Daddy’s love

Darling Daughter, I have never heard single world of praise from you. Dear Daddy you aren’t meant for praise, you are meant for love. Holding your love in one hand and a diamond in another. Your warmth always enclose by heart. Dad diamond would be sold in misery and left me empty handed but your love always remain by my side. Your care and Love increases and it always remains with me. All your thoughts, Sacraments you pass on,care you shower, laughter you share. Fairs I see on your shoulders…Holding my hand in Hardships and tough times. Even my respect and Love sometimes, I think wouldn’t payback.

From learning tables and Rhymes,

to my tough times,

thanks would be a small word

You always touch the right cord

Your love dazzle my world

Holding my hand in this cruel world

Making me realise, I’m the most adorable

Your love for me is pure and only affordable

Sometimes we really do miss those laughter and Love being growing and moving ahead in life.

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Kuch Purana sa mujhe yaad aaya…This one is regarding old childhood day’s of mine, while living in small town of a big country called India and now dealing with adulthood days.

Wind on her ways touches the land while sweet sunrays were used to fall on earth after being filtered through the branches of trees,can feel beautiful sunlight but even felt that dampness around trees. Few days back summer holidays were started but still those branches are barren, swings that were put upon those branches are lost some where. Hullabaloo of kids while stealing mangoes from orchard are lost somewhere. Gardner lying somewhere lazily, there was an era when he use to run after those running kids. But now those kids become adults and running towards their life goals. Today is off from office , time to see a cricket match on Television with buddies. It’s off ,time to go for shopping with my girlfriends..A beautiful saree (Indian traditional women garment). In search of big goals, achievements we come so far that small happiness become mere a nostalgia now.Merriment with friends, trails of fields, Mango Orchards and that playfield; still hold all my thoughts and Memories😊

Hawa Vo zameen Ko chutti hai

Bhini se dhoop daliyon se chanti hai

Nazar aati hai Suraj ki vo roshini

Magar Pedon ki Thandak bhi mehsoos hoti hai

Chand roz pehle hi garmiyon ki chuttiyan hui hai

Par fir bhi ab ped Khali Khali se hain

Shor machatey kachey aam churatey vo bachey

aaj kahin gum hai

Mali kaka aab sust hain Kabhi kisi zamaaney main vo

Un bachchon ke pichey bhagtey they aaj vo bachey apni

Apni Zindagi ke pichey bhagtey hai

Aaj daftar se chutti hai ghar par aaram se doston

ki sang cricket match dekhoonga

Aaj daftar se chutti hai saheli sang aaj koi nai saree khareedongi

Badi Badi khushiyan dhoondtey dhoondtey hum dur nikal aaye

Chotti chotti khushiyon ki toh bas Abh yaadein hain

Doston ki saath Vo hasee theetholi kheton ke mandeer,

Aam ka bageecha vo kheel ka maidan

Aaj bhi mere Khayalon sametey hue hai

Yaadon Ko mere aaj bhi sanjoye hue hai😊

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One from my book is the another set of Post which I’m going to include in my blogging Journey from today. Somewhat from my awesome books I took a dive in.Hope you guys like them as well like my other posts.


Oh with that I remember It’s New year guys. Wishing you a Very Happy New Year…Hope this Year brings to you a lot of adventures, Amazing Experiences, New Bonds and tonnes of Happiness and blessings embellished with everlasting smiles. Love to read your blogs guys in small time your amazing blogs makes a lot of difference in my life in a productive Manner. Hope to read from your guys more. With lots of love and Regards…


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Chotti chotti khushiyan (Small Happiness )

Chotti Chotti khushiyon

Ke Milne par bhi main, khush ho jaati hoon

Khwaheshon k raastey bohat Lambey hain,

Chaltey Chaltey Kabhi sahas tutney lagey toh

Un khushiyon Ko mud ke dekh leti hun,

Rasta lamba he sahi

Dagar Kathin he sahi,

Sahas Adig rahe isliye mud k un khushiyon

Ko dekh leti hoon

Chamakti hai Vo un tamgon ki tarah

Jinhe maine Kabhi hasil kara tha,

Unkey aagey bhi mera darr hara tha,

Aaj bhi Mukabala mere sahas aur

is Kathin Dagar k Beech main hain,

Lekin yeh Kathin Dagar bhi haseen hai

Inhi main toh mujhe meri

Chotti chotti khushiyan milti hain😊


Achieving Small Happiness even makes me happy, But Journey of life full of wishes is quite long and intricate for that I have to strive hard.While on my journey sometimes,I got knock down but than I look upon those happy Moments/Achievements that are like medals. So, what my ways are bit longer and harder….when I look upon those moments and achievements they hold my hand tight and makes me to believe in myself that” I can” and letting myself to defeat my fears. Now at this point of life the Competition is between my strengths and Intricate wishful Journey of life but still this Intricate long journey is beautiful because in those ways of life that small achievements resides.😊

