Friends are different from me

People are always real , whether you can see or not.Friends are those strangers who have knocked at your heart. You opened with a smile and they lived within you deep…even in your sleep..they come to relax and repeat πŸ˜‰
Friends are always special..I love my friends too πŸ™‚
You can be different from everyone and me , but we can be friends see πŸ˜‰


I was with him
he never felt
my urge to laugh
my need to hug
He never indulged
so was hard to stay
with him as mine
words never rhymed

The pimp

The Trauma… The much debated and excited topic is marriage. Arranged marriages are very lucrative business. The groom gets a wife and dowry too. That is exactly what happened, to my neighbor. Our distant relative visited us for getting their son married, looked at me and decided nope..then noticed my neighbor..she was fair and simple, not the rebellion like me. So, the wedding took place with much pomp and show. However, the husband didn’t make love to her although one week had passed, he said it was better to build a relationship before having sex. making love was the idea.Strange..but okay. I smiled and waved, as they left for another city.
That night, my friend was told to dress up real nice and her husband got a very revealing dress. He took her to a hotel and told her to wait. he never returned , he had sold her to another man. He was all over her and finally raped her. She was drugged later and taken to another place. For a full week she was repeatedly raped by this man, and she was always kept blind folded and her hands were kept tied. When he would leave the room, a woman would open her hands and leave. It was a regular torture, she was mostly kept naked and tied to the bed legs were tied and hands too, the man devoured on her, and slowly she didn’t resist. After, a week she was again drugged and left in the same hotel. After she regained her conscious, she was rescued and now she is totally lost it.
I am willing to apologize for introducing her to the man, but it wouldn’t help . The police is searching for him..but no trace yet.

Time will tell

I got a body
also a soul
got a mind
really bold
age will tell
when I get old
how is my body
where is my soul ?
my heart will die
soul will fly
body shall perish
no one will cry

Thinking leads to creativity

Creativity is all about life and nature. Ideas, compositions whether it is about baking, painting,designing anything that has innovation ..has appeals to human senses..we see beyond the obvious and listen more than what we hear..the aroma ..flavors it all is useful and inspiring..I admire all creative people ..and their work. I admire creativity for its beauty and truth.

Who is it?

Who came knocking at my door?

I rushed so much , fell on floor

the door got banged

got enstranged

felt absurd

broke theΒ  bowl filled with curd

who is it now?

I called aloud

no one he said

and rushed away

next time I knock come slow to door

am mad now…for sure