Who are in love . . .

Love is painful

Terrible, horrible, scary

For those

Whose get failure in love

Love is waste if time

Injurious and dangerous

Whose don’t get the love.

Love is a slow poison

Whose marry their love

Don’t believe me

Ask them who are in love.

First Love of a Girl

He stands always outside the college,

only got a glimpse on mine,

without exchange a word followed behind me,

My friends told that he loved me,

But why he couldn’t even try to talk with me?

Six months passed still I didn’t even know his name,

But inside my heart

his innocence created some space,

without my knowledge!

He always wore a red colour shirt,

formal and properly ironed,

combed his hair with oil and gel

like he had interview which he must be attend.

One rainy day,

I was going to college,

in way I found him stood under a tree and waited.

To give him a chance,

 I stopped myself.

I was nervous,

still went and stood his beside under the tree

hoping and praying to God to give him courage.

 His hands were quivered,

In cold or because of nervousness

I don’t know,

still he managed to say ‘hi’.

I couldn’t believe my ear

but I said ‘hi’ in return.

“I am Samar’ he said

after just formal introduction

he asked me my phone number.

I thought a while

but gave my phone number in a paper.

I waited for three days,

he didn’t phone me back,

not even come to college.

I was felt humiliated,

Was it just a game for him

to get my attention?

was he ever love me?

Or something bad happening with him.

I sobbed, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat

Might be I made a mistake

I mustn’t be fall in love with that random guy.

Next day, suddenly,

Samir entered inside the class

Looked at me with a big smile

Wearing a white dress,

looking handsome like always,

Smile brought in my face,

But I heard my best friend’s yelling

Samir disappeared like a smoke

I understood in was just my imagination.

‘Class is suspended,’ my friend told. ‘Let’s go home.’

‘Why?’

‘Because . . . Samir,

the boy who had a huge crush over you

died in a road accident.’

I was shocked

tear fell down from my eyes,

I wanted to see him for the last time,

So, I asked Samir’s address,

rode in bicycle, used my whole strength

but till I reached his body was brunt

  I couldn’t even see him for last time,

With him I panned my whole future…

I was broken down for some months,

It was taken much more time to recovered.

yes…

it was my first love

my Samar …

and he has taken a special place in my heart

ever and ever…

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Unforgettable love

You can’t forget me
Because you love me
You might marry someone
Sleep with someone
having child of your husband
But you always love me
It’s not my confident
It’s your eyes
which still have picture of mine…

My writing desk

It’s the place where I write my poems, novels and stories. My writing process is quite different, first I write a first draft in paper, then I develop the story in my PC. I always forget name of characters of my story and their personalities, so to help myself, I write all characters name and little bit about them in my wall over drawing papers as you can see in the picture below. Specially for the current story I need it most as number of characters are more than hundred.

What’s your writing style?

People of God

Every religion is good, but don’t listen any so called people of God.  They actually have no knowledge, if they have knowledge they must be got Nobel prize, haven’t they?

Religious people or people of God only memorise some lines written by others, they have not actually written any book, or invented anything, they have no vision. They are like a kid who only memorises lines without knowing the proper meaning. So don’t take them seriously.

Blind followers of God

Men, who follows any religious book or any religion blindly will definitely become evil one-day, because it’s presented by some of the stupid men in the world, you find such idiots in every religious place who claims themselves smarter than stephen hawking.

we don’t care what is in Quran, Bible or Gita. We don’t care about any fucking lines. Don’t repeat some lines from any religious book again and again without knowing the proper meaning, it’s really irritating. No matter who are you, but You are not God so you are not capable to find out actual meaning, so don’t say it.

Only humanity matters, if their is no empathy, no helping nature, no love then you are not even consider as a human, no matter which God you follow.

Friends

Friends,
deeper relation than blood
with whom you feel happy
and don’t scare to be judged.

Friends, with whom you laugh
without caring about world
don’t scare to share your dark secret
and don’t hesitate to call them
at any moment.

Friends
who criticize you most
but if other did
They jump to your support

Friends
those idiots always forget your birthday
if there is some work
they gives hundreds of excuses
but when you are in trouble
they stand beside your always.

Friends, without whom
you story can’t be written,
when you become successful
may be no one take their name
but you only know

You are successful because of them.

Festival of colours

Every colour represents a different and unique emotions,
Holi is a celebration of emotions,
celebrations of colours,
and celebration of our colourful life.

Red-Passionate, aggressive, important
Orange- playful, energetic
Yellow- happy, friendly, warning
Green-natural, stable, prosperous
Blue- serene, trustworthy, inviting
Purple-luxurious, mysterious, romantic
Black-evil, unhappiness
White-purity, innocence
Brown-strength, reliability
Pink- romantic, joy, creative

One paragraph of my Book ‘ Leader of millions’

Leader of Millions
‘Successful people become successful because they know life doesn’t come to an end with success or failure. Life is long enough to do more. Successful people know how to celebrate failure. They love to fail and know how to transform failure to success. There is nothing that you can get by luck. Even to win a lottery, you have to purchase a ticket. Look at the light. It was invented by a partially deaf boy, named Thomas Edison. He failed approximately 10,000 times while he was working to invent a light bulb.’

Be a leader

Be a human first,

Why do you need salute of subordinate?

Why can you do your own work?

Why do you need a serveant?

Arrogant men love to rule,

But leader loves make friend,

They treat everyone as equal,

Be a leader,

its better,Don’t become an arrogant and idiot,

May be your servant couldn’t say anything in your front,

But they never love you as a person…