Duniya Sana Ki दुनिया सना की

After all this time The Sun never says to the Earth, "You owe me." What happens with a love like that It lights up the whole sky Maybe that's the love The young lovers are lacking With words only to speak Without any meaning What happens with a love like that It changes the meaning of love From trust to hate And this love comprises of All the beautiful relationships in the world From father-daughter To the young prince and princess From brother-sister To the beautiful understanding relationship which nature has with all the insects And which rain has with the fresh green grass No return is indeed expected No one owes anything to anyone Maybe that's the love Humanity is lacking. SANA

One more time she sat down With her diary and her pen And inked it all down. All that she can never say to anyone The feelings that she has to suppress. As she wrote, the paper got swollen The ink dispersed The hands shook. One more time the tears fell down That she couldn't control anymore Face in her palms She broke down And yet again... She spent her night crying And confiding her feelings in her diary, One more time... SANA

A lot had been happening in my life past 1 week. Rajesh uncle's death and then one of my very dear friend's mother passed away the same week. I was shattered and shocked. I believed the fact that anyone can leave us at any moment. Any unexpected thing can happen. Therefore, it's necessary that we cherish the moments that we are living presently. These incidents had led my mother and father to postpone their official work trips. As everything was in a better condition after a week's time, Mummy and Papa decided to complete their work. Papa had to go to Araria and Mummy had to go to Allahabad. I couldn't stay in Lucknow alone so I had to go with Mummy. Although it was just a two days' trip yet I really did not want to go. Somehow Mummy and Papa convinced me to go.  On the morning of 5th June we booked an Ola cab for Charbagh Bus Station. Again an unexpected incident took place. We were on our way and suddenly a big car (probably Duster) came honking at high speed...

On the 29 th of May, just like any other day, Mummy was in the office, Papa was working on the laptop and I was in the same room completing my project work. Papa received a call from someone and he suddenly got up from the chair and said that he is going for some important work and if he gets late, I shall have my lunch. It was late and Papa had not returned yet, so I sat down to have lunch. While I was having lunch Papa called and told me to call Mummy and tell her to pick up his call as it was something important. I asked him what happened, but he did not tell me anything. I called Mummy and told her. After 2 minutes Mummy called again and asked for Shreya Di’s number. I asked her what’s wrong, but she did not tell me anything either. I was worried and I sensed that something was wrong. Papa again called and said that I should change and go downstairs, Mummy is coming in 15 minutes to pick me up and I should immediately reach where Papa was. I asked him again and again what happen...

I love being yours And the way you touch me With your words and your feelings. I want to be the ray of sunshine In the depths of your despair. You are a devastating ocean And I want to drown in it. Your love ruined me But I like this destroyed version of me. With the twinkle of an eye you came And left me bruised with your jagged edges. Your soul touched me And the marks you left soon turned into scars. I’m desolated yet cheerful In your presence. However, in this world Of you and me I’m pleased Because at the end of the day I love being yours… SANA

‘Hey! How are you doing?’ ‘I am good. Everything is fine. I am happy with life.’ This, probably, is the standard conversation we have with people often. Deep within all of us know that we are not speaking the truth. I notice teenagers these days with happy faces, but sadness in their eyes. Most of them are not happy with their lives. At the same time I hear adults commenting and I also read memes which say that a boy/girl who is hardly fifteen or sixteen, how would he/she know about sadness or as they say about ‘depression’.   Well, we really don’t know what is happening in someone’s life. Maybe, the boy you find talkative is not allowed to utter a single word at home or express his feelings. Maybe, the girls who laughs a lot, according to you, cries the most in the middle of the night when nobody is watching her. Guys! We are rushing too much in our lives, ain’t we? It’s a very simple phenomenon that when things get complicated in our live, we make them even more compl...