The Wanderer

I may be naive to the poetic world, but I am testing my waters. On the occasion of World Poetry day , I want to share the poem I rendered through my voice. Here it is 

The dream I had about my Name...

Sometimes the dreams you may have during the sleep are interesting and fascinating too. Often we forgot most of the sequential events happened in the dream, but remember a few after we wake up. I want to tell you an interesting dream I had (I think I am going to remember this date 11/23/2015). This is the dream about how I got my name as Vajra. Before going into the story let me tell you how I got my name actually.  According to my parents, my tatayya(My Father’s father) proposed the name as Vajra Kanth. It’s my mother who suggested the name to be as Deep instead of Kanth(In Indian Context Kanth and Deep means Light) and so that's how I got the name as Vajra Deep. Coming to the Subject….I had a Dream In the dream I saw my grandfather writing on the black board ( He was a Teacher by profession ) explaining how he proposed my name and how Vajra is related to Gandhi. I don’t really remember the complete dream but I know he also said about the river. The first thing I done afte

Zindagi Kaala Hain

Ankhon ke peeche aasoo hain Mann ki gaharahi mein Dardh hain Lekin Chehre ki Muskurahat kam nahi hothe Shaam toh guzaar gayi Raat toh aagayi Lekin Zindagi ki gaadi chalthi hi hain Raath toh Andhera hain,Saath mein rakshas hain Haath ka nishana ,Laath ka peetai Anth tak toh rehtha yeh Narak Paani  ka Leher hoon mein Kanch ka tukuda hoon mein Toot gaya mera khwaab ye zindagi ke bazaar mein Baatoh ki Pravah Chup Jathi hain Saas mein darr baitha hain Raathh toh Kaalihain,lekin  Din bhi Kaala Hain, Pic Credit -

Dil Se Dekho

దిల్ సే దేఖో Life  ని ఒక కొత్త స్ఫూర్తి తో జోర్ సే బోలో I Can  Do It అనే ప్రగతి పధంతో అప్పుడే   అప్పుడప్పుడే , ఎప్పుడో ఎప్పుడెప్పుడో   అంటూ మదనపడుతూ చింతిస్తావా ? ఇప్పుడే ఇంకిప్పుడే ! ఇక్కడే   ఇంకిక్కడే అంటూ   నీ మనస్సు   మౌనాన్ని   వదిలేస్తావా? ? పరితపించేది ఎప్పుడు ? ప్రయత్నించేది ఎప్పుడు ? పరుగులు తీసేది ఎప్పుడు ? పులకరించేది ఎప్పుడు ? తమస్సుని తరిమేస్తూ , ఉషస్సుని ప్రతిబింబిస్తూ ఈ తపస్సుకై నీ మనస్సుని మళ్ళించు!      ఈ అక్షరాలే నీకు ఆయుధమై , నీ లక్షణాలే నీకు సాయుధమై లక్ష్య సాధనకి అడుగులు   వేసేయ్! కలలే   నీ ఆశలై , కళలే   నీ శ్వాసలై   విజయ రెక్కలతో విహరించే సే య్! దిల్   సే   దేఖో  Life   ని   ఒక   కొత్త   స్ఫూర్తి   తో జోర్   సే   బోలో  I Can  Do It  అనే   ప్రగతి   పధంతో P.S - ఈ కవిత రాయడానికి Inspiration కేరింత సినిమాలోని  Thanks To Zindagi పాట  Pic Credit - వజ్ర అలేఖ్య 

55 Fiction - The Confused Question

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 57 ; the fifty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Madhu Vajpayee , the author of Seeking Redemption and Shades Publications , the publisher of Friendship- Bonds Beyond Time .  Hands are on the edge of the rock. Downside is hollow with lush greenery. The moisture on the hands led to slippery and Rohan is in air now. Help! Help! Shouted Rohan. Hold My Hand responded a Monster from Nowhere. Where are we going now? asked Rohan . Depends on all your sins answered the Monster. The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked here . To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . Participation Count: 06.

THE SECRET - In Search of Treasure

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 56 ; the fifty-sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write.  Hurray I found it. Hurray I found it shouted Krishna when he found the box for the treasure.  Krishna lives in a tribal village called Trissapur. Krishna and his troop are involved in the treasure hunt for almost a decade from now. The people here are facing with troubles. The remote village constraint made the village to suffer from many problems. The literacy rate is less, there is no proper electricity, the lands are barren and it’s hard for the farmers to produce the necessary crops. There has been many times the village head petitioning the government officials about the village but the promise from them is not always fruitful. The villagers have seen the political leaders only during the 5 years term of elections. Situations are becoming worse day by day. They need to travel miles for the water and for household needs. W

An Act of Keeping Myself Happy

The more I think of what to do, the more I go into depth of what to write. After prolonged sessions of thinking I came to withstand with a topic of being human being. Sorry erase that let’s talk about movies. Hmm most of my posts are movies why can’t I change the topic to some other interesting stuff.  Hmm How about food then? Hmm yeah I try to go deep into the aromatic and delicacy of food thinking of the food. But, naah! Let’s not get into food now. Thinking of food more and more makes me to run into kitchen to grab more of junkie in my tummy. How about Music then? Yes music is a great way to keep myself boosted with more spirit and increase the spirit to think of more to write.  Not just writing but music is the metaphor of many events and actions. For an instance the Instrumental music or any slow music you play when you cook make you to get interested in cooking with more excitement. Same applies when you listen to the Classical Music or Blissful music when you meditate