Orphans..

(This is a sequel to the article "An Orphan" which was written by Sumiet in 2012.

http://sumiet23.blogspot.com/2012/05/orphan.html )

Achha.. toh yaha janam dene waale hi is poore janam ka faisla karte hai..
Nahi.. balki janam janam ka.
Kya khaaye.. kya piye.. kaise baithe.. kaise khade rahe..
Aage jindagi main kya bane.. kaise bane.. aur ha.. kiske bane.. yeh bhi unke hi haatho main rehta hai.. 

Matlab kiske saath shaadi kare aur zindagi bitaaye yeh bas wahi tay kar sakte hai..

Here people are just bodies.. and that too granted from them.. yeah from their parents..
They are puppets with no heart and desires within it.
They will do.. or have to do what their parents wish.
It's just like they are born for the only purpose of their parents.
Or that they are living the life of their parents..

What to wear.. they will ask..
How to act.. they will ask..
What to work.. they will ask..
How to earn.. they will ask..
Who to be.. they will ask..
Who to love.. they will ask..
Whom to marry.. they will ask..
And oh.. now how to reproduce they will ask that too...!!
How ridiculous..!! Ain't it ??

But okay.. those Moms and Dads love their children very much.
They take efforts to raise their offsprings at greater heights.
They are the one who have more mind with full of experiences.
So they know what is actually appropriate for their lads.
They control their children expecting the best of future.
They feed their babies.. grow their infants.. teach their kids.. shape their descendants.. and make them the heirs of their remaining fate.
Parents support their girls/boys in their best and worst.. offer them good family and friends.. and also select a worthy life partner for them.
But what about us.. we Orphans ??

Nobody loves us..
We are neglected in dark corners.
Nobody bothers to teach us what's right or wrong and how this world goes.
Nobody feeds us when we are hungry..
Nobody hugs us when we cry.
Nobody holds us when we are broken.
Nobody asks us about our personal lives..
Nobody seeks in our saddened eyes.
Nobody hears our claim..
Nobody here.. neither those parents.. nor their youngsters.

We orphan boys are the most ugliest creatures of this universe.
Ah.. but when a girl is an orphan, she is seen surrounded by multiple relatives and friends.
She is an orphan only to call.
But for we, boys.. life is like a hell..

People don't give us their daughters.. cause we don't have parents and family.
Parents with their girls think that we are not mature and will never be.
We seem criminals for them.. or like road romeos..
They predict that we will never be able to take care of married life.
In fact.. they will like to keep their daughters unmarried forever rather than giving their hands in ours.
They say that we don't deserve love and relationships..

Those Parents are legally powerful.. those Girls are puppets without heart.. and we are helpless by misfortune.

Hence.. We are left alone and unknown...
There is no one for us here to take big life decisions.. like our education, marriage, etc.
Love marriage is illegal for us and we don't have parents who will arrange our marriage.

But does this mean that we don't have any rights to see ourselves married ?
Don't we need the precious thing called love which is showered all the time on rich children ?
Shouldn't we have a good number of friends and supportive family members ?
Shall not we ever get married and be called "Papa" by a sweet baby ??
Do we not have the right to live here as a human ?
Would not we ever know how it feels to be loved ?
Will it never happen that we are living here happily like others ?
Could we ever get free from this curse of loneliness ??

But no.. I guess..
Cause we are not Humans.. we are Orphans...

- Sumiet Talekar

Jane Eyre..

So disheartened is the life.
With this solitary soul centered in the vast open directions.
Not at alone.. but yet lonesome.
Rights are been thrashed upon.. every time and everywhere.
The ways are too long and endless..
Despite.. there is no escape.
Legs are walking.. running.. but without destination.
The quest for genuine is among fake realities.

Someone is hidden out there beyond the darkness.
Someone is keeping the watch.
Someone loves this heart but also has a thirst of warm tears.
The spirit or whatever it is.. is calling.. since the ability of hearing was gifted.
It is paving the way of fate towards itself.
And for that it uses all the means of forces.

It is the peace for which everybody endeavor.
It is the love which everybody ask for.
It is the need for which everybody live.. by hook or by crook.
And this is the soul among that everybody.

There are too many degrees and qualifications here.. advanced educational systems.. but they hold no lessons of life.
Dirty minds and lives are wrapped by beautiful outfits.
The one with power is always great and the other is proved fake.
Millions here have millions of their rules and attitudes.
Turning the head all round lows down the inner strength.
The only vivacity is inside the moral mind and outside of this bodily trap.

