Walking away…


She has accompanied me for so many journeys
And I was lucky!
That I observed
The glittering smile on her face as she kisses the mug of coffee
Her eyes deep as an ocean…
that traveled for refinement
Her expressions like a comet…
finding its own way while she reads her favourite novel 🙂

I was lucky!
That I was a part of
Her vintage collections
Her awkward mentions
Her old love letters
Her heart sections…

Time teleports when I am with her.
It splits like a tiny drop of water
that scatters on a hot pan in summers!

I was lucky!
I was around her
When she rediscovered smiles in people that passed away ages ago…
When she touched the nose of the slum child with tenderness
And they both seemed to laugh infinities!
in front of all gigantic queries of life…

But sometimes she has to desert
She needs time and is unfamiliar to the fact that
It is the only thing that destiny devoid me of…
The only thing that starts to engulf me with madness till my very end
that one day we are going to be Apart…

I was lucky!
that I met a miracle like you,
Who taught me that magic invents its existence in simplicity… 🙂

But at some turns…
I am meshed with unfortunate coils of fate!

When our ways are to go their own way…
I miss you
Like the shore waiting for the waves to come back
Like the rain craving for the rainbow
Like the stars ‘ shine call ‘ their moon to come back!!

Its heartbreaking!
how these words might remained unsaid
And you continue to

Walking away…



Meeting a slum! – The day of inspiration.


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… 🙂