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Growing with happiness

Monday, April 27, 2015

Have you ever felt lively at the sight of a beautiful laughter? A passionate hug? Care and concern? To be happy, one needs to be surrounded by happy faces all around. Happiness is when everybody at home is safe and healthy. While your friends are still by your side. It’s when you lose a match and are still glad you made it so far. Or when you celebrate the victory of your opponent. Happiness isn’t always when a girl sends you a friend request. Sometimes it’s in sending one too. Happiness is growing young at thoughts.

Every morning I wake up with making promise to myself that I would bring a smile to at least one face today. That’s my definition of real happiness. Because happiness, like infection, grows by sharing. Though this one is a good thing. So be the reason of your own happiness. Every time you feel dejected at the hands of sorrow, understand that not everyone is as blessed as you are. Isn’t that worth a lifetime of happiness? Stop expecting things from life celebrating all the blessings and let each new blessing come as a surprise to you.

I once read a book that said, “When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.”
And to me, that seemed to be so apt. A real laughter can bring back a dead to life and at the same time, it serves the proof that if there ever is a place called heaven, it is here on earth itself. Love, concern and compassion are real sources of gayness.

Sitting on a stone-made park bench with the one you have always loved but never dared to speak of your heart out is happiness. She, resting her head on your shoulder with a hope of support from your side is happiness. Trust me when I say, that’s the happiest you’ll ever be. Never let go of a chance to be happy and never let anyone be a hurdle to the path of your happiness. And if they do, they aren’t worth it.

Regrets and expectations are the only real obstacles and you are sure to reach heavens once you overcome them.

Walk hand in hand beyond the beach dun,
Dance. Dance by the light of the moon.

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Apocalypse #NaPoWriMo #Day12

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

The stipulative definition of an apocalypse may vary from person to person and from time to time. Some say it is a disaster or any cataclysmic event that causes severe destruction. While others may name it the conflict between good and evil and of the end of the world. But what I chose for this prompt is 'A cosmic cataclysm in which God destroys the ruling powers of evil' for I felt the end of evil would be quite a theme, unusual and worth a thought.

And we will be born again
And yet again we will belong to each other
Just like we always were, though without a bond
The place may be different
The faces may be odd
But gone will be the days we always fought
Virtuous than ever
And composed like the surface waters

Even the sun would be humble now
And so would be the sting rays
But as fate may have it
I would still call it
The beginning to a new end

Just like a tiny pebble is enough to disturb
The tranquillity of a pond
So will the gladsomeness do to all of us
You never can say what might happen next
Maybe the earth goes flat
And of a sudden you fall off and are sucked in
By a black hole that never existed before

But what’s even interesting is
Not what happens there, but what will happen here
In this very moment
Will the earthlings be able to survive the end
Of devilry they have been habitual to all their lives
Or will they start a new apocalypse
Half-dead bodies, getting out on roads, hunting each other
Just to compensate the evil that once existed

ASUS Zenfone 2 Review

Monday, April 13, 2015

In the generation of nouveau technology where you cannot think of a day without the aid of gadgets and gizmos, a cellphone shouldn’t just be any device that merely helps you connect through the voice calls and text messages to far off places. Rather, they can be redefined as a mobile phone that includes advanced functionality like a camera for both photography and videography, playing audios, videos and perplexed games, checking emails, surfing internet and using the navigation system. What a ‘real’ smartphone means to Gen Y is what a good coffee does to a writer. To be precise, ASUS Zenfone 2 is what I have been talking of all along.

ASUS Zenfone 2 is a revolution when it comes to telecommunication and its advancements. Being the world’s first smartphone with 4GB RAM, it is definitely the first choice of every smartphone user. Powered by 2.3 GHz, 64-bit super quad core processor, Zenfone 2 is for sure to provide a 3 times better and smoother performance and gaming being up to 7 times faster. Gamers! Here comes the hidden advantage.

In the world that survives on social media more than anything else, one needs to own a good mobile camera for better pictures to go good on Facebook, Instagram and what not. Pre developed is a 13 MP PixelMaster front camera that captures stunning, high resolution photos with absolutely zero shutter lag. Also, its LowLight mode captures up to 400% brighter photos at night or in low light scenes with the use of a flash. Not just that, it also comprises a 5 MP front camera for selfies and 3G video calls.

