Today Never Goes

It was a normal day and i was busy pasting posters across the campus to invite people to join my society. The poster mentioned TODAY as the day on which auditions were to be held. I pondered and realised what if people read this poster the next day, or what if this poster stated Tomorrow instead of Today, the people might have never come. Everyday is a today and once we determine to complete our tasks today itself. Its never gonna be too late for anything.

photo credits- google images.

Sunny, bright mornings or wet rainy days
The nature surprises us in many different ways
Whats gonna be today, nobody knows
Each day is today, the today never goes.


Pangs of anxiety, 3 words you wanna speak
to your beloved but you find yourself weak
Take a ring with you and a dress red as rose
Propose her today,The today never goes.


Slight misunderstandings, clear them right away
Best friends forever are always meant to stay
Dont let your ego turn your friends into foes
Apologise today, the today never goes.


There are times full of highs and lows
Nothing stays forever in time's ceaseless flow
Thank all those people who have molified your woes
Thank them today, the today never goes.


Life is short, dont sit idle and wait
do it now before it gets too late
Live your life to the fullest before the, curtain close
Live it all today because the today never goes...

Meaning

A Blind girl has her own connotation and the meaning of light in her life. Her dreams and aspirations.

photo credits- hindustan times

Unending darkness
Captured in her eyes
devoid of vision

Brightness of the sunshine

Chromatic hues of the rainbow

Meaningless to her

Forest of darkness

where luminous dreams exist

Lightening her life.

Written for - Haiku heights

For the First time

This post is all about how a teenager embraces the addiction of smoking and drugs. An addiction is a result of a FIRST Time after which there is no last time till the end time.

The Cigarette
he ignited to smoke
for the first time.

image credits- google images.

A drug dose

she willingly consumed
for the first time.

A journey
ended tragically
in its spring

A cold dad

couldn't control his tears

for the first time...

written for Haiku Height

Polio Drops

Photo credits -Google Images

Drop by drop instilled
Slowly into an infants body
Vital Polio drops.

Written for Haiku Heights

A Widow

This is my first attempt at 55 fiction. I hope you readers like it.

Photo credits - thoughtcrafts sriks6711

An old widow, was in the company of pigeons
Chutki was running around, never to be caught
Bang, a gunfire.

A pigeon died
"Chutki" she cried.
Chutki, the most animated pigeon around,was in silence, bemoaning the death.

Chutki sunk her head into the widow's lap.
She caressed her head.

Apparently a widow met a widow..

IRONY

Finally!
"Finally!" I exclaimed, my last paper got over. The most relaxing sensation i had in the last 4 months, the moment i waited for has finally arrived.

"Free at last" i said to my friend Nishant who wasnt much animated from this fact but yet i knew what he would be feeling..

" lets have a walk to the metro station", i said to him to which he agreed. On the way to the metro station, we talked and criticised many philosophical ideas.  how capitalism has led to the formation of a puppet state, how marx failed to understand characteristics ofprecolonial Indian economy and much more.

I cant help myself gloating on the fact that i have become a plenary philosopher myself.

Me and my friend boarded a less crowded metro. I grabbed my favorite seat and our conversation continued till the lady announcer announced the commencement of Kashmiri Gate metro station. My friend deboarded there..

As swarms of people gathered around me the cool ambience of metro car turned rather sardined and smelly. "gosh its hot and its Delhi" i muttered.

I dont know what dawned on me at that time
I took out my question paper and went through its contents again.." what the fish"
I had screwed my last answer..

"All is well,all is well. damn". These famous lines from an even more famous actor was turning futile for my heart was not such imbecile.
Now when everything fails.. God comes.. I started muttering gods name, starting from hanuman chalisa in the hope that hanumanji wud unscrew my last answer.
The metro lady announced Hauz Khas and i deboarded.

It was a sultry afternoon which can be best experienced after getting out from an air conditioned compartment..
"Damn" i remarked and quickly mounted on my bike. To vex me even more,there was a heavy traffic and a red light.
I haulted my bike, waited for the green signal and restarted  my chanting of hanuman chalisa..

In the meanwhile a ragamuffin, small kid aged 6 -7 yrs came towards me and asked for some money.

"shoo" i said " age jao" (go ahead).
A stubborn he was, stayed there.
Frustrated i berated him. " bheek kyu maangte ho?( why do you beg?) jaake kuch kaam karo,( do some labour) bekh mangana aachi baat nahi hai( begging is not cool)

Saying this, i resumed my prayers.

"Bhaiya" he said. "Humare pass kuch nahi hai" (we dont have anything) isliye hum bheek mangte hai.( thats why we beg)
"Sabkuch hote hoe bhi aap kyu mangte ho?"( despite having everything, why do you beg?)

As. I looked forward, the signal turned green.

"Moron" i muted and sped away..

TWO MINUTES

This post has been published by me as a part of the blog-a-ton ;the 29th edition of the online marathon of bloggers ; where we decide and we write. To be the part of the next edition, visit and start following blog-a-ton . The topic for this month is "TWO MINUTES"

He was a soldier, only this much is known
Sitting gloomy in the rough terrain, he looked at his phone
Pressing it in his hands, he cursed its battery
"Had it worked for two minutes, i would have called my family"

The bugle of the war rang, it was the time to fight
Two nations locked their horns, to show their might
This soldier too, marched into the battlefield
with the heart of a lion and guts of steel
Victory was near only one post remained
But a bullet pierced his heart, he met his end.

Hot as a furnace, a place so grum
"Open your eyes" spoke a giant figure called Yam
"Your time is over, wecome to my kingdom"

The soldier's soul regained its calm.
"Sir please grant me two minutes to spare
I want to call my family,living out there."

"First of all, i will ring my wife
And say to her that she had been a love of my life.
Never, ever, to mourn my demise
Because i am a soldier, a martyr never dies.

I will be there for you, even the heaven agrees
Not in flesh and bones but in your pleasant memories
I will tell my son to study very hard
And become as brave as his dad once was.

I will tell my mom to be proud of me
Because death is every soldier's destiny
Not to drop a tear for me
And show the world, from where i inherited bravery."

Yam touched by his words
Said "yes i allow.
Your two minutes starts from now"

With a jerk, he woke from his sleep
He remembered the oath he has pledged to keep.
He was breathing again and this was the fact
His phone was in his hands, with its battery intact.

The very next second, he threw his phone away
He picked up his weapons and joined the fray.
Invincible he looked, blazing was his gun
The post was captured, the battle was won.

Blood rush stopped, his heart ceased to beat
His time was up, was time to retreat.
His body dropped dead, this was a curious case
He died once again,but with a smile on his face.

"Oh you fool" thundered Yam
This is a case of treachery
I gave you two minutes.
And you choose to deceive me?"

"Sorry my lord, but as you can see,
My country was in the desperate need of me.
I have lived long, long enough for my family
I became a soldier to die for my country."


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