Who are friends !

Friend is a vrey precious word,

Don't wait it on anyone 

It has to someone,

Someone who understands you more than yourself,

Someone who can read ur mind even when you are in your shell..

The one who does not care where you belong ,

Wich cast culture or race you are from..

Not the one who looks at your pocket

Your expensive car, bags and gold locket..

Many come in our journey of life,

Who pretend to be on r side..

Laugh and party in good times

In bad times ,can't be seen anywhere in miles..

So many people will go to a club with you,

But will they visit you home when you have flue...

Real friend might not drink and party hard with you,

May not call you every day,

But in your heart you know he is just a call away..

Do not waist the term 'FRIEND' ,

On anyone you meet and just gel..

It takes time to become someone's friend,

To gain trust and become his strength..

Friendship is a costly term,

Spend it only on the one's who deserve..

Lonely in crowd

Lot of people around,

But still alone

So many conversations going on ,

But no one to have a word

Things flowing on a fast pace,

But still in my own space..

Words pouring in ears from all sides,

But not a single going in mind..

A cyclone going inside,

Stuffed,stunned and silent,

Trying to hide ,

but eyes don't allow..

Keep pouring and speaking louder then voice.

Wiping them before they catch peoples eyes,

Maintaining the silence

Pretending to be fine..

This is what I feel when there are hundreds of things going around me, so many problems, so many confusions that I go in a shell and just cannot express myself.People around me are there talking and just being normal, but for me no one exists . i am physically there , but mentally i am on a trip. Everything seems blued . Feeling as if a few hundred thousand of my brain cells have been killed, and I just cant react.
In this situation if anyone asks that" what happened " I know my tears will burst, so I try and isolate myself and talk my time to absorb everything.

This is what I do in such situation, do you people have any other way to escape such times..

Please suggest..!!

Dil ka dard

Zindigi ke safar mai kuch aise log aate hai,

Jo humpar bhaut gheri chaap choor jate hai..

Hum chahe ya na chahe,

Mudkar dekhne par wo dard yaad aate hai..

Aaj bhi wo zakham nasoor bankar chubthe hai,

Aaj bhi aankho ke aansu nahi rukte hai..

Peecha he nahi choorti unke bewafi,

Jhute wade kasme  or fir tanhai..

Problems with no solution

When frustration is at its peek,

And the mind gets frizzed.. 

A war starts within,

And numbs your power to think..

This situation pushes us into shell,

So much going on, but nothing which v can tell..

The lips are sealed,

But eyes don't stop and reveal..

We are at a loss if words,

Emotion gets piled on..

Stress reaches such level,

That it gets impossible to handle..

Poor brain retires in pain,

Innocent eye starts to rain..

Heart become heavy as a log,

With tears , cheeks clog..

The worst thing is that no one understands,

They think that you are insane..

This is the cherry on cake,

It combines loneliness and pain..

People think that you dint want to adjust,

But this is not the crux.. 

Its just that you are so full of certain people and things,

That even their existence pinch,

Their sight make you loose your calm..

The problem has always been their,

You tried to avoid and not care..

Nothing worked in past,

Now it's hight time that it doesn't last..

You feel pity for your own self,

There is no sign of help..

Every second you pray to god,

But even he has left you alone in storm..

Every day you pray to end the test,

Hoping lord will listen, will solve problem and give you rest..

Freedom of life

Life is n mess,
Full of stress..
Mind's not in rest,
Conditions are not one of the best..


I want sum peace..
Some happiness latest..
Please let me free,
To explore the world around me..



Someone help me break the cage,
So that I can fly miles above d worlds stage..
The Cage is gold,
But not as expensive as my freedom to explore..


Wanna Fly so high that there is no space,
For worlds dirty and shallow traits..
Sick of peoples grey shades,
Nobody restrained to be a person full f grace..


Diplomacy gone to their heads,
Language as sweet as chocolates and sweets ..
Changing their face,
At every single place..


Making their hobby as playing with others emotions,

Forgetting about d poor persons situations..
Cant take this anymore,
want to fly away from it all..

God, please give me wings to fly,
So that i cant fly high n d sky..
Leaving behind all d sorrows and fights..

Girls life..

Its warm and bright,

Glitters in the sky..

Finally sun is shining

Its tim for fashion redefining

My frushia pink toes

And the bronzy summer glow

The peachy keen cheeks,

And the Lashes all done with fallsies,

My black eye khole and angel lips

Are making me feel chic

My softly curled long hair,

Don't know what to ware..  :(

Finally..

Slipped onto my Forever 21 dress

Which fits me the best

My new aldo wedgs

And  a cute sling bag

A few splashes of pleasures bloom

Which is my fav perfume

Finally .... Time to dress...

Before we leave home,

Lets put the shades on,

And hit the mall

So all done,

to have lodes of fun..


Love Pooja...

Visiter from another world

Hey friends ,

I always share poems with you people. I pen down whatever , I feel in forms of poems. 

Today I am going to share a story which was told to me by my granddad. Its a ghost story. Well not exactly ghost , but something but something to do with spirit of someone dead.

So story goes  years back when my granddad was working with CP WD. A government organisation. He is a civil engineer. Now he is 87 years old. He belong to Meerut a small city in Uttar Pradesh India.

It was the beginning of his career,not very well established . He was married and was living in Patna (India) with my grandma and had three children. Two boys and a little girl.(My tauji, my papa and my bua)

Two boys were studying in school.

My granddad was looking forward to a promotion from a really long time and was getting really frustrated because he was not getting it. 

One day he went to his office and there he was suppose to fill a form related to appraisal and posting. He thought that he is not getting promotion in Patna so why not  get posted in a remote area where people generally do not prefer to go. He thought that if he goes to such a remote location , his chances of getting promotion will increase. Keeping this in mind he opted for a small village like area in Uttra Khand.

He came back home in evening from office, to his surprise he saw my grandma waiting for him at door eagerly. 

Before he could ask her anything, she asked her" what have you done in office today. Why have you given the choice of leaving Patna. "

He was shocked. He could not understand how she knew all this. She told my granddad that his father( my grate granddad) came and told her about it. He said that grandma should stop my granddad from making such a choice and think about kids as it is not good for then to change their school again and again. Further he told grandma that granddad has made such a choice in office today and she should tell him to take it back the next day. He will be promoted with good increment in a few days in Patna itself.

Granddad was speechless. His father had died many years ago. But he still believed grandma as she had sixth sense with which she could see and connect with the dead.

Granddad did what his father had told him to do. The very next day he took the choice of transfer back. After a couple of days he was promoted with excellent increment.

This is a real incidence told to me by my granddad. He loves telling stories and he has so many of them as he has gone through so many different experiences in his life.

My grandma expired around 20years back. She was blessed with     Sixth sense and thus throughout her entire life she had so many such incidences.

Hope you enjoyed this true incidence.

Please do comment and let me no  if you have any such story to tell.