Lockdown Unlocked

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She waited for him when earthquake had occurred.

His reason was visa problem and the real reason was negligence.

She waited for him when floods had occured.

His reason was being busy and the real reason was priorities.

She waited for him when the roof was leaking.

His reason was that plumber is required to fix it and the real reason was belittling.

She waited for him when their land in the village was encroached .

His reason was that the land wasn't worth fighting and the real reason was flight expenses.

She waited for him when she fell ill due to a virus.

His reason was no flights due to lockdown and the real reason was the fear of contagious virus. 

No wonder she always loved her son. He always loved himself. 

She was home quarantined and was spending her time looking at wall photo frames  while he had changed his whatsapp DP on mother's day with beautiful quotes.

She was waiting for the unlocking of lockdown where as for him there was always a  Lockdown.

She has never stopped being a mother and he never stopped being himself .

She has won over the virus but he is yet to look beyond the self imposed Lockdown. 

She was asking for love where as he was masking realities .

What is your Lockdown?

Quotations? Or masked quotations??

Sanity or Sanitiser ??

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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

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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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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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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