#review #Shashwat #Scene
The color of the sky had turned pale ,the light was slowly getting dim the sun was burning slowly ,winds were blowing making gusting sounds but the atmosphere felt silent , the flapping of the birds swiftly flying to there croons could be heard , I waited there at the bench just above the pond ,the chair was rusted as it was made of iron and was not even balanced but the smell of rusted nails is something out of this world .
The pond was still but was abrupted when little- little feathers of birds disturbed its composer ;Making circular rounds with a slight sound of splash.
The rain had made the trees near by to even grow greener . I just rested my head on the bench releasing a sigh that I never knew I was holding what for; I closed my eyes and I just left me to the soothing care of mother nature.
The color of the sky had turned pale ,the light was slowly getting dim the sun was burning slowly ,winds were blowing making gusting sounds but the atmosphere felt silent , the flapping of the birds swiftly flying to there croons could be heard , I waited there at the bench just above the pond ,the chair was rusted as it was made of iron and was not even balanced but the smell of rusted nails is something out of this world .
The pond was still but was abrupted when little- little feathers of birds disturbed its composer ;Making circular rounds with a slight sound of splash.
The rain had made the trees near by to even grow greener . I just rested my head on the bench releasing a sigh that I never knew I was holding what for; I closed my eyes and I just left me to the soothing care of mother nature.
Graveyard
I walked beside a dead graveyard
Keeping myself a foot apart,
I could feel the horror grow
When I saw a dead lying crow.
Something then hit me from back
I turned and saw it was all black
Horror started filling me
Fear started drilling me ,
Trembling convulsively I said below'
" There is no dead only living soul"
I heard again; something at my back
Oh lord my god! what I saw then
I saw my sweety granny grin.
Then I swayed and sat back ,
"Thinking I had seen a dead"
Then something just struck my mind;
"There is no dead only living soul"
Something happend very strange
The dark vanished, and turned vauge,
I saw my Garnny smiling hard
She took my soul to heaven above.
#review #poem #Shashwat
I walked beside a dead graveyard
Keeping myself a foot apart,
I could feel the horror grow
When I saw a dead lying crow.
Something then hit me from back
I turned and saw it was all black
Horror started filling me
Fear started drilling me ,
Trembling convulsively I said below'
" There is no dead only living soul"
I heard again; something at my back
Oh lord my god! what I saw then
I saw my sweety granny grin.
Then I swayed and sat back ,
"Thinking I had seen a dead"
Then something just struck my mind;
"There is no dead only living soul"
Something happend very strange
The dark vanished, and turned vauge,
I saw my Garnny smiling hard
She took my soul to heaven above.
#review #poem #Shashwat
#review #Shashwat #shortstory
Tales of slipper vendor part 2
Mani was sand blind he could hardly make out things ,sometime it happened he got confused between his women buyers and men buyers as there was nothing but only moonlight and the only spectacles he had were broken while he was looking down and tieing his dhoti,half side glass was shattered and he could not see anything from it, even after it he wore with just one glass alive and whenever he had a customer on he closed one eye and dealt with them ,but he stopped it when a lady gave him a tight spat on his cheeks claiming that he was winking seeing her and giving wired coughs but he was innocent and was trying to see the customer and was coughing out of cold .
Mani stepped out of the stair cases and went outside to get his very slippers but unfotunately he wore the wrong one as he has counted "9th pair from the "paan shop" but the time was past and the arrangement was different "
Someone saw Mani wearing his belongings and shouted
"Dhoti wala is here catch him "
Indian crowd is very famous ,people beat first and then listen what was the cause and who is been hit.He was hit hardly blood was oozing out of various wounds ,he was beating hard untill people satisfied that his hands would never turn to this door anymore.
Mani lay there unnoticed for few hours he was hit really hard he tattered cloths were now black holes ,the whitish black dhoti was now black as coal.
He anyhow managed to get him to his stall but getting there as he saw his stall it was even more formidable and he fainted .
Not a single pair of slippers were left there .He too was robbed by the thief and his slippers and his goods were sold in ten times more price his slippers were sold here on his stall in chor bazar.
Tales of slipper vendor part 2
Mani was sand blind he could hardly make out things ,sometime it happened he got confused between his women buyers and men buyers as there was nothing but only moonlight and the only spectacles he had were broken while he was looking down and tieing his dhoti,half side glass was shattered and he could not see anything from it, even after it he wore with just one glass alive and whenever he had a customer on he closed one eye and dealt with them ,but he stopped it when a lady gave him a tight spat on his cheeks claiming that he was winking seeing her and giving wired coughs but he was innocent and was trying to see the customer and was coughing out of cold .
