The Grey Hair Granny
A Short Story Book: Bahar Launch: 6th September 2022.
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lehrata Tiranga
I see the Tiranga waving to wind Wet in the rain. I see the colors of the Tiranga Uniting the nation. Today I get to see the Stories like the Red Fort Hoisting Tiranga with pride. It’s a feast for the eyes An infinite ensigns heying each other The magic of three colors Is disseminating a potion of harmony In the air, It’s the Tiranga you fly high Holding the owes you took Heying the life you dreamt off Welcoming the exclusive opportunities You failed with, the no barriers of bias You are moving towards, The Tiranga in everywhere you see, May the Tiranga keep waving in the air And disseminate the strengths of democracy To this world. Jai Hind!
The little squirrel
Finally! I get to spend some time with my little friend on this rainy day. A little thing ran to and fro on my front asking to pay some attention. I kept talking to my neighbors, peeping on my phone, And this little thing sat on a left top of a pole and kept watching me. I took a few snaps of him. Oh yeah! That's a boy. Lol! I came to know its gender today. I am happy to share his clicks. Yes! we met again. He beautifully gave me some poses. He is a little wet. He is Squeaking here.
The Unsung heroes Oh! de soldiers You wore discreet badges of pride in hearts You wear no ranks of stars on your shoulders Oh! de fighters You were buried with no name for de hecatomb. Your slogans meld among thousands Oh! de fulminators Your slogans trembled the aliens Of the motherland with fear. Oh! de untold We still speak of your sacrifice On every page, we turn. Oh! the unsung We sing for you the songs of you Dodging a bullet for decades To bring us “The Freedom”.
Add Me- Says Vinoba Bhave An advocate of non-violence, the spiritual successor of Mahatma Gandhi Chosen as the first individual Satyagrahi, a cottage in Sabarmati Ashram named after him After Gandhi’s death, Bhave worked for ‘Sarvodya’ The welfare of all Under The Bhoodan Movement, he walked across India for 13 years Asking landlords to give land to the poor “I have come to loot you with love. If you have four sons consider me the fifth, and give me my share.” He is the one who translated Bhagavat Geetha to Marathi which is engraved on 18 slabs of stones. In the Gitai Mandir in Wardha, he became the person on the cover of TIME in 1953. The first person to get MAGSAYSAY AWARD for Community Leadership Bhave passed away on 15 th November 1982. After choosing ‘Samadhi Maran’ He was awarded The Bharat Ratna in 1983.
Blooming Thoughts Thoughts bloom out of ideas And ideas generate out of experiences Experiences fall out of observation And observation is made on fields Fields are found when you explore And exploration starts with a new thought to research Research is undergone with an ideology And an ideology is generated from a classroom. A classroom teaches numerous words from a textbook. A textbook presents you with a set of learning. Learning helps you to live in the world. And the world is made of thoughtful ideas To simplify our living.
Art and Artist Art is different from a hobby. An artist is a person with a commitment, Who tries to bring his art to life. Whether out of imagination or from an existing nature. Whereas a hobby is made for fun. That boosts your mood when you get bored. A hobby doesn’t give you perfection. Though the art might not be perfect! Perfect art doesn’t exist at all. Art is just a beauty. It’s just beautiful the way it is, Until it conveys a message of its creation An artist is a profession, A creator, He dedicates his career in making his art live in minds.
The Jasmine Plant Love is a universal phenomenon. Love is made for every living being on this earth. Love mumbles over the nest. Love sprouts out of the land. Love nurtures the lives of two human beings. Love builds the bonds of unity. I have a little story that drizzled on my balcony. That was a cloudy rainy day. The day, it rained heavily, made a clean and shiny environment. I peeped through the window seeing that it rains no more. I entered the balcony with a cup of tea in my hand. A little squirreling started to squeak standing on the wirings. It played running to and fro on my front, escaping my touch. Half the cup of my tea went cold and I was occupied with the cold tea and other sides of the balcony. The little squirrel was a bit upset with my distraction. When I turned around it, it ran towards the other wall, and I left the place. On a shiny sunny day, I was resting on my cushion reading a bo
TIME AND TIDE WAIT FOR NONE. The most famous proverb we heard for decades. “Time and tide wait for none.” How can the same clock turn its hand within its circumference? And make a man run throughout his life! Time is irresistible, you are the urge to go with it. It can make you a pioneer and generates wealth and prosperity. Hundreds of wastages can be an outcome before you get to see a gain. It’s not a no-sweat scene to go with the hand. It takes two to tango, a situation to win the time. It requires both support and practice to win over the hands. Time is the gameplay of this universe. With this, the planets exist! with this, people create! With this, people destroy! with this, people remain behind! With this, evolution takes place! With this, extinction exists! With this, inventions and discoveries are made! Off this, the universe is computed.
Brain- The Lord I wonder how the lord of the body Misleads a human being, that speaks Of heart, is the behavior of love. And the lord is the wiser chunk. Deliberatively blames the heart for love. A pound of flesh that pumps blood and Sets a man alive for a lifetime. The cerebrum initiates and coordinates the actions From the uppermost part of the brain. Doesn’t it get confused? How come it manages logic and emotions at the same time? And makes the heart stand for the victim of love. The point is the brain secretly gets attracted to senses And its actions dominate the logic. Where emotions win over logic. It was never the heart! Actually, it’s the brain that controls the soul, To balance logic and emotions play successfully on the mind. The soul is the spiritual part assumed to be the heart. And heart stood as a pound, the symbol that carries emotions in a human being.