle.
W. E. B. Dubois said, “there is no force equal to a woman determined to rise.” Its true but some people agrue that well behaved woman never made history. Breaking rules is what what world expects from a strong woman ? 42 year old African-American lady Rosa Parks, was not breaking rules when she refused to give up her bus seat. She only set a higher level of thinking and this resulted in overnight cause of civil rights movement in US. Mother Teresa or Malala Yousafzai were not rule breakers but standard setter. 

Dear girls, be the type of woman that makes other girls step their game up. Aim to be known as an intelligent woman and a loving woman and a woman who teaches by being.

Remember the lady who tried to committ suicide in her early twenties, then later diverted all her attention towards her passion. Writing. Her work was rejected by many publishers. Yes you guessed it right. J. K . Rowling. Today we all know that Harry Potter is an Global brand whose net worth is $15 billion. Her story teaches us never to give up.

Last week I urged my friend to watch the movie after she suffered a massive heartbreak and she was so enchanted that She called me up in the middle of the night and said, “I dumped him. No matter what he thinks. I wasn’t raised by my parents for 20 years to be torn down by a boy in twenty minutes.”

One will prompt that ‘what is a queen without a king?” Well historically speaking, more powerful. Queen Elizabeth 1 was a lady with fierce intellect and courtly charm. She was one of the Englands longest serving monarch who restored stability and guess what! She did so without a man by her side. 

Dear ladies we cant be a queen in a democratic republic but all I demand from you is to master your craft. Exceed your potential. Tap into your soul power and most importantly fall in love with your purpose. 

 Stop comparing yourself with your counterparts. Mary Wolstonecraft rightly said “I do not wish women to have power over men, but over themselves.” Today we are busy proving that women can do things which men can but the truth is women were sent to do anything which men could not.

In this big bad world of phonies, politeness has become so rare that people mistake it for flirtation. You ask a pen from your collegue and they end up giving you their phone number. Dear people, being polite or modern doesn’t mean that a girl is easy. The length of her skirt doesn’t decide her character neither the length of her veil limits her education qualifications and her beauty does not dwells in flawless skin or perfect curves. Her beauty begins the moments she decides to be herself. Beauty isnt a gift, its a choice, a lifestyle and an attitude. Beauty is you and you are special. Your value doesn’t decrease based on someones inability to see your worth. Its ok if people dont like you. you dont have to be perfect to inspires others, let people get inspired by how you deal with your inperfections.

And Dear men, if you want a strong daughter who can take a stand and fight this bad real world? well  start with choosing a strong woman as your wife. Only a lioness can raise another. And yes be a man enough to marry a strong woman. They are hard to love but for weak men. And feel blessed to have her and if you dont feel blessed she is not yours to keep she is another man’s blessing. 

At last I would like to qoute few lines from the song “Miracles” by Coldplay

“Hey you could be someone special

You got fire in your eyes, I have seen heaven inside

You’ll go further than we’ve ever gone.

In you i see someone special

You got bright in your brain you can break through the chains

You’ll go higher than we’ve ever gone……just turn it on.”