A box of pencils!!!

Life is a small box

With some pencils and an eraser

Each has a role play

But nothing lasts forever

 

The box opens and the life begins

Its ride on a roller-coaster

Is like those sharp and not so-so-sharp pencils

One pencil is a snake, the other is a ladder

 

We sharpen a pencil

We sharpen another

And so on we go on

Until they're just over

 

Some pencils turn out to be smooth

Like all those glib roads we walked on

Like those superb days with nothing to worry about

Like those giggles which will never corrode

 

They are like our achievements

Like those best things we did for others

We just wish to write with them as much as we can

But one day, the disappear

 

Another pencil then we pick

The moment we sharpen it, it breaks

''Oh crap!'' is what we say

Hell of our lives. That what it makes

 

They're like those rebukes

Like the immortal darkness of our lives

Like all those cruelties we suffered

Like that one doom which made us cry

 

They remind us of those days

When we laid alone. Completely alone

In our beds shedding tears

As if the world was not our home

 

The deteriorated pencils are like our faults

And one of them is like our hamartia

Due to which we couldn't pen

Our stories of happiness and nostalgia

 

But the eraser in the box

Possesses the extreme power

For it represents those urbane people in our lives

Who gave us a second chance

 

And one day, the box lies empty

We utter, ''oh no!''

To buy another box we rush

''Alas!'' the shop is closed

 

We try. We try

But it's too late

Our life ends

Leaving impressions; Oh! so great.

c'mon guys...... temme what lies in your box.....
here's a comment box... send me your stories..
may be one of your stories becomes the theme of my next work!!!!
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tell me your story..... the story of your pencil box......


 NANCY RUSTAGI
:);)

I SHALL NEVER RETURN

Tick- tock, tick- tock, that’s how I speak

Thou shall judge. Thou shall not deem

Higher goes the fire inside me

With every sin thrown by your cruelty

 

A gospel truth, none shall forget

I’m filled with anger, thou shall accept

More thou rise, more thou shall fall

More thou advance, more thou shall be hauled

 

Flow with me, I’ll carry thee

Else, sink in the faded sea

No light shall enter, no help shall be offered

And thou shall be preserved in my coffer

 

Nay! Don’t play tricks. I don’t like

Once a game starts, thou shall not survive

I rule thee. The kingdom is mine

Don’t stare at my throne. Thy eyes shall ignite

 

Move as I command

Into the future, away from thy past

My pace too rhythmic. I’ll not cease

I come. I go. No modifications, please

 

Tick- tock, tick- tock, all truths shall I reveal

Tick- tock, tick- tock, thy wounds shall I heal

Obey my rules and don’t object

Else, thy life shall be wrecked

 

For thee, neither shall I wait

For thy missteps, nor shall I pay

The heaven shall fall, the hell shall rise

To embrace thy beautiful demise

 

No humanity I shall throw at you

For I’m not a human but thy foe

No remnants of body, no remnants of soul

To pulverize thy brutal minds, I shall give my all

 

The laughter of my wrath, so cold and dark

That one day I shall barf

My eyes so reddened with blood

I shall cry soon. I shall destruct

 

Holy minds shall only remain

Others I shall afflict. So much pain

For I’m the king. Don’t fight me

Give it a try, thou shall suffer till eternity

 

 

 

so?? how are u going to utilise me , I mean time......

time never waits, it keeps on flowing

be careful and chill out.....:):););)

your friend....

 

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Some Books To Remember

Hello everyone once again! I am really sorry for the delay. Seeing how you people always read my blog, I have a little surprise for you. Enlisted below are the things I cherish, my favourite books, do try some of them!

1.Paper Towns- John Green

                                              "Forever is composed of Nows"

Those aware of John Green's style might be aware how well he manages to explore emotions and situations, In this case, the emotion, the situation is the futility of life, and the book poses a major question at us, "Is the world we live in real, or is it a 'Paper Town', waiting to crumble?"

Behold the story of Quentin, who is helplessly in love with Margo. Margo comes to his life for a night, and just leaves,,, She becomes the mystery she was fond of. Read on to find out what happens, maybe you get the answer to your question, the very meaning of life...

2. Life is What you Make It- Preety Shenoy

                                                " Never Belittle love"

This is one thought that reverberates around the book, and yet it is not a love story. 

Rather, it is a story of human struggle, battling the bottomless pit of despair, while trying to back up.

This is the story about Ankita Sharma, a brilliant student, a brilliant person, who is seen rocketing up to her dreams, to complete her MBA, to fill that bottomless pit which demands knowledge at rocket high speed. But there is a terrible fiend, which unknown to her, was the cause of her success and would be the hand to pull her down,

A story of motivation, a story to think about for a long time.

