Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Chemistry

All these days, I was like an electron , always trying to get out of the outermost orbit to find a suitable atom. ... I found a stable atom in you and I did hop to your outermost orbit ... But then like any electron, I was constantly trying to get to the very much you, the nucleus.

In those two days spent in your atomic space,  I was that electron .... I was stable with you, still unstable .... May be because you , the nucleus, highly stable, is full of protons , and the electron has to become a proton, in order to be within the nucleus . ..

But then all I want to say is that electron loves this beautiful nucleus studded in a beautiful atom .... because this electron's affinity for nucleus protons is more than its own charge .

Love you ,
Dear Proton

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An abondoned pagal electron , strucked in Badmaashi Quantum Duality

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Hold My Hand

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 57; the fifty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Madhu Vajpayee, the author of Seeking Redemption and Shades Publications, the publisher of Friendship- Bonds Beyond Time.
Why is it happening to me?
Why me?
Why are you leaving?
Why are you leaving to live ?
Why are you leaving to love?
Why are you leaving to live in love?
Are you just leaving or leaving me?

Or, Why were you made to leave me?
Why was it designed this way?
Who scripted it?
Why the inevitable separation?

Show me one man...
At least one person
in this entire existence...
Across Universes

Who loves you more than me
Who knows you more than me
Who cares you more than me
Who lives for you more than me

My life was all about you
Your unblemished smiles and happiness
Your ethereal presence and essence
Your innocuous choices and passions
I lived in your beautiful world

I am not letting you go
It is you who has the final say
I am no more me
I have always lived through you

Am boxed in your memories
Intangible and shriek
with crushing inexplicable pain
and torn worn-out neurons 

Come back ! My Dear!
Look at me
Give me a Hug
Hold my hand once
Show me the direction you always wanted us to go
Say loudly and Elatedly,"Papa, Let's Gooooooooooooooo!"
For one last time!

Come back! My Child!
For one last time!
Wipe my tears with your tiny hands
Feed me with you tender hands
Play with me like a princess!

Let me breathe in your lap
Let it be the final one
Let it be eternal
Hold it in your hand
Let it be with you
Let me be with you

Hold our memories
Hold our times
Hold our plays
Hold our mischief
Hold our love
Hold me

**From the last page(Day) of a Father's Diary(life)
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Sunday, October 11, 2015

Bow-wow - 55 Fiction

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 56; the fifty-sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write.
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Dogs are territorial, egoistic and selfish beings.
Dogs need constant praise and pamper to treat you with favours.
Dogs want you to hate people belonging to other Dogs. 
Fiction projected Dogs as supreme beings with magical powers and humans believe it.
Dogs are fake, yet sacred and its a Secret.
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Now replace Dog with God 


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PS : Dogs must be lazy !

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Thursday, September 24, 2015

BeLoved

"... An intuitive desperate cognition with all it's neural schemas and neural patterns, clubbed with unblemished perceptions, crossing pragmatic horizons, beyond elated fantasies, and planes of acute dichotomy, made it's maiden leap to unveil all the vivid stigmas, in a much eccentric helix, gliding along the swarm of unmasked feelings and riding with ecstatic emotions of exuberance, to touch and feel the rarest invisible string of an enigmatic persona, only to realize that the ergodic coordinates of time surpassed his 'let it happen' probable syndrome as the paradigm shift was perpendicular, yet parallel, to the axis of their life ...."
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It doesn't matter to her.


She had her Coffee and left, to be herself.



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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Erase a Race


They say, in India, that caste based Reservations are rampant and menacing, and hence, they want to unravel it...

But,

They never want to unravel the caste factor, which is prevalent in every mode of social life, in India, right from rampant untouchability practices, across the nation, to menacing caste based vote bank politics.

By the way, when will God unravel the rampant tradition of reserved caste based access to priesthood and stop the menacing practice of marriage within own caste.

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PS : Written for 3WWW for the hints Menacing, Rampant and Unravel