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 I sit here surrounded not by humans although with those endless thoughts that are echoing in my head since last night post your departure. Hey Little Angle!! I write here sitting, for you, under the sky talking to clouds and asking them about your well-being. Just been 24 hours you had left home to kick off your new life. However it still seems to be a dream to acknowledge the fact that you are now officially a woman. A girl who just few hours back was the most pampered kid of the home now is a wife to someone whom you would tag as your LIFE. The time has flown with Godspeed. The night sky doesn't talk and the day doesn't let me communicate my emotions well. It would be hard to steal time in the years following. We do not share blood relation. The amount of love and care you have been blessed by your own people is much more than I could have, solely, blessed you with. All I could have done last night was to be a part of the group of people who came forward to bid you farewell ...

The old books While being read A wish to have a glimpse Of the same old look While the life was still being spent. Untouched, Unseen The finest art stored in the gallery. In those jukebox of memories I still keep fresh The clicked pictures Beautifying the gatherings. The narrations That needed no definitions The finest timings Witnessed the all time appreciation. Moving on to the next station Looking back?  The life denied those deviations. The art work The alternate - the lamination Confused - For who's gonna do the animation!! The failed voiceovers Failures to discover The linings read - It's a stop for the story was now over.

Expected & accepted The life lied And reality distracted Leaving protected Family directed. The plea Staying back rejected Starting new Scared too Stepping steps Other side of doorstep The world waited. I hesitated For the final seeing To start believing To live while dreaming To see twin changing The domicile. Wishes, Lucks, Greetings Maybe self failed to share The ongoing changes. The night most feared Bidding farewell While few smiled The world left behind CRIED - Pushkin Channan

The four walls The loud assault of squalls And those falls She sits back And recalls The first footfall. Been told That's all The nature Served the fall She stood tall No matter how big She made it look small Not acting baby doll!! Missing own The partial thoughts On her first crawls The gradual steps And those minor major walks The life taught The efforts The try  For the wrongs Proven naught. The unusual The irregular. The life renamed Tagged, 'move on'. - Pushkin Channan

 When wanted to fly  As a kite Was rescued by you Dear night. Saw self being grounded For the very first The mob surrounded The eyes, the heart Depicted love The hatred sank At the river's bank. The pair gazed Searched the ones Who raised The childhood days Those unasked praise The never cursed delays The unmasked indentity The fake enmity. Long lost Additional cost The life bossed The game - Fair unfair The life turned from no-where No more try Bid good-byes Until The next hey With promised love  The life got aired right above. - Pushkin Channan

The news happy or sad, confused. the reaction i knew. far & away the distances uncovered I'll fail acknowledging them. the calculations  missed & not corrected imperfections surround me. staying grounded looking high I'll see you vanishing. the airplanes, the airport your crossing boundaries I'll wait for the turn for me to take over to leave you in tears. being on driver's seat getting things done I'll thank the 'Monopoly'. no not heartless just following the footsteps for once I was scared was being done to me. gracefully embraced I'll duplicate the same. - Pushkin Channan

My heart cries Seeing someone abandoning the domicile Chosing the new  Leaving the old The traditions say it all. From a kid to girl And becoming a woman You were told To he happy  At your new abode. Leaving behind the emotions Making it habitual A habitat unusual. Selfish or selfless?? I stood at the receiving end A sister - always the 'Best Friend' Inked pages read. I'm here you promised & said Buying the promise The absenteeism I'd now fail to accept. Unseen unmet The relations  Do they need a sewing thread? Moments to live Memories to cheer The stories made to hear Certified and real Those shed tears...... - Pushkin Channan

 On or Away Searching way Chosen to 'move' You tagged 'on' I said 'away'. The cries Asking to stay Nothing much, these days You say Keeping silent The vocals I fail to manage. As decays the age Eyes wish to see you more often Receive hugs  Those were/will be forbidden. Gift me your illness Maybe it reduces the sickness I'll keep'em as compliments That see no replacement The birthday gifts those'd be permanent. Dearest twin, How do I deceive  The mini heart attacks? Been provided with the news The stories built  When narrated Cease away the peace. - Pushkin Channan

early morning the needles when hit seven you and i get to see us as made in heaven 😂 dearest metro, to catch you  I stand in a long que avoiding rows I wish I could gift you a rose. Each dawn I see you The heart starts pumping faster Looks I'm dating since ever. From childhood to adulthood I've seen you changing colors The constant the seats Those were now home to me. Tired Yes I could rest on shoulder. Memories made Stories baked The night's talk menue  The receipes got cooked at your venue. Thankyou for the selfless love. I couldn't get a better companion And even would fai the crayons To draw us As the world kept moving on... - Pushkin Channan

Dearest Sister, I hope this letter brings out the best in you and the smile, while you read this out, never stops and just keeps multiplying. It's been years now since your last seen. No, I'm not crying neither complaining about your absenteeism. Reason being you have always marked your attendance virtually, socially (your networks). This year, 2020, the plans were different. It was to meet you with surprises. However, in our case the planned things never happen. It's the second year in a row when we have exchanged gifts. And those gifts keep me happy and joyful. So much to tell, so much to hear. We've kept certain secrets for our round of coffee table.  The life's changing and we are the witness. There are constants and that's us. Despite our ups and downs, our fights, we've stood for each other in even the odds. Our love post the fights don't need proofs. And that's somehow rare. I've aged like a dog. With you, without you. I don't know how...