Soul has something to say.. but the heart should hear.

Life has something to show.. but this mind should understand.

The morals.. The facts which are never discussed.. should be given a heed.

Tolerance is the thing most useful.. yet have it bounded by a limit.
Hide these tears.. but also flow them out if found a chance.
Love with all the heart and body.. but don't break the rules.
Live with a lovely one.. but legally.
Don't face the boundless passions.. just run away till you find a place of magnetic field.. a field of love and contentment.
Quit thinking of the things which can't matter your existence.
Do return.. the right track should be fueled by repentance and shouldn't be hindered by ego.
Listen to the silence and not those people.

Be simple and direct.
Make ups are only for those who have ugliness to hide.
Keep the tongue sweet but at times bitter when it comes for truth.
Have shame of flaunting about a non valid matter.
Innocence.. Image.. Virginity.. Trust.. Love.. are the things which are once gone can't be returned.

Love is a primordial phenomenon which has been evolved since generations and which is yet to resolve..
Love can never be taught.. can never be forced or make experienced.
It is natural and it has been practically implemented by love idols.

Love has many forms.. many phases.. many names..
Love has revived through many crises.. has travelled through many mediums..

Love is everywhere but is tied by a string.. string which bonds together..
Only the need is to seek its end.. to hold it.. and to treasure.. like Jane Eyre..

- A reprise by Sumiet Talekar

When you love me..

Everything is fine.. Everything is sweet..
The world seems so beautiful..
There ain't any stresses.. may be they are, but they don't matter.
I've got an escape from this cruel and selfish world.

I've got my life.. I've got you.
No need of friends or family.. No thirst of fame.. No dependence on money.. No nothing.. Bus only you.

It's you on whom I am up to..

Your hands are like warm cushions.. holding them gives me support.
Your smile is my pleasure.. I forget my pains.
The Hug you give, makes my beats settle and removes fear from my mind.. fear of my destiny.
Your sweet breath empowers my nerves with enthusiasm.
I see my world in your eyes.
It's your voice which is the only sound here that is not harsh on me.
Nothing provides me more comfort than your cozy lap.

You are my friend.. My only well wisher.. My only treasure..

It seems you are a magic..!!
Or you have a magic !
All turns well when you give a touch..!

I feel to hold your waist, to hug you, to kiss you on your neck.. to whisper in your ears and give a heartily thanks to you.

Oh my Honey.. how it would had been great if you had came here too out of my dreams..!

I want to meet you in reality.. I want to..!!

Cause you are the only bliss for me.. Only life for me where I can walk this journey peacefully.

I feel worth.. I feel blessed.. I feel like a baby when you love me.. when you love......!!

- Sumiet Talekar

Parents ??

(NOTE FOR READERS : There are many mysteries between human beings which are never solved and many feelings which are never expressed..

Here the writer has dived in a dark depth to light on some shameful hidden side of Human affairs..

It's controversial and needs extraordinary thinking..

Readers who won't be able to conclude the moral, please discontinue..)

I love my parents.. I can't live without them..

They are more than my God..

I can't leave them..

They have strived for me like nobody else..

I owe my life to them..

And Blaa Blaa..

You people need to think twice.. 

"Who were you before your birth ? 

Who were your parents before that ?

Toh aap Beto aur Betiyaan apne Maa Baap ke saath hi shaadi kyu nahi kar lete ?

Why do many moms and dads offer their offsprings a miserable life of poverty ?"

Now say..

"How much enjoy your parents did on their bed to produce you ?

How many of your siblings they had aborted and are still aborting by using pills and wears ??

Why your parents don't love these unborn kids ?

Why your mother has killed hundreds of your baby siblings in her life through her menstrual waste ?

Why your father drops thousands of babies like you on his bed every 15 to 30 days (or more) ?

Why many mothers exploit their sons and fathers exploit their daughters sexually ?

How much force they apply to fulfill their dreams through you ?

How can they ruin a boy or a girl's life for sake of you ?"

Think..

"They gave you a birth.. but with that they have given you a death too.. which you're going to face one day..

If they have shown you this world and its happiness.. then also they have shown you all the bad things here by which you are suffering till now..

And that's the reason every one of us does cry while taking birth..

Itni meherbaani Maa Baap agar hum pe karte.. to hum kabhi rote rote paida na hote.. aur naahi rote rote marte...!!"

Accept it.. Or ignore it..

Truth is truth..

Truth is bitter..

Bitter is hidden..

Hidden is a Sin..

And what else are these Parents ???