Blooming Meadow

  The lush green meadow calls for happiness, 

    When red,pink,yellow dance with oneness.     

They sing the song of strength and might,

 Against the storm when they stand to fight.

And shine like sun in the garden of life,

 Wave with the breeze and move in time,

They are the flowers,hope in disguise,

  Sparkle the green field and carve a smile.

  -SSW

I was inspired to follow my dreams

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

"Mumma...the paneer sandwich you made was very  tasty, my friend's enjoyed it  too" jumped joyous john,and his eyes sparkled with  pride . "Thank you my son,now go to sleep"smiled Reeta.
"I am not sleepy!"I want to listen to a  story mumma..
"What story?..The king's one.?
No i have grown up,i want you to read out something from your diary".
No sweety,it's mumma's book!"
But please , ..please..it's my 14th birthday..pleaded john
"My diary"thought Reeta,it's been long time"
She again stood back and said"Beta you won't understand anything"
No Mumma ,i want to know what you write and why you keep it so secretly,pleaseee..
"Ok Just a little"
"Thank you!", john bloomed with excitement

She quickly scanned through her cupboard to fetch her diary and began to flip pages.As her fingers were moving across them,her eyes got stuck on one of the notes and she began to read it ....

15/04/98
Dear Diary,
I know it's been a week i have reverted back after that post.You must be wondering why i am always cribbing but don't worry one day i will make it big and you will be proud of me.I am such a dreamer.Anyway today was a bad day in college,its my first year, i thought life would be so much different .Yes it is but not the way i presumed it to be.Rahul and Vinisha made fun of me when i came up with the idea of NGO.Everyone joined them and laughed on saying sanyaas le le"stupid people,Was i wrong in saying we will cut  on our party and spend something for  that empty stomach.Anyways i should stop expecting people to think like me.I should grow up.I just have a dream,may be not a big house and all luxury but be of help.My friend's don't get that .I know you need to be practical and realistic but i am not telling anyone to empty their pocket.I am just asking to do a bit.

As she continued to read ,Little John was fast asleep,she smiled at him,rolled up the blanket after kissing his forehead.
 She eloped herself deep in the thoughts, her eyes sparkled of past and smiled innocently....
She brought her diary ,more close and kept reading to her self now..."

We are so self centered.I know i can't change everything but at least my contribution can bring some change.I wish i could do this some day.When i came up with this idea to mummy ,she laughed and said ,'beta hum apni hi madad kar lein" Papa ka loan ho jaanay do fir ye sab shauk karna" Huh! I wonder if  only money can help others.Can't you be of help with little you have.Is it that only rich people can be of help.I was very upset and so i have written a letter to daadi as well.She understands me best.I am sure she won't disappoint me.When i opened my book to read for next week exams  all i could see is that poor guy who asked me for food.I gave him biscuits and walked from college to home because mumma had given me only 10 rupees.Although its very hot and was tiring but i was happy i could do from my little.And that's what i wanted to convey to mom ,forget,i am too sleepy to write anything and irritated as well.Exams up,Mummy has so much expectations and these regular arguments with friends.But today i am promising you,this is my dream and i will follow it and you will see it real one day.
 -Reeta
*Tears rolled through her eyes,past memories began to appear and speak to her.She could sense all her fights and arguments and her determination to be different.*
 She flipped through the diary and wrote:
13/09/15.
Today I am  a software developer by profession and a responsible mother.I have lived through the hardest time and today i am the founder member of 3 NGO's.I rejected the offer of being an analyst of a renowned MNC in states, just to personally continue with my NGO Feed All, Adarsh and Aasra.
All i can say is,thank you for always listening to me and being there.I owe you my past and future.
You gave me the direction to live it and so I was Inspired to follow my dreams.(she penned it down) and smiled to herself.

To all the poets..

                             

Time for a poetry on love and hate as in contrasting/opposite things like black and white, fat and thin and so on. So, how creative can you get? #Poetryonopposites

This post is written for Indispire  79th Edition

                                            To all the poets resting there,
                                         Topic of the week brings in flair!
                                        Call the opposites and we are there,
                                         To run our mind and move on rear.
                                        Our world of poems is so beautiful,
                                             Even ugly myth turns dutiful.
                                  Here, Antonyms and rhymes walk in hand,
                                         With Synonyms joining in to blend.
                                           We carve the coarse words so fine,
                                            And paint the black canvas white.
                                           We light the dark chamber bright,
                                               And let the low fly up high.
                                         We accept the inaccuracy to ignite,
                                        An accuracy that none shall decline.
                                        And so our strength is our weakness,
                                     Because we draw sweet from bitterness! 
                                         We ascend to top from the bottom,
                                   And descend from the worst to best front!   

                                          We float on the waves of mystery,
                                         And sink in the thoughts of history.
                                          We open the closed door of knots,
                                         And collect the scattered thoughts!
                                           We answer the questions of love,
                                               Bringing out the hate above.
                                        We reap the justice from the unjust,
                                                And sow the seeds of trust!
                                            We start from the end of tusk,
                                         And carve the dawn from the dusk.
                                    We give the shallow words,a meaning deep, 
                                  And string them together on a separate tweak!
                                             We are the poets,the blessed one's,
                                        Student of thoughts and master of words.
                                             We know irony,sarcasm and pun        
                                            For us prose and poem is all one!
                                       We can form a sentence out of a rhyme 
                                           And carve the rhyme of it to shine,
                                                Like a diamond in a mine !