It has a 60ms touch responsiveness that serves better and smoother user experience.  And if you are a music lover like me, it has something for you as well. It is served with a SonicMaster audio system for crystal clear sounds. So now you can just put on your earphones and enjoy the richness of its superior sound quality.

It has a massive, 5.5 inch, Full HD IPS display with a screen to body ratio being as much as 72%. It also has an Ultra-thin (3.9 mm) edge with Intuitive controls engraved on the back. Not just that, it also has a Premium colors range that successfully suits the desires of every a person.

But guess what? It isn’t over yet as the best is yet to arrive. The major issue for every smartphone user these days is the betrayal of the battery life midway. Or, a poor battery life. But it isn’t the case with ASUS Zenfone 2.  With 18W BoostMaster adapter, the battery is juiced up to 60% in no more than a mere 39min span.

This post is written for ASUS India.

A Malicious Mischief #NaPoWriMo #Day11

I love you for not fighting with yourself
Every time someone let you down
For still being yourself
Every time someone doubted your potentialities
And for being a pivot the world balances over
You are the only place I would ever wish to be
Because that's exactly where my dreams breathe in
Dressed in the outfit of a Lorikeet
At a place where the compasses won't direct
And the maps burn away
A place where it would just be you and me
And a shikara
And probably a few golden swans
That would shine bright, but grayed by your presence
And though some day you may be invaded by someone better
In pursuit of what they call a glorious throne
I would still love you the same
Amid the embers of the shikara while it rains ashes
And I know heavens wouldn't survive either

Waterloo #NaPoWriMo #Day10

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Disasterous though it may sound
But I have made up my mind
Of waiting for an abrupt link
Unto the end of time and even beyond
Just to hold your hand
Whisper sweet nothings
To look into your eyes just to find myself
Lost amongst the constellations
Yet to be discovered
Though they would never be appraised
As much as a sight of you
Amid the millions of driblets
Suspended midair in the volley of monsoons
And maybe that's the only time
When I wouldn't want to end my life
Because I strongly believe that
It was all a pre-assessment of the unexplored
A quest for beingness risking all and everything
I could have had if it weren’t you
To be found across the river
And though I could have easily refused
To what was certainly beyond control
But guess what?
I still was sure to lose.

Flying High #NaPoWriMo #Day9

Saturday, April 11, 2015

You may be a trooper with rifle in your hands
Or maybe a lovelorn rambler
With a pen mightier than any sword ever made
What I can assure is that
You are as blessed as any fortunate person
You have ever been envious of
Just believe that
Broken hearts and shattered hopes
Don't really depict the coexistence of failure
Just like not all that looks good at face
Is good at heart; at soul
Its unto you to prioritise your whims
To stand affirm or confine yourself
To the darks of your hapless chamber
For irrespective of who you are
You are born to fly

True Love #NaPoWriMo #Day8

Friday, April 10, 2015

I wonder how it would be
to fall in love with a laugh
Rather than a human
Can a laugh betray?
Or even hurt unknowingly?
Is the bonding with another human
Really love?
Or a mere infatuation?

A laugh of sarcasm
A laugh that makes you shed tears
A laugh showing 'yes I can'
Walking against the embers
A laugh that doesnt cares about age
A laugh that looks equally peachy
On both blondes and brunettes
A laugh that adheres

A laugh depicting that 'yes, you can rely'
A laugh that makes even the oldest go young
Bringing back winds to the not-so-lively
Laugh, swift like a horse
Brave like a ship stuck in the middle of a storm
Delicious like a crunchy chocochip
Adorable like a newborn

Laugh is beautiful
Laugh is serene
Laugh is paradise
The one Gods died for
And devotees begged for
But in the end
I wonder if its really possible to fall
In love with a state of mind
That depends on another human
For its existence.

Have you ever been in love?
Or is it the infatuation you have
Been boasting over all your life?

Out of Empathy

Every time we come across a beggar on the road, especially the kid with flowing nose carrying a sack on his back, the first thought that arises in our mind is the failure of numerous policies by the government at the hands of poverty and lack of education. While some are privileged enough to get their education from top schools and colleges, there are others who are made to trade off their innocence for the sake of a one-time supper.

