The Story of June

A milestone so significant
At the halfway stage
Of a beautiful beginning
And an eventual end

A notch ahead of
Memories of March
A tad behind
Occurrences of October

Somewhat like
The mid-day Sun
Burning with desire
But living by fire

Those who live
Are mostly burnt
Only a few survive to tell
The Story of June.

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On Behalf of Love

Even if it gets a little tough,

Let love breathe.

May be you cannot keep calm,

But, don’t let anger seethe.

Love loved you like no one else,

So, don’t walk away in dismay.

When you can’t decide yourself,

Let love have a little say.

Mostly you don’t get it right,

And blame love for going wrong.

Don’t blame the music,

If you don’t really know the song.

Post a million miles and thousand smiles,

All you remember is that little shove

I am not a lawyer by profession,

But I would plead On Behalf of Love.

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Rolling Stone (End of October)

When it's neither warm nor so cold,

And there is a little nip and zing in the air.

You badly wanted the month to arrive,

But you never really got its share.

It turned all bleak way too soon,

There was hardly any good to remember.

As fears crept in and joys walloped out,

You knew it was the start of November.

October dreams never saw daylight,

And August wishes died too soon.

The sun hasn't really shone since then,

And there're tears in eyes of the moon.

Soon, the leaves went dry

And the feet followed suit

The color of the sky had a new tone.

As the days got colder and the nights more dark,

I realized I was nothing but a Rolling Stone.

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Taking Care (Silence)

All kinds of sound,

A child wailing, a train running

Sound that resides in a guitar

Noise that comes from within and far.

Rain lashing a tin rooftop

A bird's lazy morning chirp

Crickets playing a night-long match

To each soul, a voice you can attach.

The sound and its healing verb

It would all be futile

Without a lasting doze of silence

Peace suffices after gunshots and violence

Silence of the rain, the guitar, the people

Silence of a bird, a friend, a mountain

They may look a little out of place

But if sound is a shoe, silence is the lace.

So sit back, cut off, let go

Everything can wait, or else fall silent

Don't always seek, just be there

Life has a million ways of Taking Care.

An Apple Love Story

We didn't fall in love

Love fell on us

Like how the apple did

On that scientist so famous

We did make faces

But also seemed to like it

Like how you feel

For a deal when you strike it

We didn't realize

How it hurts and gets no better

After the dust settles

On the cherished love letter

We warned, they said

Scoffing at us in disdain

And we thought they were happy

People we cared for in vain

With time we learned

A lesson so true and deep

It's your apple, your love

For you to eat, juice or keep.

If You Think Of Me

If you think of me

As the sunshine

When it rains

And there are dark clouds.

If you think of me

As the rainbow

When the color fades

and there are self-doubts.

If you think of me

As your shadow

When the need comes

And there are no crowds.

If you think of me

In these moments

And not really all the time

We can bond every now & then
Like how sugar mixes with lime.

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The Stupid Naught

She stood there
Pushing her point like ever before
I looked at her, eyes wide open
She looked at the ceiling and the door

We had been together all along
Like a road is with its traveler
But a road has a few roadblocks
Oh yes, love is a great leveler

Today as the guns blazed
I noticed a bit of a difference
A piece of gem shone in front
Filling me with joy and reverence

I think she smiled from her heart
And it truly reflected on her face
It wasn't the first, but first of its kind
The kind that holds a special place

Don't know if she knows it
But every time we have loved or fought
It's her smile that has made the difference
She goes one up, and I'm stuck at the stupid naught.

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ग़म, सुकून, फ़िक्र और तस्सल्ली

ग़म 

ग़म में डूबे कई मर्तबा हमने सोचा

दिल-ए-दरिया में उफान है या हमें तैरना नहीं आता

उम्दा ये जवाब मिला, "ठहरे हुए पानी में बहा करते हैं,

तैराकी की बारीकियां अक्सर उफान ही सिखाता है"

