She Came. She Saw. She Conquered.

 

She was in a tussle what to choose and what to loose. With loosened heart and frightening breath, she started walking towards the brightly lit stage. Her hair a bit curly, and lessened moisture on her lips, she glared the pavilion around her, blushed with humans all similar to her, all sheltered with a grey sky.

She skipped her hand on the microphone, binning away the lust of time and discovering the reason of being her. All her efforts have to answer now, with the the whole world leaving her not even a chunk of choice. She administered her soul and with misty voice she spoke,” Hello!”.

 

This she heard never from herself. She knew, the world welcome salutations. Now, she have to reply to herself, her modesty trembling again. ” I speak of nothing but truth, and forever shall the truth bestow the lives of everybody and now after being speech impaired for the whole of my life, I can admit… If I can have a voice, you can too! Give your voice a reason. The world listens to those who are strong enough to prove their point. Many gets a voice with destiny; give your destiny a return gift!”

 

She could hear the applause. This wasn’t for the voice she had, but the struggle and the aim she had for herself carefully crafted in her story. Her story, her little world of being the impossible and letting the world believe that wonders happen every time, this time again.

 

She, Ms. Anjana Noor, Creative Head at Gandhi Institute for Deaf and Dumb, who was speech impaired for 22 years of her life unknown to the fact that she could one day speak, ‘voiced’ her story at a gathering in New Delhi, India.

 

 

 

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Time To Steal

Yess, I won’t hesitate!

Whatever we are, we are the outcome of our surrounding.
We walk, and talk and behave and interact based on the visual evidences we persist on.

Surely, this tale requires some studious action-reaction chain.

Let me explain..

You know you cannot live in the Harmony for long.
Heavens are not heavens anymore. They have already fulfilled your every wish. You are so brimmed that your showcase isn’t bearing dust at all!

It is very hard to bear, it literally is.
Just that you cannot live without a quest. Or just can’t win a quest without any loss!

Even,in the process of food digestion, stuff gets broken into smaller pieces  in the course of which energy is lost and altogether  gained with the food that is eaten.
What if you just don’t require any food? A so-called technology’s invention.

Anyone?

 

The purpose of a being gets abruptly destroyed. The yearn of a being a totally devoid.

I got to steal now.
Right now.
Right here.

Let’s get into a chaos.
All together.
Like, one on one.
Or one for all.

Let’s hit and get hit back.
A wall isn’t enough to do.
Tease and get teased back,
Be the moron back again.

Or maybe just sit quite? No!
Why shall be so much noisy?
Be the palimpsest.
Be you!

Or the rest  is tomorrow,
Keep relying.
Keep dying.

Its the Time To Steal.

My Story 2016

I gave up once,
I gave up twice,
Everybody gave up on me,
This wondrous time.

But I’m still alive,
Buckling my belts up,
Struggling with life,
And never giving up.

I veil my ideas,
For the bad people,
For all the vice they have,
Hidden in themselves.

Its good to live,
Without a living title.
Sprint in the daylight,
And pretend you never walked.

So, let’s live on,
And never give up.
Easy to say,
Easy to believe.