-SSW
                                    

Just Kidding..

" Just kidding " seems to be the first word learnt by the so called warriors of humor who stand there with this shield when an arrow of failed sarcasm drops down  instead of hitting the target.
                                        oh! Is it ..?was "Jus Kiddingg , u see..!

But the irony is that i have never read any satire stating "oh peeps that was just a joke",never mind i am far away from sarcasm so i am taking tuition's from "JK" Gang and yes i have learnt a lot about various defenses . :P
 Back to article, if i leave my thoughts they will keep running tangential and its hard to pull them back just like its hard to not joke ! :D

Anyway ,So the question that goes out to all is 'Whether the use of our favorite word 'Just kidding' makes one master of sarcasm'?
Before i move in further, let me highlight the definition of sarcasm  because most of our self proclaimed champs of humor  are so busy in scanning through all the publications  on it that the few words provided by oxford to glorify it goes unnoticed Ah,ofcourse who reads such petite piece of work?  *Brows up*Lol..Just Kidding,u see? the saviour in an invited trouble ? :P

Ok, So Sarcasm as defined :

Irony employed in the service of mocking or attacking someone is sarcasm..

Sarcasm is sometimes used as merely a synonym of irony, but the word has a more specific sense: irony that's meant to mock or convey contempt. This meaning is found in its etymology. In Greek, sarkazein meant "to tear flesh; to wound." When you use sarcasm, you really tear into them. A clever person coined the variant spelling sarchasm (a blend of sarcasm and chasm) and defined it as "the gap between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it."

So no where i read just kidding as the synonym for sarcasm,so why is this trend so popular and promoted to define the wittiest humor.

Or Is it that our champs are too brave to take in the adventure of their wittiness that their sense of satire reverts back to being a kid when an alarm of danger is raised.Did you get that ?No, i will make it simple.

Sarcasm is a language of wittiness possessed by those who can sharply convey their words in humour without a threat of being questioned.So if you can wisely use it, you know you are out of danger and if you fail to place it neatly be ready to clean the mess by mopping with 'Just kidding'.

P.S:When the canthus of eyes narrows down and an arc of smile sprouts, its when sarcasm has walked out from me in to you and to the next door. I don't need to drag this article more because i can see you smiling there. (yeah you got it) and my 'JK' gang who is still providing me with tuition's i have return gift for you,keep waiting for my second article on satire which is coming soon exclusively for you till then keep kidding and spread the laughter. :P

-SSW

Softest Stone

                                               The Emperor of Life,The Ruler of Lives,

                        

                                                The Stubborn Queer,The Gentle Spear,

                                                 The bullet rider,The fire extinguisher,

                                                  The Wisest Dealer ,The Silent killer,

                                                

                                                The Sweet Venom , The bitter Sarcasm,

                                             

                                               The sharpest shrill, The Happy Good-will

                                                 The Loneliest organ, The toughest one!

                                                 It can Heal a Soul, It can wound a whole.

                                           

                                                  It can give u a Smile,or, take in a while.

                                           

                                                     It's the softest stone, That you own..

                                                     So Handle with care, and  be aware

                                               It can make "a" Life, or break "many" lives,

-SSW

At Times,

At Times,
When Life changes its course,
And Shatters the hope to discourse!

When all you have is not  yours,
And all  you are left with, is a loss!

When Time glides the ailing ache,
And Pain pricks through the flake!

When Dreams speak of the unseen,
And  Eyes see them and scream!

When Mind listens to heart no more,
And heart Speaks of being unsure!

When the Path guides you to no way,
And you trot through the midway!

At,that time,
When YOU  Halt in the Moving Pace,
And Thoughts Freeze in the Space,

Then
Close your Eyes and Follow that beam,
Moving through and froth ,in you Within,
Speak to it,for it will listen,
Because,Its you that will be in!

-SSW

Through the clouds:Story of Dream

                               

                           
                                         My Restless Eyes moves with the Haughty Clouds,

                                           And Chases the Sun through the Rays Enshroud.

                                             The Morning Dew on the Lush Green Shrub,

                                             Spreads the Aroma of Hope around my Hub.   

                                

                                         The Fresh Green Canvas of Dawn pulls me Close,

                                         Says;"After dusk ,dawn breathes a "Dew of Hope"

                                               My Vintage Past when carves the Present,

                                      My Present welcomes the forthcoming in quiescence. 

                                             When a tiny stone  tethers the mirror of hope,

                                                  My Lucid dreams fall apart on floor!

                                        The canthus of my eyes then narrow down to close,

                                             To let once lived dreams, drown and depose .

                                  

                                             But, The Rising Bird and the Mountain Peak,

                                            Gathers my shattered hope back in Mystique.

                                               Then echoes the valley of love in shriek ,

                                              Broken dreams gives way to New dreams.

                                       Like the Soothing breeze and the gurgling waves,
                                            When hits on the Rock and finds her way,
                                           My tattered dreams calls me all over again,
                                              To stand on my feet and find my way!
                                     
                                        The Rising dawn shines a new hope to live,
                                         Sparkling through  the eyes to live it with.
                                      I chase my dreams through the clouds to reach,
                                          "Through the Rays to the Sun" I Preach!


-SSW