You may be startled to hear that around 39% of the world’s illiterate adult population (287 million) belongs to India. The stats are disgraceful. But what’s even shocking is that it sums up to 4 times the total population of France. As per the India4India survey, illiteracy is one of the biggest challenges facing our nation today. Just imagine what could have happened if the stats were not so shameful, when India already has such a huge share of renowned engineers, doctors and scientists in the best global organisations.

Here is a story from Varanasi, a well known city of Uttar Pradesh. Being one of the oldest cities of the world, Varanasi is rich in culture, tradition and history. But as they say that the lowly happenings often die a secret is all set to be true.

Act of God #NaPoWriMo #Day7

Thursday, April 9, 2015

April rains
Flicker the harvest
Doomed farmers

An American Haiku with
Syllable pattern as 3-5-3

Haiku is one of the most important form of traditional Japanese poetry. Haiku usually is a 17-syllable verse form consisting of three metrical units of 5, 7, and 5 syllables. American Haiku is a modification.

Identity Crisis #NaPoWriMo #Day6

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Dear Flamingo,

I know I have been mailing you for the past 7 years
Each year, the same day, the same reason
For the day you salvaged me from my own beliefs
And everything I’m, I owe it to you

Grossed out by the way I was looked down upon
By the ones who tallied somewhat my own reflection
And dejection made each breath go heavier than the last
When I found my similitude at the unexpected
I was ugly – they said – I was unlike them

Imagining myself as being not-so-well-favored
But still an idol to his kids who imitated their dad
And tho' it sometimes brought me happiness
At other times, it burned the insides of me
Blackening – with its heat – the sidewalls of my heart

But you – being distinct – felt more alike
Than anyone else in the entire beingness
I was short – with ugly dark feet and suntanned body
While your legs were taller than the whole of me
And you were prettily pink all over
But we looked alike – you said – and that made me gay

Such is the therapeutic power of compassion
To plant happiness even in the most sterile of lands
Without expecting the yields turn in your favor
Because over the years I have realized
That there is nothing more dreadful as the loss of identity

The ugly-footed Duck

Bundles of Joy #NaPoWriMo #Day5

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

You are the light
And you have all the rights to spread around
All around the world
Just like hope does to a
Desperate heart
Fly high
And save lives
You are the probability of a midnight dream
The masterstroke
Against the waves of remorse
The only innocence that prevails
The melody of a bawling cuckoo
The smile of the constellations
Blitheness of the winds around
The flame that burns differences
Not hearts
You are the only life being fostered
The passion’s birth
The Christ’s festivity
Be alive
Keep soaring up
Like the free grains of sand winged
A mother’s lullaby
The farthest star
The nearest molecule
The bit of love in a devil’s heart
The only ray that blooms
The smiles of millions
Being Homes.

Ramblings #NaPoWriMo #Day4

Monday, April 6, 2015

My A-poem-a-day plan was interrupted by an exam that didnt go well so Im back again to doing what I never was so-good at.
Do read this one if you preferred someone to your own felicity. If you loved someone sufficient enough to let them go with all your heart begging her to stay but your eyes were red of effeteness.

Quite often
I feel like giving my life
A yet another
That maybe
Life breathes in
More oxygen
Than the body itself
And so I need to walk around
More often
Just to stay awake
That maybe
Was the answer to
All our arguments
That could have ended at
The blink of an eye
If only
I preferred weed
Over you.

You never could be
The best thing to have ever
Happened to me
Of all these years
- Or shall I say
Notebooks -
Of all these notebooks
Mostly filled with
Lines opposing each other
Right along
The one left black
Had always been my
Favorite pet
For it arose within me
A hope
A promise comprising you
And me
And still addictive enough
To make me fill it
Will the parallel lines
We always hated
But could never avoid
For your obsession to
The things that reflected you
(More than my eyes).

Of all the things
That ever happened to me
Trading off my heart
For a mere thought
An illusion
A blur image amongst
Smoke and drags
I often see bubbling up
Against the walls
That never fail
To tell me that I
Have been puffing all night long
Penning stillness
At what they call the devil's hour
Was what could make me
Sell all my desires
Of witnessing a skyline
With you by my side
Hand in hand
Growing older to
What could have served
The cover page
Of our lives
With an ending
We never wished to stimulate
For deep inside
We always knew how abominable
It was going to be
Not for you
But me
Not for the readers who
Will buy it in pre orders
But me.