Mani stepped out of the stair cases and went outside to get his very slippers but unfotunately he wore the wrong one as he has counted "9th pair from the "paan shop" but the time was past and the arrangement was different "
Someone saw Mani wearing his belongings and shouted
"Dhoti wala is here catch him "
Indian crowd is very famous ,people beat first and then listen what was the cause and who is been hit.He was hit hardly blood was oozing out of various wounds ,he was beating hard untill people satisfied that his hands would never turn to this door anymore.
Mani lay there unnoticed for few hours he was hit really hard he tattered cloths were now black holes ,the whitish black dhoti was now black as coal.
He anyhow managed to get him to his stall but getting there as he saw his stall it was even more formidable and he fainted .
Not a single pair of slippers were left there .He too was robbed by the thief and his slippers and his goods were sold in ten times more price his slippers were sold here on his stall in chor bazar.
LOVE DEMANDS
Part 1
The atmosphere outside was cool, Miss Rosie was sitting on the chair napping sweater.She gave a glance at the clock it was half past eleven, she was waiting for Easton her husband patiently.
It was the season of winter, on the right of the sofa which she sat was a glowing fire which kept the nature cosy, Rosie wore a light pink color- furry coat, her hairs were tied at the backs still some think locks were on her sides, the winter made her cheeks turn pinkish color.
It was the second time she made the tea, not fo keeping herself warm, but to kill time by taking it slowly sip by sip.Finally the door bell rang, a faint smile was carried with rosie till the door.
"Hey sweety welcome home" she said taking his laptop bag, "why are you so late ?" She asked her voice calm and smooth
"Well, I was supposed to reach by morning but this weather ..."
Rosie interuppted him ," Forget it, you are sure to be hungry I made roasted goose, change and come to the table"
There was something odd as Easton never seemed so happy in a while.It was noticed by Rosie too.She arranged the table with deliciously smelling goose roasted with knife stabbed on back, with toppings of cilantro .
"How was your trip darling " Rosie said pouring a glass of wine .
"Great, hectic though."
"I had to tell you something .."
"Later my dear, let me have food ", Esmay said traring the goose in two halfs .
" Well! Did you meet Louisa there?" She sounded a bit defensive .
"No " he said quavering
" Well well! " her countanence had changed, taking a bit of food she glanced easton vividly .
" I have a good news for you, I am pregnant", she said smiling as easton.
"OH ! nice wow " he seemed confused was it an occasion to be happy or sad he continued ,"I wanted to say that.... "
" Lets celebrate I will get you some more ice",she said and went to the kitchen.
#review #Shashwat
Part 1
The atmosphere outside was cool, Miss Rosie was sitting on the chair napping sweater.She gave a glance at the clock it was half past eleven, she was waiting for Easton her husband patiently.
It was the season of winter, on the right of the sofa which she sat was a glowing fire which kept the nature cosy, Rosie wore a light pink color- furry coat, her hairs were tied at the backs still some think locks were on her sides, the winter made her cheeks turn pinkish color.
It was the second time she made the tea, not fo keeping herself warm, but to kill time by taking it slowly sip by sip.Finally the door bell rang, a faint smile was carried with rosie till the door.
"Hey sweety welcome home" she said taking his laptop bag, "why are you so late ?" She asked her voice calm and smooth
"Well, I was supposed to reach by morning but this weather ..."
Rosie interuppted him ," Forget it, you are sure to be hungry I made roasted goose, change and come to the table"
There was something odd as Easton never seemed so happy in a while.It was noticed by Rosie too.She arranged the table with deliciously smelling goose roasted with knife stabbed on back, with toppings of cilantro .
"How was your trip darling " Rosie said pouring a glass of wine .
"Great, hectic though."
"I had to tell you something .."
"Later my dear, let me have food ", Esmay said traring the goose in two halfs .
" Well! Did you meet Louisa there?" She sounded a bit defensive .
"No " he said quavering
" Well well! " her countanence had changed, taking a bit of food she glanced easton vividly .
" I have a good news for you, I am pregnant", she said smiling as easton.
"OH ! nice wow " he seemed confused was it an occasion to be happy or sad he continued ,"I wanted to say that.... "
" Lets celebrate I will get you some more ice",she said and went to the kitchen.
