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You and me
We are like opposite poles.
Poles apart.

I don’t know how we managed this.
1 week without a fight.
In 21 weeks.

You think that this world
maintains harmony
with the give and take principle.

But sometimes I sneak in
from the lockset of the door

I see how you pretend
that these walls
are nothing but an asset of yours.

These boundaries are nothing
but your coping skills
to induce happiness in a soar sunken world.

I see how feeble your ‘give and take’ is
When you maffle blanket on a liquid nitrogen cold body
of a drunk man slept by the roadside.

I see how brittle your ‘business world’ is
when you wipe the tears off the face of an orphan
who doesn’t know what to call his ‘home’
without courage of his dad and smile of her mom anymore.

I observe that your human comes out like a
superhero who does not want credit for
making the world a better place.

More than your eyes, or face or the dress you wear
what appeals me is your ambition and the dream
to show this world that love is the only weapon in defence and attack
that will just save the hurt one day.

You know I day dream like a madman!
How beautiful a wife and a mom you would be
And I will rise and work hard everyday to invest in your smile
to deserve that place beside you…

So I love you.
I love you even more every passing second
and my affection grows faster than a greased lighting.

And baby,
Don’t you ever think that you are running out of time…
I am always here. Waiting for your realization.

And I well understand that
one massive difference between love and time is
That love waits even when time can not…

So you don’t have
a day
a month
or an year
or a decade

Baby, to be by my side…

You have a lifetime…

 

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Meeting a slum! – The day of inspiration.

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Its not a matter of decade! years… months… or a day.
It just take minutes for once, a light twist of life, a point mutation in you! and bamn!
Change of a lifetime!! 

It has always been a habit of mine, to interview people. I talk to people, I am sad in their sorrows, I smile in their happiness. And all that i gather doing this thing part time job, I write to the love of my pen… the paper 🙂

I would love to give this story some words. Today I am going to tell you a story, which will remain in me till I live. This is inspiration friends! When an ant want to climb the wall again after trying and falling, when a tree is adamant to live against the storms…

Let’s get started!

I love to play Almost all the sports. But if you ask me in particular, I would say – Lawn tennis and cricket!
So, some days ago, i reached to a stadium to play. While I bowled my over, I saw a spectacular fielder… who didn’t let the ball go. I mean, his hands were web!

Then, the slum, bowled a great over. Watching his ability to terrify batsman with bouncers and unexpected pace variation, I soon went to some players I knew, and i asked, fingering to that person…”who is he”

The players told that he is Mangal, a slum who lives nearby. I went to him to pass him heaps of compliment, to bestow us a win that was once hopeless!

  1. Physically, (even in the match I noticed, and now)
    He didn’t seem to be even someone you would qualify into middle class people by economy. He was wearing shorts, that had the threads lingering out and a shirt that was torn.
  2. When i talked to him, I came to know that his father is jobless! and all he did was drinking… from the money, his mother earns. She was a servant. All in all, The home was not in a homeostasis… 
  3. He was quite emotional! While he told his life story, I was also submerged. He had a bottle in his hand, and as he came on the topic – how his mother cries while cooking food… A water drop fell on the bottle. I pulled my head up and saw him in tears. I gripped his shoulder and told him not to cry.
  4. But soon I saw, that he just wanted to get this pain out. He wiped his tears, And he came to his plans.
    He told that he want to become a bank manager. He said that he will never drink or smoke like his fellow friends do. He simply said that he want to see his mother happy. I smiled and tapped his shoulder, and i said with proud in mouth twisting my tongue ” May you”.
  5. He was a friend! As the sun came down, he stopped and as I was just about to leave. He asked for my name, I smiled again, and said “Sankalp”. I again got back and hugged him. We became friends that single day.

I think we have every comfort, to live, to write, to enjoy and have a life! And there! I see a slum who don’t have wings but he want to fly! 
He wants to fight, like that tree against the wall…He wants to climb again to the wall like that ant!
I saw his pain, his life, and he want his status to rise. Such richness at hear! He wants to see his mother happy. These people are hard to find. I am hungry! for such experiences… We all want to be struck hard to get back on path! And all that, I found in the eyes of a slum!
This is inspiration, He spoke what I was craving for. He made me learn, that We don’t have to die poor even if we are born!

May he achieve whatever he wants in life. He was a man of values… A man who deserve to be honored… 🙂