But nights were meant to be darker
Just like devotees were
Meant to praise the beetleweeds
Stars were meant to be watchful
While moon was meant to yearn
For the sun that always burns
All for some unexplored reasons.

But for me
It has been you
Always and forever
Like the failure of a
De-addition center
To the desire of
Folding your eyes
For the one you never saw
Or heard from
In years
Remembering the last
Days of our togetherness
When all you wished was
That never opposed
The existence of
A yet another entangled
Between the two

I know this verse will persist in
As long as I feel
But sometimes
The real pleasures of life
Are in things that incinerate you
Unto the core of your heart
No matter what.

Misplaced #NaPoWriMo #Day3

Friday, April 3, 2015

And all that we deserved
In conquest of the forbidden fruit
Was but a knavery
A lie of belonging to the canvas half painted
With more spillovers than refined scribbles
Entwined – between us
Togetherness wouldn’t have worked out
So well as did the flavor of separation
For that’s what we deserved
Parenting the yeast of agony
That cloaked our love like it never was
And we went oblivious onto each other
Just like lonesomeness does to the stagnated ship
Caged into the antique beer bottle
Amongst the black holes
Of things that never should have mattered
Compared to the lure of our salad-days
For life isn’t a treasury of miracles
And neither were we the capsules of
What it needs to be
The opposite poles of the same magnet
With backs (still) supporting each other.

Angel of the Dark #NaPoWriMo #Day2

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Moving across the woods, caped along a hoody
Elegant enough to seize passersby therein
But still playful for her intents weren’t all that easy to perceive
Fair though she had been but an eternity of sorcery she was
Amongst the wolfs, she couldn’t have looked better

She was all-powerful like the blue blood of crepuscules
More sinful than the full moon charm in airs around
And the wicked curve adorning her face
Oh man, she definitely was up to something vicious
While her veins glittered blue in the not-so silvery moon

But whatsoever she was – she was real
For showered within was an ignition of golddust and lies
An equinox of romance, ink, confetti and stuff
Unleashing her own myths and burning them to what could have been
The birth of a new nightmare or an ever desired fantasy

Growing taller than Him #NaPoWriMo #Day1

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Since its my first National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), so chosing what would be the most probable theme to my first post was quite a task. It could have been the atrocious universe, global peace or even the girl next door. When of a sudden, something struck my mind. There is this one guy who deserves all the love and respect of the world, so maybe I should dedicate something to him.

My dad has been quite an inspiration to me ever since my childhood. From riding my first bicycle to four-wheeling. But I'm not sure if I ever did anything to make him proud of me or somehing that could atleast bring a smile to his face. This is the right time I guess.

As I looked at the crossing across our paddock
With a luster of arrogance through my grimace
For being undefeated working an illegal double dribble
Like the creator of this world I was
The handball being dearer than what gripped my right hand
A rough hold, firm, but gentle all at the same time
And you said my eyes looked appealing
And that I could now draw in more girls at the houseparty
For tall guys aren’t really left anonymous – anyhow

The house turned a villa with an extra floor over it
And the house got updated
The windowpanes, sidewalls and even the acrylic
The Red Maple in our backyard that grew taller
And the sun doesn’t sting our dooryard anymore
I want the same calmness in my eyes when I grow old
For yours were always calm and heady
And then, yours would be more prudent
Like the portrait of a wiser
But every time I watch you fix the light bulbs
While I keep standing alongside, supporting the footstool
Or when you beat me out at court games
I wished one day I grew taller than you dad

Labrador climbing over to grab attention that now falls stolen
And lo, the other grip would be treasured evermore
The one that grew delicate and lesser firm over the years
The face described by a hundred cracks that smiled
But I would still need your support as always
Every time I stumble by my absurdity
Every time I make a progress towards another fall
Because taller the shoots, earlier is the bend
And I would ask to be an inch shorter than you
And support the stool while you try to fix the light bulb
And be your kid always.