#review #Shashwat
Value
Once I walked by a little stream,
Peeping houses very keen,
My little house was full,
nausiatic, foul and dull.
I carried with me along ,
Dirty shoes and logs of wood.
My mother told me not to wrong,
Just Throw them in the woods .
My stomach was hungry,
It made me angry,
I bought a bun from a passer by
On eating I thought I would die .
Came across a little tot
When I was on my way,
I saw him picking up the bun
That I had thrown on the way.
I saw a girl barefoot
Waking without her sparefoot,
I bend and gave her boots,
That I once called a foul noob.
Then my lord I saw man ,
Who was shivering in the cold
I could not help but give him logs,
then I walked away in bold.
Do we ever stop and think,
What Almighty gave to us
What clothes we have
What food we eat ,
Millions of people there by
Are just left alone to die.
#review #Shashwat #poem
Once I walked by a little stream,
Peeping houses very keen,
My little house was full,
nausiatic, foul and dull.
I carried with me along ,
Dirty shoes and logs of wood.
My mother told me not to wrong,
Just Throw them in the woods .
My stomach was hungry,
It made me angry,
I bought a bun from a passer by
On eating I thought I would die .
Came across a little tot
When I was on my way,
I saw him picking up the bun
That I had thrown on the way.
I saw a girl barefoot
Waking without her sparefoot,
I bend and gave her boots,
That I once called a foul noob.
Then my lord I saw man ,
Who was shivering in the cold
I could not help but give him logs,
then I walked away in bold.
Do we ever stop and think,
What Almighty gave to us
What clothes we have
What food we eat ,
Millions of people there by
Are just left alone to die.
#review #Shashwat #poem
LOVE DEMANDS
REVISED AND EDITED VERSION
NOTE - Don't go for grammatical errors that will be fixed tell me if this sounds good now.
The atmosphere outside was cool,freezing winds were blowing ceasing every warm thing. Miss Rosie was sitting on the chair napping sweater.She gave a glance at the clock it was half past eleven, she was waiting for Easton her husband patiently.Her face had a glimpse of happiness, but her countanence seemed to be delibrating over some other fact .
It was the season of winter, on the right of the sofa which she sat was a glowing fire which kept the nature cosy, The fire burned giving a dazalling flame the only warm thing in entire nearby .Rosie wore a light pink color- furry coat, her hairs were tied at the backs still some think locks were on her sides, the winter made her cheeks turn pinkish color.
The room was brighly lit, it was painted in recent times so there was this smell of raw paint, everything was cleanly arranged.Outside the window there was heavy snowfall now.The smell of roasted goose was carried all along as Rosie had put a fresh goose in the oven.
It was the second time she made the tea, not fo keeping herself warm, but to kill time by taking it slowly sip by sip.By the time cloxk hit 12 she done with napping the little cap.
Finally the door bell rang, a faint smile was carried with rosie till the door.She felt as if she had been holding something from a millon decades.
"Hey sweety welcome home" she said taking his laptop bag, "why are you so late ?" She asked her voice calm and smooth, she gave a glance her husband, a man who was heavily built he was a tall bloke, with brown hairs ,he hid his happiness but was not left unnoticed by Rosie .
"Well, I was supposed to reach by morning but this weather ..."
Rosie interuppted him ," Forget it, you are sure to be hungry I made roasted goose, change and come to the table" saying she added ,"Did you get gold instead of pages fold that you are so happy?"
Easton didn't reply just to answer he shurrgured and said -"Maybe " and then he was gone to change.
There was something odd as Easton never seemed so happy in a while.She arranged the table with deliciously smelling goose roasted with knife stabbed on back, with toppings of cilantro .The smell of the goose had already made the neighbours dribble .
"How was your trip darling " Rosie said pouring a glass of wine . She was delibrating and proccesing in her mind great no of thoughts shd sat on the chair next to Easton.
"Great, hectic though." He said taking the glass of wine.
"I had to tell you something .." her voice was stammering, she had waited for so long to tell this news to her husband , but before she could finish she was interuppted by Easton
"Later my dear, let me have food ", He said tearing the goose into two halfs .
" Well! Did you meet Louisa there?" Rosie sounded a bit defensive .
"No " he said quavering
" Well well! " her countanence had change, taking a bit of food she glanced easton vividly .
" I have a good news for you, I am pregnant", she said smiling as esamy, hundrend's of feelings was running down her spine. She had already imagied in her mind how Easton was going to react , he would keep all things aside and kiss her,and then pick her up giving rounds and rounds in glee but she thought she would stop him as it could be dangerous.
