InGeNiOuS

My Dearest Wife, Segments of life do revolutionize and it alters out of the blue. The stuffs you do set to go with, by and large does not materialize. For a variation, for an enhanced prospective it formulates you to step into a pristine way. My way of life, and intend was based on an exclusive thing. The foremost tenet and fuel to my subsistence was analogous from 2004 to 2011. But there some far-reaching things transpired which just wobbled me and rendered me petrified to tackle the most loathsome episode of my life.  When actuality hit me stiffly and I could not move an inch and utter a single thing then at that time I did feel that dream is just an asshole thing.  The break up or whatever people may call it had made me somehow different. I got addicted to such things which say using of it injurious to health. But at that time that was the only best option for me.   I was distracted, unmoved and boring. And that did affect my personal, professional life deeply.  There were not

A man was gawking at me, He has never ending looks. He just called me towards him, And looked differently to my opened hooks.............................. I do not know what that was, But he just asked me to remain silent, I did everything as per him, And he just made me feel some thousand currents................... Tears were rolling down from my eyes, As well as some other fluids, His strong hand and athletic body, Just made a girl like me somewhat solid..................................... I cried for help by seeing every corner, But no one was there to help me out With some armor and threatening word He just warned me not to shout...................................................   Few guys were there with some red color waters, But they did not do anything Because how could they miss A live performance or something................................................... When power became zero and alcohol percentage drooped, He just left me there and went away,

It was raining Maa, It was raining................... The sun was over my head, Throwing its burning rays, But it was raining.............. I could not make out anything about it, The sun was over there but it was raining. At random I brought the mirror of cacha and ogled my face, If truth be told, there was a dire mess, Waters were falling from my eyes. Earthy aroma was not there in that rain, But there was a chain of tears and pain. Salty water made me feel I was crying And someone or something I was missing........... Melancholically, thought for a while, And became downhearted by sitting in the exile. At last got the point.... It was not raining Maa... It was not raining............ But tussling with this ruthless luck, Fulfilling never ending demands of customers.... My heart was missing your caring, Missing your love and sweet words,   And I was just crying. So it’s was not raining Maa............. It’s was not raining, But your only son was crying.