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The other Side of Coin

“150 Rs for just 2.5 km. It is too high. You take 10 rs above meter” “ No, that way is too much rush. If you give 150  rs, then i will go otherwise you can take bus”, auto wala rudely told the customer. “But for 2.5 km, max amount will be 25 km.. Ok you take 50”, the man seemed to be getting late for office or wherever he was going. “ See, i have been  driving whole night.  i have to go home for urgent work. Let me know if you can give 150 rs”, saying this he started his auto and went off. I was overhearing the conversation while on my way to hospital to see my friend who was admitted there. I immediately offered him ride on my bike thinking that i am doing the right thing. These autowalas should be taught a lesson. They charge exorbitantly and do not understand the plight of common man. Anyways, His destination was on my way, so there was no issue at all. But had it been in opposite direction, then also i would have gone to drop him and show that Idiot that he cannot be ru
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So its your birthday, happy birthday.

Something went amiss in the relationship. Things were not the same they used to be 2 months before.  And yet he cannot figure out his part in all this. What could have gone wrong. Why things aren't the same as they were before, he was having this conversation for the ten thousandth number of time in his mind. Did the relationship die its natural death? Was he at fault or was she at fault. Had he behaved differently, could it be saved? He stressed his brain but no answer. Its been more than month that he has been like this. The telephone rings dispersing the silence that has engulfed his soul. He is again awarded as employee of the month for second consecutive time. But the news did not cheer him up. He just said ok and hung the phone.  Last year for three different months, he got the award and every time there was big party bash at night in his house, where his friends from office would come over and they would enjoy all night. But now the things are different. Now there are
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Who is she

Sometimes I wonder who is she . Who brought life to this withering tree. Sometimes i think i know her. Sometimes i wish i really did. There’s a story that flashes in her eyes. To see smile on her lips, i could pay any price. But she just smiles and walk away. Hold her tears and pretend to be okay. The skin is smoother than silk and heart is made of GOLD. In the depth of time lies a story never heard and never told. Her problem is she cares what others have to say Moulding herself as if she were a doll made up of clay.
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once a withering tree is now a blossoming flower :-)

Everyone was oblivious of the fact that i was kind of dead They just thought it to be another morning where i woke up from my bed, None were aware of the fact it was just a body which was lifeless As if a mannequin wrapped in a beautiful dress Even When you came it was still the same. At first i could feel some sensation, But it was proving to be just vexation Somewhere between hope and fear lied my anticipation There was tussle between the two, Whoever wins the battle will get you. In the end it was hope that stood victorious Dancing with joy was a body that once stood lifeless Once a withering tree is now a blossoming flower :-) All because of the love and care that you shower...
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The withering tree_ Tears held in poise

Two tears which sorrow long did weigh Within the scale of either eye Were held in poise Are true values of all my joys The sparkling glance that shoots desire, Drenched in these waves, shall not lose its fire The captivating laughter turned into tear But i will make all the things clear It was never your sincerity that i doubted Just a weak moment that i exploded. It was my weakness when i shouted on you It will hurt you so much, I had no clue. I know i had not been good to you in the past But I promise that rude behaviour was my last. The tree looks good when its leaves are green Not when it has lost its sheen In a very high position, i want you to be, No matter what, I will not let you become withering tree
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Is it really worth

The wheel encountered the road Thinking it will now have its own abode. Starting its journey with high hope leaving behind the scars Promising to self to be true forever and not be false The road too tried to make an adjustment And not be the cause of its loved one’s disappointment The road somewhat confused if the wheel is right to traverse the path But kept quiet to avoid people’s wrath The wheel was there happily rolling Came a hurdle and went tumbling Confused from where came the obstacle Determined no matter what the situation, it will tackle The hurdle was not natural but was road’s ploy To test whether the wheel was genuine or a coy The road made stumbling blocks to have its own test Since it wanted the traveler to be the best There is nothing wrong with the road’s thinking Told wheel to itself and continued without blinking But the road continued to test the wheel
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The Withering/Hollow Tree

The day my nightingale left me, I was left to be the withering tree. Years after, a farmer took some plight Tried to do what he felt was right Built around me a fence Watered me every day and gave me fertilizer Sadness now became a past tense I could see the future that was really brighter And I thought I now had everything. Life will come with such mighty blow I did not have inkling, I would become so hollow. I withstood lots of ups and down in my life But the termites were in rife Made me hollow from inside The only option i was left with now Was to die slowly like this or to commit suicide. Once withering tree from outside, I was now Hollow tree from inside..
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