3. The Fault In Our Stars: John Green

Hazel is young, pretty and has everything one could wish for, and yet something she doesn't want, Caner. And it was this affliction that kept her away from forming bonds. Then she meets Augustus aka Gus, a cancer survivor, and the two just hit it off. But fate has something all togetherly differently planned,

 A heart warming tale of love, endurance, with ghosts of the quote seen yet again and again

         "The World Is Not a Wish Granting Factory"

I cried reading it, maybe you will too...

4. The Hunger Games- Suzanne Collins

How far would you go for family? How far would you go for survival, not life?

Set in a dystopia, the world has been divided into Districts, under the rule of the Capitol. Each year The Hunger Games are organised, a fight for survival between 2 contenders form each district. Everything went on as usual until one head raised. 

This was Katniss Everdeen, who volunteered for her sister. Now pitted in an arena. Can she survive?

This book sheds a powerful light over the spirit of endurance, how one can endure, one can change, one can rebel. Saying anything more, just spoils the surprise!

5. Half Girlfriend - Chetan Bhagat

"Lets come up to a compromise, I will be your Half- Girlfriend..."

Love strikes Madhav Jha easily under the glarign lights of the St. Stephens College, Delhi. There he meets Riya, the girl of his dreams, who he hopes to make her his.What follows next is a series of yes and no, when Riya finally agrees to be his Half- Girlfriend. But life had other plans for them. 

A tale of passion, of love, of meeting adn going high, of sacrificing for love, for being there always.

I finished it in one sitting, maybe you will too,

 

Till then, read comment and share with me your favourite books.

Till next time,

Nancy

OBLIVION ..... :(

Everyone in this world desires to live a special life which brings him fame, name, money and glamour. We all want to be remembered even after the cessation of our lives. But, one must know, that oblivion is inevitable. There was a time before it and there will be a time, no doubt, after it and perhaps Bhagat Singh, prophet Mohmmad and each one of us will be forgotten. In my opinion, a man possessing fear of oblivion is akin to a blind man possessing fear of darkness. What I will say is thatvwe are not and cannot be special to all but definitely to some who love us and, I think, this is sufficient. Attempting to escape something inescapable will only result in naught. To be remembered, someone must be alive who can remember us. But, I feel, that, one day, a strong tide will hit the Earth and kill off the human species. Thus, no one will be remembered by no one.

Living in this beautiful world

can't be described just by words

but what happens after death

will surely take away your breath

After our deaths we will go

to a place that we don't know

but the cloak of truth who wears

pain and agony is what he bears

We are celestial bodies who want to be stars

it is we who wish to remove all the scars

shroud if remembrance want we

but we can't wear it for eternity

One can't escape oblivion

it is the bitter truth and you can't run

the way we came, that way we'll go

silently, into the inescapable black hole

Oblivion is a side effect of dying

hey!!! I am not lying

like every awaiting letter, we'll be sent

to our destination, which will be our end

None will miss, none will remember

one day, we will not be together

like every novel, our story will get over

devastation and oblivion will only hover

Resurrection... no one can gain

and living the afterlife is a thought in vain

there was a time before it & there will be a time after it

things will vanish and nothing will remain beyond it.

JAPAN----- WooHoo!!!

Paradise with Swans.....

In the Womb of Nature

The endless expanse of sky

has so much to convey.

The blue vault above, "Oh", I utter

but a tint of grey makes me cry.

The azure is often visited by myriad birdies.

Oh! I wish i had feathers too

so that I could touch the clouds

and become the heaven's attendee.

The fleet flow and equable ebb of water,

No! No! No! I can't miss it out.

Its undulating ripples narrate its journey

of the reconciliation of the droplets with the river.

Notice the rain dropping at your feet

that stemmed from the icy fields so frigid.

Evacuate the uptown right now

and dance on its rythemic beats.

The air that fills the empty spaces,

we, living every second at its mercy.

Sometimes a gusty gush, sometimes a placid breeze,

sets off everything to move in grace.

The snow glows white on the mountains.

Its splendor at crack of dawn is a godsend.

Fence in the ideal vibes of the massive massifs,

feel the perpetual peace and let go your pains.

Under the shade of an altruistic tree,

every cataclysm turns to naught.

The rattling of its foliage brings in solace

and a curtain of compassion touches me.

Showers of iridescence fill the world with colours.

The divinity of nature edifies everything it touches.

Oh! i can be happy for eternity

in the warm womb of the intransient nature.