Quill, Write Ups

Fool

“Hey Olivia, can you please call her.”

“Call who? there’s no one standing here but the two of us.”

“You are but in looking the wrong direction. Check yet again, and this time beneath these thick layers of necessities. See her now?”

“Are you mad. There is no one else here.”

“She is right here, look straight from my eyes, there she stands- Olivia. Please call her.”

“You idiot, you’re asking me call myself. What is wrong with you.”

“Oh Olivia dear, I’m asking you to call Olivia.”

“What are you. You thick skull. Olivia and Olivia are the same person.”

“How can you two be the same person. You are but a slave to your own thoughts, a slave to your own self constantly living in fear of falling, in fear of failing. constantly trying and trying and trying but not knowing as to what are you trying to claim. While on the other hand the one of whom I speak of, she is a free soul rather she is a feeling, a feeling to live, a feeling to express herself and she is not bound by fears of earning $100,000, or fear to make herself a living and acquiring the so-called prestige of our society. Rather her primary objective is to maintain that precious smile on her face. To ensure that the little girl in her, she continues to survive and not just survive but continues to smile as well.”

“And you befool me saying you are but the same people. Moron you are.
For you even need another soul, to differentiate between yours and your body.”

Quill, Write Ups

2019! With a bang

Ola! Wishing you a very Happy New Year!!

Oh these 365 days passed real quick, but the moments, the moments they brought with them, blended slowly yet surely into our lives, from the little harsh fights to sweet sensetive memories, we got all of it.

But now as the year departs, lets actually brace ourselves up and rather merely celebrating the fact the earth revloved around the sun once, let’s actually make up a resolution to break the limits like never before, to give the best of ourselves and to make this year the biggest of our entire lifetime…

Wishing you the very best once again and hoping you surely give in every morsel of yours into the process of making your dream come true.

Brevity, Quill

Wreath

35 years strangled in emptiness, she survived just to feel him again,

Credits to his busy schedule only the wreath upon her door did.

Poetry, Quill

The Peasant’s Sophie

Ahoy!!! hope you are all doing well. Today, your humble servant, presents forth you the first part of probably his longest poetry and the very first ballad… So, here it is… enjoy the first 2006 characters… 😉 

Once on an isle, made of Glee,
A peasant fell in love with a maiden,
Called Sophie.
They were young kids back then, immature and guile,
Yet pretentious of wisdom Sophie cried,
“What purpose do I fill of yours? Obsessed with my slender waist and lissom neck, or something else that you adore?”

“Nothing much superficially to be obsessed, just the tenderness you carry within besides the way you dress”
said the peasant with a wry smile and suddenly “pardon” surprised Sophie replied.

“Oh! You’ve heard already, what I said,
It’s just the novice way to address”
Hiding her lovely smile, beneath the protest “Aren’t you afraid of my family’s power” she said.

“Fear is relative term I think, and seeing your beauty it ought to sink.”
“How unabashed peasant you are… Feel the agitation of the hour.
You’re talking to the daughter of grantor, seeing you behavior he may begin a war.”

“A war killing innumerable for a spark of love. If the grantor pleases so, I’m afraid soon it will be a land of crows.”

P.S. : The title MAY be temporary, wait for the complete update and continue reading my first ballad.

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Happy Birthday Ishtpreet

Continuing our traditional of probably the last yet lovely birthday wish, today we feel gleeful and honored to wish none other than our very own Ishtpreet Singh Cheema.

Oh, he is the person who’s got that passion burning in his eyes, who’s got dreams touching the skies, yet the roots right in the ground and indeed the guy who’s got euphony in his voice. 

Battling all the obstacles in his way, the sixteen year old has already won innumerable completions and hearts.

With already three of your official Punjabi tracks published, we all wish you a journey where you never look back.

Brevity, Quill

Hawk

Distant from the gigantic world, an island called humanity was living peacefully and alone.

But on that dark stormy night, a child named joy was born, soon to this counterpart, the evil hawk was drawn

Who in fear of losing his position snatched away all the smiles,

And threw them into the sea of plight.
A tale too little, yet toe large, A tale too blunt for the questions too sharp.

Poetry, Quill

चला हूँ खोजने आज

चला हूँ खोजने खुदको आज,
वहाँ जहाँ, गिरना सीखा था।
चला हूँ खोजने खुदको आज,
वहाँ जहाँ, हस्ते हुए फिसलना सीखा था।

जाने कब उठ खड़े होने की दौर में,
गिरने की एहमियत भूल गया।
जाने कब हस्ते हुए इक दूजे पर,
मुस्कुराना भूल गया।

चला हूँ जानने आज,
कब यह मान अभिमान बन गया।
चला हूँ जानने आज,
कब सियाह भी शौंक बन गया।

कभी न रुको सुन सोच कर,
मैं भी यह दौड़ दौड़ने लगा।
थका हारा अब बैठकर,
साँस लेने की कीमत सोचने लगा।

चला हूँ खोजने आज,
कब चलते चलते जीना भूल गया ।
चला हूँ खोजने आज,
कब मैं में मैं डूब गया।

Quill, Write Ups

Extra Limits???

Ola!!! Sorry for the late post guys… But, extremely dissatisfied by the LIMITS, I write this.

So what are limits? Why are we ‘The Middle Class’ always the ones who are show the limits? Who creates them? Why do we accept them?

Everyone wants to excel in life. Every parent wants their kid to excel. Or more prominently wants their kid to be financially stable or shall I venture to use the word Rich. 

But if we ask ourselves, how much are we doing to actually excel? What are we doing to excel? Are (for the parents) you believing in your kid? Are you giving 4-5 hours daily to sit and practice?

Do you think above the LIMITS? The limits which present forth us the Rich and Successful as godly figures, but the moment we start to think as them order us not to. For we, we can’t dream as them, we can’t think as them… Oh really!!! Then how do we expect to live as them.

We have to give in extra for everything… Extra passion, extra motivation, extra effort to counter the quotas, extra knowledge and indeed extra believe in our goals, in our views and ourselves at large.  

So when do you plan to start giving your extra???

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Happy Birthday Vishesh

Happy Birthday Vishesh, the man with widest smile, even shadowing his ears and yet his words as intense as possible…

Yout witty sense of humor with the blend of satire with touches of poetic expressions indeed make you up an exclusive writer. Rather an irreplaceable one…

We hope you attain all the heights you wish for, and shine like never before. We hope you succeed in every sphere of life along with your beautiful smile…

Wishing you a very Happy Birthday

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Brevity, Quill

Reality

Weather, stormy and dark, wind gushing through the shattered pane, swinging forth and further the mirror dinged on a mere nail. Yet, his eyes, as if in equilibrium sturdily stared through themselves, encountering numerous ostensible faces of itself. And, just then the nail flung, mirror was on morsels and each fragment (ambition, enigma, joy , anxiety) flew away. While imagination, still stuck in his feet now pigmented deep red,was trying yet to overpower him. Alas, he continued to stare, numb now to the deep and dark nail hole.
He was reality.