Heavenly Muse

He always asks that what change comes in my life because of his arival.He thinks that as I have not changed my routine,my dressing,my working hours and social relations so it shows that his existance does not make any difference. He saya that I express my love but do not give any tangible proof for being in love with him.He says that though I say that I cant live without him but still keep on breathing even in his absence.He complains that the way I dress up does not show that I have any concern with his liking or disliking. His arguments seems correct as apparently I don’t have any mundane testimony to proof my feelings or may be such proofs do not really matter as per my belief. But still I want to tell him that his existance really counts for me.His arival really made a difference. But how I would be able to explain that my eyes shines while they catch a single glimpse of him.my blood flow in more efficenit way when he holds my hand and transform his warmth to it.my heart ...

I am naive! Responsibility, tensions, worries, and problems, this all stuff meant to handled by one solo hand; my lonely self. We come to this world as innocent soul having such a delicate weak structure. Someone teaches us to walk. Then someone teaches us to speak and so on .we are taught to live in this realm of challenges .And when it is felt that now we are trained (I wanted to use the word tame but it doesn’t suit human beings’ greatness);the helping hands just draw themselves away and leave us alone. Here come the tides of responsibilities that transformed themselves in daily worries and gradually become constant tensions. And then problems start surrounding a just trained player of life and entangled him/her within complexities of the world around. In this situation, a brave heart keeps on facing the difficulties of life. But a coward like me hides the face behind her hands and declares, ‘’ I am still naïve’’

Last night while I was reading short story written by Virginia woolf,a sentence caught my attention :Oh Oliver !when will you have sense, my son?. The sentence sounded so familiar as if I had listened it many times. I just gave up reading and started following the flashes of emerging memories on surface of mind. I see my mother seating beside me and pull aside the tuft of curly hairs from my forehead and saying ‘’Oh! Arooj, you again hurt yourself during your non-sensible play. When will you have sense, my dear? In the very next moment I heard my mother shouting behind me, while I am sitting in the wall trying to reach the upper branch of the tree standing my neighborhood,’’Oh! Arooj, you are gain going to get severe injury, come down my child. And then I feel myself in the arms of my mother, lying besides her, ready to sleep when she is saying ‘’Oh! Arooj, how much you mischievous you are promise me you won’t do the same things by tomorrow. The last thing that I could recall was...

Where we love is home, Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. (Oliver Wendell Holmes)

My often depressed looking cousin was looking more depressed last week. He was wondering around without any purpose. Then open his cupboard, and started searching for something. After a while he was sitting in front of me looking inside in his wallet and counting money inside. I asked why he is so depressed and looking at his wallet in this way. He said that few weeks back his girl friend’s friend got a latest mobile. I asked that what it has to do with him. He said that after having a look of that mobile, his girl friend is demanding for the same model as a gift on her upcoming birthday. The cell did cost pocket money of my cousin of five months (as he is a mere student so far). I just tapped on his shoulders (as a person with light pocket is not supposed to more than that) and came out of his room. So this is the mode of action of our relationships. There was a time when for a beloved a single rose presented with love and sincerity was more than everything. A lover spen...

An Englishman celebrating his twenty-fifth wedding anniversary gave a big part for all his friends. But the host was nowhere to be seen. Finally a friend found him in the library, drinking a brandy and staring on the fire. ‘’peter’’ the friend said, ‘you should be celebrating with your guests. Why are you so sad?’’ ‘’Charles’’, the husband explained, ‘when I had been married for five years I decided to kill my wife. I went to my lawyer and told him what I was going to do. He said that if I did it I would get twenty years to do in prison. ‘’just think, Charles, tonight I would have been a free man.’’

Sorry I can’t carry on. No! Don’t you listen what I just said: NOOoooo! In daily life affairs, our dealings, meetings and conversation suddenly change their direction and adopt a new path just because of this ‘’No’’.Sometimes we don’t find any way to deal with certain matters and we have to say No. But, sometimes, our lazy nature compels us to escape out and we by the way say ‘’No’’. This single word not only shows simply denial but also shows that we are just refusing to help someone out; we are refusing to create some new relations; we are refusing to enter some new dynamic phase of life. This Single No keeps us away from starting a hell of new enterprises. We think that this No can save us from any sort of tough time. We don’t have to proof anything after saying No. We don’t have to opt any job .we feel that to say NO is very easy .we can use this ‘No ’as a token of excuse. This is not the matter that yes can solve every kind of problem. But if we become accustome...