Title:  Story of Red"

                                             (Mood: (Hollow mind shouting with the echo of its noise))
                                                             
                                                                 Written at my homeplace
                                                            
                                Lesson:  Promoting 'Racism' is ending 'Peace' and promoting 'Wars'
        ( Racism' is just an ideology and should not be adopted as a criterion of any kind of decision making )

     (Assume that colours too have life and all those emotions which you have, Sorry, I won't contradict my own  statement in the end because my assumption is right)  

  This story has its own way of expressing discrimination among different colours led by a society which colours can also feel and among all, Red has complaints as :

White is peace, blue is ocean deep, green is a natural beauty, brown is the soil which feeds, black is never auspicious like a deadly doomsday, pink and purple are just perfect, yellow is the fire. 

                                      Red is still confused for it has no fixed attire



                                                                           I am red 🔴 

I am running inside you every moment as blood, 

I am carrying oxygen to the lungs to make u feel 'Not dead', still my hard work is never pronounced. Oh!  I am Red😒

I wonder, how this world discriminates me on the basis of my existence in different places. Every ceremony is decorated with Red, love is red, the festival is red, her bindi

Choodddi, lehenga, sindoor, all are red. I am spreading happiness all around with me as Red still they highlight me on the danger and warning boards 

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RED HAS NO ATTIRE OF ITS FIT

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I am sad for still calling me impure when this Red is what her Uterus Shed (*Menstruation*). I wish I could be celebrated the same way when on Holi(festival in India), I spread in the air to touch the sky with no sorrows in my Head, and Yes I am Red  🔴 

Ask them Eating gutka and spitting Red is fine for you but since how long you will abort that girl child and shed me outside Her ( mother) body to erase my existence since u don't have a baby boy for your family to move ahead. (*female foeticide*)

Remember I am Red 🔴if you can be categorizing me on the basis of places where I sit on the bed. I am warning you to stop these stereotypes until my lips are sewed for being dead. 

I am  Red🔴 as beautiful as that garden of Roses which are just Red, now decide as Its on your head just decide my place if I look good on Santa Claus to celebrate Christmas after sunsets or I am still a sign of stop or danger as you interpret.

Red colour: One Society

Different places of Red: Different cultural and moral values of people in society

Be not a person of one community rather be the responsible person for humanity 
( different colours represent the diverse nature of Beautiful India! )
Like red we must fit in every attire means we must accept every person without choosing on the basis of caste, religion, sex, community or anything else 

                                                               Title:  That One Lady!


                                              (Mood: (Nostalgic and Happy)-Ironical though)
                                                              Written in my workplace
                                                            
                                                             Dedicated to my mother
                                    (Lesson: Female is 'future', Female foeticide is 'killing future' )
                                                       

                                                         Birthday is always special!  

'Behind every birthday there is a story of a lady 

who tolerated the highest levels of pain-Respect that lady"

  

    I always had room to stay which was very shady

    for nine months my universe was only the Womb of that lady!

   I had a big room to play, slide, roll and kick

   for my tantrums to fulfill, she mostly fell Sick!

  I was now fully grown to enter the world like a princess with a sword

  for no reason, she tolerated that immense pain when I was detached from her umbilical cord!

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   I came out by forcing her to stretch her skin and her veins

  for my happiness filled with a cry when I came, she gently smiled, held me with no sign of pains!

  It was my first experience when my coming out was celebrated in a grand way

  for everyone has a reason(my arrival) to celebrate, she softly held me and kissed

  my forehead, for now, she had unbearable happiness and had silent words to say

  Wonder how GOD can be such a magnificent artist 

   who help me know that My Mother is a reason that I exist

 

                                           Title:  Traveller without Ticket!

               

                                                  (Mood: Unmindful, road accidents)                                                      

                                                      (Written during Road Journey)                                  

                                                 (Lesson: Always follow traffic rules )    

                                

                                              

 My arrival was celebrated by this world, everybody knew that I was another same traveler like them. We all were passengers of the same train called LIFE. The only difference: We were traveling without tickets because nobody knew where this journey will END. Ticket cutter of this train is said to be the most brilliant Person with special ability to be a Best Creator, best Destroyer!

All of us in the train believe in different conductors but in the end, everyone knew they are actually talking about the same. Not everyone is allowed to enter in this train but when they enter their fete is decided in the form of tickets. Here Conductor is too smart, he decides the destination and chose to drop till their END comes. 

I grew up in this life like a train and saw different faces of those people traveling with me, sometimes they fight for money and land, sometimes for religion, sometimes they just feel envy with others happy hand. Ohh! I wonder the ticket cutter always treated all passengers as same, taking the charge of everyone's sin was only his aim

I always wonder, why everything is so unstable, why nothing is permanent for which Conductor answered brilliantly,  "I need to filter evils out of goodness but evil when burdens me, I take goodness to compensate those evils"

We are just travelers, let's travel this with lots of energy, lots of happiness and brotherhood, coz no one knows where this journey is going to END.

Let's not think about long term goals, let's make the present best and plan for the next minute, not for next year.

    Sometimes what u plan when not explored, it pains and you stop caring about the present.

                Let's be in present, live it, love it and make out the best story in this journey 

Coz we all are some chapters, some stories at the end.

Let's make it the best one!

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