सुकून

निज़ात पाना अगर सुकून होता

तो हर शाम लोग दीये जलाया करते

कोई वजह होगी जो हर रोज़ जंग जीतने वाले भी

दिवाली की  राह देखते हैं। 

फ़िक्र 

थाम कर मेरा हाथ वो मुस्कुराई और बोली 

हमारे प्यार की उम्र बहुत लम्बी है 

हमने कहा ये हुई दिन, साल,  महीनों की बात

अब हाथ के हाथ हमें फिक्र की फ़ेहरिस्त भी बता दीजिए

तस्सल्ली

जान लेकर भी उन्हें नहीं मिलती 

और हम जान देकर भी देख चुके 

ताज़्ज़ुब इस बात  पर है 

आज भी एक नज़र काफी है तस्सली के लिए। 

साभार - Google

Bioscope

I can see a bit of future

And sip a cup of tea

Low waves and high tides

In that deep blue sea

Glimpses of the world above

And abundance of the earth

They look so perfect and plenty

There is no denial no dearth

I can see myself in mirror

For as long as I want

Shy away in admiration

Or impenitently flaunt

At times I lose my way

Sans all the verve and zeal

Decrepit but turns null and void

Cometh the touch of heal

Like a striking maiden

With a mask on her face

Like moon in a rainy night

And the clouds as its lace

They are epitome of life

Full of splendor and grace

For I can kill and get killed

If that may be the case

My heart resides within

Those starry streaks of hope

Call me a sinner or little insane

But your eyes are my Bioscope

A Doorstep Away

By Soumya Thakur

Since childhood, I have believed in the city of my dreams. My dreamland gave me an inconsiderable amount of joy, pleasure and self-satisfaction. To my surprise, these dreams have been extremely motivational, inspiring and encouraging factors that made me face the challenges of what they call it with straight spine, heavy voice and big eyes-‘Real World’.

I clearly remember my first ever dream was to become a teacher because Mrs. Das was just a perfect and loving lady for me. My fantasies took versatile turns like singing, dancing, fashion designing, astronomy, psychology, interior designing, journalism, event management, law, IAS and advertising & marketing. Amidst all these phenomenal delusions, one dream not only remained constant but also grew stronger in my blood, this was ‘To Be a Bride (of honour, as I would like to say it)’. This might sound weird as we trust in a world of competence, career, money and status. (By no means am I offending the great minds who find pride in this category). I still feel little embarrassed to admit that I actually belong to the land of fairy tales. My imaginary ‘True Love’, ‘Prince Charming’, ‘Beautiful Kids’ & ‘Happy Family’ have been living with me since I got my first Barbie. These never-been-to places, some known & unknown characters, self-created situations and reactions pulled me up when I was down in dumps. I never knew who these characters were till I met my boyfriend. With him came all the faces and filled blanks that were empty.

After being in a committed relationship of over 4 years, I realized that I have built several other unfilled blocks. This excited me as I got to think of even more spell bounding dreams yet felt unhappy because he was not 'settled'. A few days back on 7th March, I received a message “Its a jackpot!! :D :D :D” and I knew I had taken a huge leap towards my dream, escaping and avoiding those puddles and thorns. I stood up in excitement and sheer joy. I didn’t know anything else but to call mom and ask for ‘him’. Later, during our ‘pre-sleep talk’, I was going red and smiling ear to ear. We talked about confusions he had over money vs. passion, worry about his parents and how close we are to ‘Our Marriage’. It was all so fine until I kept the phone. First time ever in my life, I felt somebody has just sucked life out of me and what I had till now is a mere misapprehension and I don’t want to get married to ‘him’ at all.

This very thought made me sleepless, low and aggressive at the same time. What we have is something I cherish and feel genuinely happy about. Post marriage everyday life, taking even more care about certain things & issues and him, fights & big misunderstandings, insecurities about getting old and everything freaked me out. I thought it is better not to get married to the person you love so much, but to someone you do not know at all so that your bond remains intact & special. Next morning, I was so restless that I called him up to talk about the same even after knowing he is busy with his college. My world went back to the square one, the original dreamy self, as I heard his loving and concerned voice. Probably, that was all I needed and I realized it was just a nervous and rush hour state of my mind as I couldn’t handle the very thought that my one & only, the most precious and special dream is just a doorstep away.

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About the writer- Soumya Thakur is a student of Advertising and Marketing at St. Xavier's Institute of Communications, Mumbai. She is an avid dreamer and an occasional writer. To connect with her on Facebook, click here.