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Love happens when

Like an ink I fill life

in you my fountain Pen,

It’s, me the bubbly that jumps in you

You confess that I do,

Like Brightest star you fill my life with so much

Happiness and shine

It’s our 4th and seems perfect red wine

It always your heart I fell for but I think

But was the Pit (dimples)I keep falling in

You took chance and steal my chocolate

But you are the sweetest written in my fate

It’s your hair I drooled over’n’ over

Luminous eyes always like stary night that gaze over

Drenched in your love my heart flare

Yeah! It dazzle and Glare

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Destiny so dark,Shadows were hauling
Creepy thoughts kept crawling

So fearful I’m, forget about window far

Thumping’n’ pushing a wall so far

Will and endeavours were about to sink

A window got open in a blink

Strong wind thwaked above window

I pick my pieces, run for that window

I fall in flurry, it’s a ladder here

Pick and took that ladder, my destiny there

Step by step I was rising up

Everytime I slip but I step up

Unable to reach till last, felt so fed up

It’s the 7th time I rise and step up

My ladder tremble this time,

Hit the floor So hard my ladder got

broken in mean time

Tears welled up in my eyes

Window, that ladder doesn’t belong

to my destiny I cry

cool breeze & rays were creeping

I pick myself with ribbs,aching

Banged with force took a chance

Otherwise dark Shadows would be my penance

Eventually that was a door

Those breeze & rays touches my inner soul

Like what tides makes to sea shores

Happiness and glee in eyes was in excess

A breath of freedom with touch of success.

Some times we need a big fall to succeed…

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Chai ki Pyali – Cup of tea

Subaha Maa ki Hidayaaton k Sang

Kabhi Kabhi babuji ki Nasihaton k sang,

Sham Ko doston ki baaton k sang hoti,

Chai ki Vo Pyali kissey kahaniyon vali hoti,

………… ………. ……………

-Maa ki awaaz Kuch zyada hi Mehakti

Sardiyon Main Vo Pyali Gud k Sang Milti

Tulsi aur Saunf Thandak dur hai rakhti,

Subah ki Vo Pyali Maa ki Hidayaaton k Sang milti,

…………. ………. …………….

– Der raat parikshaon ki jab tayari hoti,

Babuji ki Vo bitiya jab jaag rahi hoti,

Thodi Kadak Vo adrak k sang,

Babuji ki Der raat Nasihaton k sang,

Chai ki vo pyali aati,

………….. …………. ……………

– Chai ki Pyali yunhi Nahi Mehakti

Kuch zyka Ilaichi, laung ka

Kuch lehazah doston ki baaton ka,

Canteen main Vo samoson ki sang chahkti,

Chai ki vo pyali yunhi Nahi Mehakti

………… ………… …………….

Ab na Vo Subah, Na ab Vo Sham hoti hai,

Chai ki Pyali ab Vo teabag vali hoti hai,

Array! Dost yeh teabag vali Chai kahan chahkti hai…

Parosi hi daftar ki filon k sang jaati hai,

Sometimes with mum’s advice, Sometimes with dad’s tips Sometimes with friends and their Gossips.My tea was brewed with tales and stories

Mum’s wake up call for Mornings, with her voice spills the sweet aroma. In winter my mum brew it with jaggery. With basil and Anniseed it keeps cold away was her sweet advice. During Exam late night whenever I was preparing for my exams, dad brew it with ginger and it is bit strong, served with tips for my exams. After classes, In Canteen it was brewed with cardamom and cloves, served with Samosas (Indian Snacks) and gossips of my friends. That’s why I think from where it get its aroma and better taste. Now, it’s neither that morning…. Nor that evening. Now I have a cup with teabag, Oh, my friend this tea with teabag didn’t have that dancing aroma as it is served with office files….

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I spill my colours and let my ideality run wild,

Capturing the fragile and painting the mild,

In few minutes my ideality goes beyond light years,

For that your rocket science takes so many years,

Dawning probably sunbirth,

With my colours I wander earth,

I took, dive under the sea

In the woods I flee

Paint flowers probably here they are grown

I capture birds but they never frown

My colours illuminates and celebrate

Bring happiness and let the gloomiest moment eliminate

A dew drop that can spill if you touch, I can hold that tight

Without having a tough fight

Some times I paint the fragile

With all my Imperfections I paint in a while.

With all my Imperfections I paint these roses, for a while I hope I would be able to capture their fragility too😉😄😄so I just dip my fingers in colours and paint them…but Almighty works really hard I must say😄. Guys does my colours able to capture somewhat I was hoping. Do tell me😊

Perky 😊

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