"OH ! nice wow " he seemed confused was it an occasion to be happy or sad he continued ,"I wanted to say that.... "
Seeing such a dull response a rage of anger slapped her hearty emotions , all her thoughts were shatterted in a second as she could well make out the fact that Easton was not happy.
" Lets celebrate I will get you some more ice",she said and went to the kitchen.
#review #shashwat
REVISED AND EDITED VERSION
NOTE - Don't go for grammatical errors that will be fixed tell me if this sounds good now.
The atmosphere outside was cool,freezing winds were blowing ceasing every warm thing. Miss Rosie was sitting on the chair napping sweater.She gave a glance at the clock it was half past eleven, she was waiting for Easton her husband patiently.Her face had a glimpse of happiness, but her countanence seemed to be delibrating over some other fact .
It was the season of winter, on the right of the sofa which she sat was a glowing fire which kept the nature cosy, The fire burned giving a dazalling flame the only warm thing in entire nearby .Rosie wore a light pink color- furry coat, her hairs were tied at the backs still some think locks were on her sides, the winter made her cheeks turn pinkish color.
The room was brighly lit, it was painted in recent times so there was this smell of raw paint, everything was cleanly arranged.Outside the window there was heavy snowfall now.The smell of roasted goose was carried all along as Rosie had put a fresh goose in the oven.
It was the second time she made the tea, not fo keeping herself warm, but to kill time by taking it slowly sip by sip.By the time cloxk hit 12 she done with napping the little cap.
Finally the door bell rang, a faint smile was carried with rosie till the door.She felt as if she had been holding something from a millon decades.
"Hey sweety welcome home" she said taking his laptop bag, "why are you so late ?" She asked her voice calm and smooth, she gave a glance her husband, a man who was heavily built he was a tall bloke, with brown hairs ,he hid his happiness but was not left unnoticed by Rosie .
"Well, I was supposed to reach by morning but this weather ..."
Rosie interuppted him ," Forget it, you are sure to be hungry I made roasted goose, change and come to the table" saying she added ,"Did you get gold instead of pages fold that you are so happy?"
Easton didn't reply just to answer he shurrgured and said -"Maybe " and then he was gone to change.
There was something odd as Easton never seemed so happy in a while.She arranged the table with deliciously smelling goose roasted with knife stabbed on back, with toppings of cilantro .The smell of the goose had already made the neighbours dribble .
"How was your trip darling " Rosie said pouring a glass of wine . She was delibrating and proccesing in her mind great no of thoughts shd sat on the chair next to Easton.
"Great, hectic though." He said taking the glass of wine.
"I had to tell you something .." her voice was stammering, she had waited for so long to tell this news to her husband , but before she could finish she was interuppted by Easton
"Later my dear, let me have food ", He said tearing the goose into two halfs .
" Well! Did you meet Louisa there?" Rosie sounded a bit defensive .
"No " he said quavering
" Well well! " her countanence had change, taking a bit of food she glanced easton vividly .
" I have a good news for you, I am pregnant", she said smiling as esamy, hundrend's of feelings was running down her spine. She had already imagied in her mind how Easton was going to react , he would keep all things aside and kiss her,and then pick her up giving rounds and rounds in glee but she thought she would stop him as it could be dangerous.
"OH ! nice wow " he seemed confused was it an occasion to be happy or sad he continued ,"I wanted to say that.... "
Seeing such a dull response a rage of anger slapped her hearty emotions , all her thoughts were shatterted in a second as she could well make out the fact that Easton was not happy.
" Lets celebrate I will get you some more ice",she said and went to the kitchen.
#review #shashwat
JUDGE WISELY #2
Mary was waiting on the air port for the plane to arrive, it was late.She had with her a purse and a packet of cookies. Beside her sat a very strange looking women she was dresses in a purple woolen shawl.
Mary was hungry and there was still some time left so she ripped the packet open, she took a cookie and ate it glancing at her phone .Then she heared a crackle sound the women beside her has not hesitated and she sneeked a cookie .
Miss marry cooled her down giving a vauge look, she thought what ! A mannerless lady, not having a single look of gratitude, she could have thanked me at least .
It continued the lady beside took a cookoe followed by Mary sneeking two pieces to finish as fast possible.Finally the last cookie was left, the lady took it broke it into halves gave one to Mary and ate the other half with a smile painting her face .
The plane arrived then and Miss Mary sat and settled her down, she was dressed in some rich attire but not thoughts as she saw that her packet of cookies were still in her purse.