The flashbacks The throwbacks The viewed pictures Clicked on my Kodak I asked clock To hold that No waits And I just looked back. It's all black The love lacks The heart shakes The panic attack No jokes cracked And that's perfect For we bounce back intact The kind act The gatherings snapped The dreams dreamt While I napped The questions kept packed Those impacts The life said Be the best Get that in head. To the lost childhood We'll get back on track As those pages read The years to follow A need would arose The forgotten ones will be called for!!!

I feel home even if the night's spent in some lawn when here, i feel home. seeing from a distance the known house's tomb i know I'm home. anything searched i get for sure for me you are my chrome and i feel I'm home. if groan!! i know the shiverings would be heard yes, reason you too are my home. sufferings from relation's syndrome i know the hand would be held making an escape to the safe place the walls which we call home. your rains I love to get drenched in your sun rise I feel the rays and blessed with. the streets are known i could sleep on road and fearing no prey for reason in you i feel my second home. my another abode I felt sailing on the boat. the happiness cause being accepted with the flaws the zero judging the lines those never got drawn. A relation that would last long A home that I know Would happily accept as its own Even on the verge A visit for sure Dear Second Home I heartily Thankyou for all.

The city, Gurgaon, might have changed its name on papers. Officially known as Gurugram now. I still call it with the old name. A thought - why do the names get changed? Who started it? And why the process is being followed? A Daughter leaves her home after the marriage and the name gets changed. And that is awkward. Something that I tag as a stereotype. The answer to which I know I will never be able to get!! Or I will never be convinced with even if someone gives an explanation. Coming back to the point - Gurgaon. As the title says 'The Favorite Corner in The City And yes I too had one. So close enough to my heart that even if asked to arrive in the middle of the night, I without giving a second thought would head towards that place. Coming from the small city I fell in love with this millennium city in no time. Haha!! It is too early to let you know the reason or disclose my favorite place. I hail from a small town, raised up in a middle class family where meeting the needs was m...

इस likes and dislikes k time mein  kisi baat krne waale ko dhoond rha Hun. Jo sirf memes na padhe  balki haal chaal Puch le usse dhoondh rha Hun. Main 2020 mein 1920 dhoondh rha Hun.  Main Kal yug k zamaane mein satyug dhoondh rha Hun. Jo mobile pr baat na krke  seedha saamne aake baat kre usse dhoondh rha hun.  Main Samsung aur iPhone k zamaane mein  Nokia operator dhoondh rha hun Jo thank-you na bole in fact gale lga k ehsaas kraye usko dhoond rha hun  Main color k zamaane mein  black and white dhoondh rha hun We will travel by air k zamaane mein 'local se chalein' kehene waale ko dhoond rha hun Main 2020 mein 1920 dhoondh rha Hun. Social Media k zamaane mein Socially gather hone waale ko dhoond rha hun Let's settle abroad k zamaane mein 'I want to work in my country' kehene waale ko dhoond rha hun Main 2020 mein 1920 dhoondh rha Hun. Main English language k zamaane mein 'I prefer to talk in Hindi' kehene waale ko dhoond rha hun. Main expensive ...

I left home right after class 12 to pursue my graduation and then my profession. 16 August, 2013 I entered the city of millionaires, Gurgaon. As a kid of a small town from Haryana, I was surprised by the fast paced life of the city people. Those expensive vehicles, the huge mansions and the luxurious streets. What do I do in a city that's completely unknown to me!! A city where I stood at one side of that concrete road and saw the glamour on the opposite side. I understood, the life of a common person is not easy, and in the years it was proven right. Where do I go? Whom do I talk to? Whom do I call my friend?  The situation was like a kid who has entered the hostel for the first time. A complete stranger in the city. Were strangers really a danger? Well, how do you get that tag of a stranger removed if you really want to befriend someone?? Simple - Go and talk. And that I was afraid to do. 'Some great relations in life start with that first word being exchanged more precisel...

the life  kept us busy towards end the body got dizzy. the game looked easy though not so the isolations - weren't that pretty. yes I talk silly keeping self occupied while millionaires made money working in own city. the idles sat lazy it was me who waited patiently to meet  to greet to exchange the magical hug to fill the empty mug. they said with a shrug - move asked an identity to prove my entrance - disapproved not mere an onlooker being asked, was something New.

Attaining peace attained piece tranquility ceased across borders; and inside the four wall boundaries. those ceased dreams living in harmony faked perfectly the fear born internally lived life as distorted tree. the euphoric life an illusion the endless strife no lies an urge to fly escaping cries the unheard whines the trust declines in the times the life when rhymes those prolonged strives the failed endless tries I'll die.

The mother asked nature to bless her with a daughter who'd  care. she said as cold as glacier adjustable as water the care taker the survivor the one who'd replicate her the one who'd hug on failure. my oldage, she said she would nurture the best of better during the heaviest thunder she'd provide the best shelter. a baby girl she wished for putting an end to the war to the God she said, I demand nothing more A wish to see before I sleep forever on the floor.

i missed my sleep the dreams that could've been deep i promise to keep the talks that were the need a clean sweep nothing to reap my travel to the hill angled steep a shout too loud; even the deafs heard it in the crowd. the eyes won't allow to see me wearing a shroud the escapes'd be made the stars would begin to fade I'd rest in shade i trust no hates the love would get trade unafraid I rest my case!!

The more i talk less The more i get tensed The less i express I'm scared to confess i held on to the dates not forgetting the mess i create the increased hate that became a mandate. the worn dress of cowardness; me trying show the strength achieved no success. learning to express from no to yes dear self!! you need a bless; that works as a distress. the same old address the reason for my distress to the one who'd accept with all the flaws the love would be priceless.