Thursday 13 October 2016

Tomorrow Is My Birthday

Tomorrow Is My Birthday

Tomorrow is my birthday,
And you can observe on the face
Neither I am feeling happy
Nor I am feeling sad.

Till my childhood, it was the pleasant waiting,
But in the teenage, it was the most saddening,
And the climax of every of those was,
Off course  left with ocean of tears.

But what is  now happenning
Mine mind, soul and heart isn't responding,
Neither I feel the pleasant excitement,
Nor I feel the saddening incitement.

Is maturity have started playing it's part?
Or, responsibilities have made me abstinent ! What?

Written by
Ifa Agnes

Monday 10 October 2016

I Hate Birthday And Birthday Week

I Hate Birthday And Birthday Week

I hate birthday and birthday week,
I hate cake cutting and the gift I receive,
I hate people giggling around,
I hate pretend of yours being mine sound.

I hate the birthday wishes and birthday song,
I hate mine loneliness, when I am in crowd,
I hate people showing fake happiness; wow,
I hate the fake togetherness shower, show.

I hate the whole year Silence,
And  phone continuously ringing on one day, for a morning hour,
I hate not a single caring hand always,
And lots of instant love just for one day.

I hate birthday and birthday week,
I hate cake cutting and the gift I receive,
I hate that chorus birthday song,
I hate that ersatz wish, which just last for one day long.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

Thursday 6 October 2016

My Anger

My Anger

Yes, I am angry and I have anger,
Burning inside me, like an amber,
You can also get injured by it,
So, better you stay away from me.

Neither I intended someone to suffer ,
From mine fatal disease,
Nor, I did it; Cause I had been
Storing Grudge inside me.

But people never stop Making talk;
I am a bitch, And many more.
Well, I was aware of everything,
Like what I was made and what I am being.

Nothing mattered me now more or least,
And I didn't wanna be a beast,
Everyone called, I heard silently,
Cause I am aware with my animality.

Neither I was alike it,
Nor I had had become a bit,
Situation - Suffering made me rough,
But there exists a humanity though.

I was same as a common girl,
Had a tolerating power pearl,
Abide everything like other,
But Not I had fortune further.

I had to rant and rave,
Everytime I faced a deprave,
Made of unjustice and wrong,
That only I had beard for long.

Tolerating was, I doing all times,
But with a hostility of my prime,
Make my abstinence of long,
Turn into dust, Oh! My song.

And then my emotions and me,
Aren't in control for a second, see,
I say, then, truth of my heart,
Had felt, with words that worth.

And what I spoke then,
Is not all wrong; when,
You start first; And my defence,
Becomes for everyone wrong .

Truth is truth, it will flow one day,
Let me a bad person for someday,
You will be hero, for sure then,
God knows everything; So, have some same.

My anger is wrong I know,
But what you have done till, isn't evil show?
Leave it, I don't wanna discuss more,
Stupid fiend, in disguise of friend, you are a sore.

So, Yes, I am Angry and I have Anger ,
Burning inside me, like an amber,
You can also get injured by it,
So, better you stay away from me.

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani

Tuesday 4 October 2016

The Little Customer And The Old Shopkeeper

The Little Customer And The Old Shopkeeper

     The old shopkeeper remembered with counting money by his old board specs, after the little customer had gone that he had given 300 rupees more than he should had, he started thinking he is now in loss and he won't get it back, he assumed that the child, may be enjoying with his  money
  After few minutes, the little customer returned  with a little  innocent smile and counting money with his little hands. He said with his childish stammering, " you have given  me 300 rupees more than you should,  take it back".
   The shopkeeper with the guilty of being judgemental about that child now felt sorry and take the money back and gave him a chocolate.
      The little customer with the treasure of honesty, which he himself wasn't aware of, run with his happy feet.
   "And its common, we humans are very judgemental about people, even without the knowledge of every aspect of situations, we develop numerous opinion".

Written by
Shivangi Saumya Suhani