#review #Shashwat #shortstory
Mary was waiting on the air port for the plane to arrive, it was late.She had with her a purse and a packet of cookies. Beside her sat a very strange looking women she was dresses in a purple woolen shawl.
Mary was hungry and there was still some time left so she ripped the packet open, she took a cookie and ate it glancing at her phone .Then she heared a crackle sound the women beside her has not hesitated and she sneeked a cookie .
Miss marry cooled her down giving a vauge look, she thought what ! A mannerless lady, not having a single look of gratitude, she could have thanked me at least .
It continued the lady beside took a cookoe followed by Mary sneeking two pieces to finish as fast possible.Finally the last cookie was left, the lady took it broke it into halves gave one to Mary and ate the other half with a smile painting her face .
The plane arrived then and Miss Mary sat and settled her down, she was dressed in some rich attire but not thoughts as she saw that her packet of cookies were still in her purse.
#review #Shashwat #shortstory
Meeting with God
Part 3
When she arrived, Will was kind enough to get up and let her have the seat. Her smile implying gratitude, she sat on the rag followed by a moaning sound that was due to her over- ripe age.
Will, he offered her the bag of potato chips as from her countenance he felt that she hadn't encountered such food any time soon.
Hunger can sometimes betray the feelings of shame and shyness, in her brain she waited for a second processing some shameful thoughts about her taking food from a little boy. Still rumbling won over shying emotions she whole heartly took the potato chip bag, her hands were rough, it felt as if she had done some hardcore work her entire life.
After eating a bite her eyebrows reflected a lightness, she took a brief sigh and then put out a big smile looking at him.Will he hadn't seen anyone so happy because of his works, it felt as if the happiness of the entire world had gathered in that one smile.
The clouds by now have grown darker, the rain was approaching earth anytime soon, He took the juice and pierced a small white straw into it, even though the small pieces of potato chip had not extinguished his hunger, juice was necessary, still he offered it to the granny expecting her bright smile again.
As she saw the juice offered, flickring feelings rushed her heart she still took it, as her ravaging was more than anything, no food for a week can make a young bloke faint compared to the little-old woman.
Taking it from Will's hand she passed a faint smile which turned into a bright joyous beam. The way she drank the juice sip by sip the gentleness on her face, the feeling of utter relief it was wonderful. Will grinned seeing her beam .
The clouds by now had started to dribble, if he waited anymore he had to wait for hours before he could go home. He stood up bearing the constant smile on his chubby cheeks, gave a hand to the women, and then carrying his basket he plunged away only to return back and give her a tight hug to see her smile again.
The rain touched the dry earth and gentleness hit the boy's heart. He went back home running, leaping in joy. Sometimes jumping in small ponds that were formed on the road ruining his attire.
When he reached his door, his parents were outside the house because it was dropping inside the ceiling and had big cracks through which water poured. Will's mother didn't even wait for a moment to pass as she saw Will in dirt she slapped him on further inquiry when he had no money she pulled him up to his ears.
"Where is the money!, haven't you earned a penny" anger giving posture to her loud voice.
" I gave it to God '' he said, he had begun to sobb by then.
"There is no God foolish " his father said, giving him a spat, Will bursted in tears and rain throwing the basket prone to rain.
The Old lady on the other end reached her little hut full wet and soaked smile was still constant on her face.
An ugly looking women received her
" Why are you so happy" she asked as if she had never seen her smiling .
" I met God you know, he is much younger than I thought! "
We often misjudge God to be Shiv,Allah or Jesus but for crystal hearts, God is an emotion, God is love, care and warmth.
Be kind to someone and be a little angel and bring happiness in someone's life.
#review #Shashwat
Part 3
When she arrived, Will was kind enough to get up and let her have the seat. Her smile implying gratitude, she sat on the rag followed by a moaning sound that was due to her over- ripe age.
Will, he offered her the bag of potato chips as from her countenance he felt that she hadn't encountered such food any time soon.
Hunger can sometimes betray the feelings of shame and shyness, in her brain she waited for a second processing some shameful thoughts about her taking food from a little boy. Still rumbling won over shying emotions she whole heartly took the potato chip bag, her hands were rough, it felt as if she had done some hardcore work her entire life.
After eating a bite her eyebrows reflected a lightness, she took a brief sigh and then put out a big smile looking at him.Will he hadn't seen anyone so happy because of his works, it felt as if the happiness of the entire world had gathered in that one smile.
