A Trail of Thoughts

Her heart rhythming to the mixed feelings of, Nervousness and pride, Holding her breath and the red dress, Walks the beautiful bride... She looks up with her mesmerizing eyes, To see her family and in-laws, Some admire her for her perfections, Some criticize her for her flaws... She wears an elegant smile for all, And lets the anxiety hide, Holding her breath and the red dress, Walks the beautiful bride... The beautiful girl is called as GEETI BHATT Amidst the decorations and sparkling lights, Her eyes look for her groom, The one who makes her stars shine, The one who makes her bloom... What to say and when to say, She lets her groom decide, Holding her breath and the red dress, Walks the beautiful bride... As she steps into a new world, A million thoughts cross her mind, Starting with a new journey of life, She leaves a journey behind, She sheds and shares those precious tears, Before changing her side, Overcoming the grief of separation, Walks the beautiful b...

On dark night when the son is asleep his father enters his room stealthily and speaks to him. Let's lend our ears to what he speaks.... Listen son, I am saying this as you lie asleep, on little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library , a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guilty I came your beside. There was things I was thinking,son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor. At breakfast I found fault, too. You spoiled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbow on the table . You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called....

You are the sound I always loved,   The tune I wanted To play, You the poem I wanted to write,   The word I didn't dare to say. You are the sunshine in my Sky,   The ozone layer that protects me, You are the moon in my night,   The cool wind that sets me free. You are the blanket when I'm cold,   The cozy bed when I'm feeling low, You are my white linen sheet,   The cool side of my pillow. You are the infinite ocean,   The while lashing waves' You are the deep blue sea,   The underwater hidden caves. You are the Christmas tree in my garden,   The unseen valentines day card, You're the colorful sky on new year,   The party in my backyard. You are the music I haven't heard,   The song I never played, You are the lyrics I want to write,   The melody that makes my day. You are the kiss I never felt,   The hug I never got, You are the hand I never held,   The gaze I always sought. You ar...

In this beautiful world of mine      In lengthless blue sky.!! Many bird dwells       Sing dance and fly.!!   In this beautiful world of lush green undulating land        There are mountains low and high.!! In this beautiful world of clear blue deaths of water,         Many mysteries services with            amazing treasure.!!  This Might Be The Beauty of Nature  The gentle touch of the nature is felt when the sweet flower is smelt.!! When fresh gust ruses ,blooming under     the bushes.!! Not the glad sun , beloved , bright through its beem not the green earth , beloved , silver with the stream                                                                   ...

Life is not bed of roses It is filled with Gains and losses. !! It is all about the will to Live What you can share and what you can give. !! Life is a blessing by the Almighty Feeling dishearten causes anxiety. !! It's like a crooked game of tussle Where some people are far , some lost in the puzzle. !! Death is the ultimate reality of life Whether we shout or bare a knife.!! We have to accept the brutal fact Either by smiling or settling a pact.!! We all wish to live hundred years Without any pain or shedding any tears.!! But life can be bad at times And hence we end up with whines.!! Friends.! rejuvenate all your youth to strive So as to understand the true meaning of                 " The Word LIfe "  

  An annual event that take place in the pink city which is the famous platform that  brings together some of the greatest thinkers and writers across the world specially from South Asia.  Jaipur Literature Fest  commonly knowns as  Jlf   seems to be a productive place as one can  attend  various sessions and interact with some of the greatest literary minds in the world.  JLF,widely popular across the world has celebrated its 10th year in 2016 (past year)  . The fest was commenced on small ground in 2006 with only 18 writers including William Dalrymple , Namita Gokhale, Shobhaa De and 15 other authors. the fest was so small that it was attended by only 100 attendees. But with every passing year the footfall increased with  subsequent   increase in the literary and other relevant famous dignitaries  .  The fest is annually celebrated in Diggi Palace which is a Royal Palace cum Heritage hotel ...

Taking a break from a normal routine life and spending time with family is something which I and infact most of us really cherish. This time even my mumma took off and we both were away for a week which made it more amazing as she hardly take any off from her hectic and super occupied schedule. In this week we met many of our relatives, friends and spend quality time with the loved ones so it was full of beautiful, unforgettable vivid and most of all the heartwarming memories. Pune , Poo-neh or Poona has always been special place for me, the only reason was - my brother choosed the city to reside so out of curiosity to know what made him choose it made the place quite special to me. This trip was a lot different from what I thought it would be. This trip got me thinking about Pune a lot more than ever before. As it is always precious to catch up with your sibling. I believe he is the Greatest Grace of God thus far, sharing the same last name with someone like him is heaven. Suc...