I can’t figure out, how it could be?
Why do i love her? , Why she is she?
This brutal pain that she has given to me,
Make me feels existing, makes me feel something,
When i think of her, my heart wants to sing,
Every time i see you, my heart stops pumping,
And it feels like i am missing something,
It’s seems like she is the girl whose fragrance i wants to breath in.
Long ago in the past, those people were the real sepoy’s of Indian dust,
They have different views, but there ambition was their dream,
The dream of the boundless air, the dream that we all share,
To shed their lives for the country they live in,
To bring about the “Sampurn Swaraj”,
Infatuated by the passion & dedication,
They were Hungry for the liberty, for freedom,
The sovereignty of the nation, to make it one.
The first revolt was the marvellous effort,
It was year“1857” in “Meerut” it all happened,
The first sign of unison by the Indian’s,
The first time the residents felt the power of unity, the power of patriotism,
The memo was simply “The Freedom”,
This country is ours and we will liberate it, either by tranquillity or by revolt,
They clashed and they clashed really hard,
They lost it then as the collision was incoherent,
But the message was send that it’s not over yet,
We will be back soon and we promise that we wouldn’t fall,
We will take it once & for all.
They came back as they said to them,
Face’s changed but soul remains the same,
Heart was in anguish, in revulsion, in pain,
The crave was to make enemy pray that they wouldn’t come back again,
The bull’s eye must be shed apart,
They need a lesson that we must thought,
Sons of India were there for revenge,
The hope was high and the revolt was on once again,
They were awake and were ready to do anything,
The massacre of “Jallianwala Bagh” was among the biggest mistake,
Several people died,
But a little child was still alive,
His name in itself was the symbol of his dedication,
The name is “Bhagat Singh” & he is my Idol,
The soil of this nation has been sacred with blood of untold martyrs,
They had paid her debt now the turn is ours,
Those heroes can never be dead they will be back again if it required,
I salute those fighters for the life we have,
You are alive somewhere, this is what I believe,
This is how we got the freedom we dreamed,
This is how we got the freedom we dreamed.
By: VIKASH KUMAR SINGH
“Spetează le copilărie” is a roman phrase meaning “back to childhood”, and why I used it cause I love Rome (don't know why)....I just love it.........
OK here it starts.......
Though, I am not having much of the experience in this profession, still I am unable to hold my nerves on to reveal my next touching entry to my blog.
Well, during the past days of recession of entry to my blog, I had really been confused to add something that really matters to me, but every time I think about it, i just couldn’t frame it out. I want to write about something so interesting that could really stand on something for me. Something that says about me, my feelings, the emotions I have, the way I look the things around me, to right about something that really do is promising, but it just so happen that I wasn't able to collect it at all. I mean there is something that is always in my mind but I just couldn't figure it out.
Then, some days back, I was just going through the latest entry to the blog of one of my favourite blog-gist. The moment I read it, I knew that what I was looking for. The feeling I got out of those lines was amazingly heart-thundering.
By reading it I really went to my childhood days.
I remember when once I asked my mother " Mamma chanda mama white kyun hai" and she replied "Because beta chanda is a bowl of kheer " and I thought I will eat it someday. There were thousands of questions all over my mind and I want her to answer all of those. I wonder then how a bowl could be hanging from the sky and how large it could be or if I would like to taste it how would I reach there. I want to ask her if someone else also knows about it and who else is going to be in my competition in having it, or if I would have to share it with someone. I wanted to ask her all about it but she told me to go to sleep. But I wasn't able to stop thinking of it.
How innocent a child is? He knows nothing but he can make out some sort of meaning of everything and generally those are really funny thoughts.
Once again on a shiny day, I was eating something I don't really remember what was it? But what I do remember is that when I was having my delicious meal suddenly I had a thought, no not really a thought, actually a sort of question again.
I was wondering what happens to the food we eat and where does it goes? I was about 4 then. I asked her about it. She smiled and said “There is a machine inside our stomach and it crushes the food and that ultimately comes out as p...y”. At that time the only machine I knew was the machine with the tailor. I wonder then, how a tailor machine could crush the food.
Isn’t it funny!
A child is truly a child of god but as we grew older and we get to know about the world and its regulations, the limits of thoughts that we have to confine ourselves to the boundaries the fake people has created, who themselves called the people of mankind, people of god, we also becomes like them.
I believe that we all have that little innocent child alive within us, but it is sleeping without knowing about all these fake things. If we want to live in a better world and want to live our life the way we always wished to, we must awake him.
I feel him and he is alive in me. I heard people saying u r still a child. I love to feel the way a child feels, how he thoughts?, I love the innocence behind his thinking, the imaginations in his thoughts, beyond everything I love the fearlessness of his thoughts, the world without boundaries, without explanation, without reason, the questions he is having and how desperately he wants to know there answers. I have kept him very much alive in me. Now it’s your turn to wake him up.
For him that is and always alive within us, the real child of god I want to dedicate these lines.
Now, I feel really alone, and missed those moments wondering where they are gone,
Those feeling could only be felt but I would be delighted if I could amalgamate them,
The feeling that you are safe if you are in the shadow of your mother,
Nothing can touch you if she is there,
I really miss those moments when I thought I am the best and I can achieve all,
The fight with my brother and then asking him if he gets hurt,
I remember the beautiful night’s, and looking at the rising sun in surprise,
The silly Questions that matters then and there answers I never had,
Wondering if earth is oval, and if it is then why don’t we fall?
The play of an hour and fighting for the unknown honour,
Imagination beyond imaginations, I really miss my innocent wishes,
The reality in the shining eyes, the truth about which you can never feel disguised,
I miss my 1st class girlfriend and her boyfriend she was having then,
I wish to be the child again, the one who is always alive in the heart of mine,
The one who is always alive in the heart of mine.
OK that’s it "be the better of you"
I dedicate these lines to all the people’s who are in love with each other.
The tears in the eyes of mother,
A word of just four letters and is vast enough to occupy volumes of millions of universe,
It’s the power of deity, the way to articulate ecstasy,
The situation when you cannot distinguish between good or evil,
The craving to care and being cared by someone,
A hope of the dead to be alive and passion of flame to survive,
It’s a feeling that you are none and everyone at the same time,
A desire to be special; it’s a feeling to be important,
It’s in the blowing wind and like the light in the no moon night,
A world without boundaries, without conditions, without reasons,
The care of mother and the passion of lovers,
It's the belief in divine, the reason of our mere existence,
The divine power, the goddess mother,
The story of Shakespeare, the rain in summer,
It's the pearl in the ocean & a dream in dawn,
The smile of a lady, the spirituality of a chauvinist,
The kiss of a couple, the holiness of temple,
Like the art of an artist and the innocence of a kid,
The shine of sun, the glow of moon,
It's the path of success, the divinity of goddess,
It’s in the care of mother & heart of father,
In the prayer of a priest, and the song of night angle,
Love is ungovernable, unbeatable, and untouchable; it’s a divine soul,
I will love u forever and beyond.
By: Vikash kumar singh