The clouds by now have grown darker, the rain was approaching earth anytime soon, He took the juice and pierced a small white straw into it, even though the small pieces of potato chip had not extinguished his hunger, juice was necessary, still he offered it to the granny expecting her bright smile again.
As she saw the juice offered, flickring feelings rushed her heart she still took it, as her ravaging was more than anything, no food for a week can make a young bloke faint compared to the little-old woman.
Taking it from Will's hand she passed a faint smile which turned into a bright joyous beam. The way she drank the juice sip by sip the gentleness on her face, the feeling of utter relief it was wonderful. Will grinned seeing her beam .
The clouds by now had started to dribble, if he waited anymore he had to wait for hours before he could go home. He stood up bearing the constant smile on his chubby cheeks, gave a hand to the women, and then carrying his basket he plunged away only to return back and give her a tight hug to see her smile again.
The rain touched the dry earth and gentleness hit the boy's heart. He went back home running, leaping in joy. Sometimes jumping in small ponds that were formed on the road ruining his attire.
When he reached his door, his parents were outside the house because it was dropping inside the ceiling and had big cracks through which water poured. Will's mother didn't even wait for a moment to pass as she saw Will in dirt she slapped him on further inquiry when he had no money she pulled him up to his ears.
"Where is the money!, haven't you earned a penny" anger giving posture to her loud voice.
" I gave it to God '' he said, he had begun to sobb by then.
"There is no God foolish " his father said, giving him a spat, Will bursted in tears and rain throwing the basket prone to rain.
The Old lady on the other end reached her little hut full wet and soaked smile was still constant on her face.
An ugly looking women received her
" Why are you so happy" she asked as if she had never seen her smiling .
" I met God you know, he is much younger than I thought! "
We often misjudge God to be Shiv,Allah or Jesus but for crystal hearts, God is an emotion, God is love, care and warmth.
Be kind to someone and be a little angel and bring happiness in someone's life.
#review #Shashwat
Judge wisely #4
Symbolical story
The morning rang the bell,but my gardener did not . The plants were all drying up, the beauty that was maintained began to perish.It was noon, plants began to die by then, my servant arehole! . My favourite green flower that blooms once in a blue moon is dying .
He struck the door by the evening, I scoffed him for being late," Have you seen the plants dying ? My Rose, I would hit you If I had a dagger!"
The Rose, had a chance to live if watered well. My servent just went to the well speaking in a husky voice," My daughter died last night"
Some things can be late, some cannot. The flower by then had died in the searing heat; it was the master who chose death and not servant.
Ps : its similar to a story by rabindranath tagore !
#review #shortstory #Shashwat
Symbolical story
The morning rang the bell,but my gardener did not . The plants were all drying up, the beauty that was maintained began to perish.It was noon, plants began to die by then, my servant arehole! . My favourite green flower that blooms once in a blue moon is dying .
He struck the door by the evening, I scoffed him for being late," Have you seen the plants dying ? My Rose, I would hit you If I had a dagger!"
The Rose, had a chance to live if watered well. My servent just went to the well speaking in a husky voice," My daughter died last night"
Some things can be late, some cannot. The flower by then had died in the searing heat; it was the master who chose death and not servant.
Ps : its similar to a story by rabindranath tagore !
#review #shortstory #Shashwat
Life is constant then and now
Don't you get it; you will know,
Lets roll a dice and play a game
Cut life-half; half is now your fame.
Next day I was sobbing loud
As my salary was halved;
Later when I realised,
Expenses too were halved.
My all day diet was divided
But I felt no odd;
Only to realise that
My hunger then was halved.
Days and days went off so fast
My happiness was also half;
Still no fear did linger on,
Because sorrow stayed half feet apart.
Some halves Oh! Went unnoticed,
Like the patience-anger halfs.
Will you call it a change;
A change, a bare change!
My life went just on without effect
As if game had no affect.
#review #Shashwat
Don't you get it; you will know,
Lets roll a dice and play a game
Cut life-half; half is now your fame.
Next day I was sobbing loud
As my salary was halved;
Later when I realised,
Expenses too were halved.
My all day diet was divided
But I felt no odd;
Only to realise that
My hunger then was halved.
Days and days went off so fast
My happiness was also half;
Still no fear did linger on,
Because sorrow stayed half feet apart.
Some halves Oh! Went unnoticed,
Like the patience-anger halfs.
Will you call it a change;
A change, a bare change!
My life went just on without effect
As if game had no affect.
#review #Shashwat