Fiction Wins Over Fakeness

In my all sorts of the poem, I have tried to describe one man of my fiction land which I thought neither either exists in reality. But maybe this universe wants me to try a few adventures before I go to my deathbed. And with the topsy-tardy journey of life, I met someone who is truly a man of his words.

A man, nay, let me call him A Gentleman. The voracious reader here can call this curator, a crazy soul after him because he is the one who knows how to respect a woman and he is the classic example of being raised by a queen. No matter what. No matter how much uncertainties have arrived, he simply knows how to handle those storms wisely.

For a chirpy soul like me, it's hard to choose whether I want to jump into this lake of love or let me just sleep. But I am glad I took a deep dive and pleasantly living this fiction life. I neither care about the destination anymore since 'Live in the present moment' is the only mantra.

Thanks for existing.
Mitali

HIM!

Whom I've  never seen,

Has always supported me,

He loved my madness,

My craziness,

My fairy tales,

My dreams,

Who motivates me to read Vivekananda,

I'm his Paris chick,

And shall be forever.

He's the one,

With whom I've spent my teenage and my early 20's,

I was his youngest girlfriend,

And he was my beardo boyfriend,

Life was pretty tough for him,

But his mentor settled it all,

He has got her better half now,

She's her another shadow,

But I'm his Paris chick,

Dearest  Alghaari (Traveller),

I'm thankful for your presence hippie,

You're a married man now,

But you're my special stone.

When i will be in my 60's and you in your 70's,

We will meet again,

Before you meet your almighty,

I will hug you for the last time my hippie,

And then you will move ahead.

Mr. Tall guy!

Dearest himachal,

Many amazing souls have been to you and you've inspired many humans in many magical ways..

Your white carpet has given us a magical land where love and acceptance exists. 
You've made us strong and enough courageous to handle the obstacles of human life.

Life have shown us many twists and turns in the same way you've to your top. 
But your white magic has vanished our negativity in our self corners. Your thoughts teaches me peace and forgiveness.

"Your magic has spoilt our generation in such a way that humans are turning into globetrotters."

Baby boo, you're damn special to us. 
Some souls would be leaving for you in coming times. And some would be filling up their piggy banks just to reach you.

A beautiful house around you with a tiny little stream resides nearby resides in every one's dream land.

Sometimes,
You're a hipster's girlfriend,
And a photographer's favourite click,
A place for lovers,

Sometimes you're,
Santa's Christmas destination,
And my final decision.

I don't know which charm you carry my love, my heart skips a beat after exploring you again and again in my thoughts.

Though I've never been to you, but I will live, love and will die in you!

Coming soon! :)

With love, 
Your hipster!

Worth!

We the growing souls have read millions of articles regarding we shouldn't hurt humans. Like seriously. Does that move really satisfy you? It has two different faces.

1. Don't hurt those humans who've  hurt   you in your past life, and that's maturity.

2. We shouldn't  hurt them for our inner peace.

The above mentioned are our two different faces which keeps on affecting our hearts and minds. But we all are aware that "Pain is informative and necessity." I am not telling you to hurt them like anything but if they will realise  pain they will realise their mistakes and will realise your worth. You can make them realise with silence as well. Because silence is the most powerful weapon anyone can use for bringing change.

So hurt them with a vision of bringing change!

Jahaan!

Neeli si vaadiya,
Jaha rehti he teri pariaa beganii,

Yahan wahan,
Sara jahan,
Mera to jahan rehta he tere dil vich,

Aakhe he tarsi tere didar karne ko,
Sataana kum kar teri heer nu,

Ghumakad bana dala he tere nashe ne mujko,
Ki pahadan banke ghumu tere shehar vich nu,

Sapney jaisa dikhta he ye jahaan tera,
Chotaa sa ye desh teraa,
Dikhta he dekha sa,

Chor charke sab nu,
Tenu dundhe meraa dil,
Rehta he tu yahi,
Wahi kehta he Meraa dil,

Karne tera didar ai me pahadan,
Tenu meraa sputnik banake rahegi ye pahadan!

Picture credits- Mitali Mehta

What's next?

Looking into the mirror,
Inner devil keeps on murmering,
What's next??
What's next??

Hang on,
If that devil says,
What's next?
That strected smile on your left cheek wants something else,

You need to abolish your solace to find out your different version,
You gotta do hell of exploring,
You gotta change your dreams into realities,

What's next??
What's next??
Will never stop its carousel,

You gotta find yourself,
You gotta understand what that smile says,

You wanna own it all,
Everything is working,
Or maybe it's not working,
You desires for something next,

Levels of life are different,
And so your desires are,

Suming up everything,
There resides a level,
Where everything is yours,
And you just wanna get lost,
Because there resides your Soltitude,
And that's your another desire devil asks for!

Sunday thoughts!

Hey. This is especially for all the travellers I've ever seen till this date. I hope you all would be doing fine. We all are travelling for some and the other reason. Maybe when we started travelling we did it with a belief that we will get another version of ourselves which will be shocking and with many such assumptions. But when we actually travelled, We've learnt forgiveness, this tall mountains have taught us how to stand tall with strong willpower, winds have kissed our souls and purified our every single negativity, our perception regarding any random thing has changed, we've realised that this world is amazing and it has got beautiful people with different perceptions and it's okay if they doesn't match with us, we've realised that the only thing we actually wants is love. Love has made us much more stronger then ever. I know we all have read some amazing posts related to travelling  and purest connections.

So as we've travelled as much as we can and of course we gonna travel more no matter what. As our generations seeks love rather then luxuries. Though we will work in corporates but with a passion of saving money for bike trip to ladakh and to never return. We're stuck in a place where we even wanna get out but somehow we will fly away soon. No matter what. We people live day by day. We don't even care what gonna happen tomorrow and that's the perfect definition of enjoying our present time. So as we've travelled a lot and I'm sure I will get the shades of perception of my question. So the question is " What is love for you?"

Awaiting!
With love,
Mitsi

Let's get Independently independent!

Happy independence day to my country people. But are we really independent from our so called society barriers? Are we really independent from corruption? Are we really independent from our mentalities regarding womens and there development? There are big number of childrens getting married in their childhoods. We talk about independence are we really independent? 

Womens are not allowed to go outside after 11pm from the fear of getting raped. And even if she will get raped it will take years to punish him. These cases aren't just happening in Rural areas but even in Urban areas of India. We're aware of "Freedom of speech and expression", but we're scared of being honest.

Mr. Karamchand Gandhi taught us so many beautiful things which can leads to our real development. But except some number of people, everyone is interested in doing things which can provide them some percent of profit.

We're celebrating every single festival with our families. Do we ever realise what about our soldiers who are actually fighting for our country. They're the real heroes of Our country who are protecting our borders so that we can sleep well. Summer, winter, or monsoon, these are just names for our heroes. None can stop them from protecting us.

There are uncountable number of travellers, photographers, social workers, celebrities, doctors and many more who are actually making a change in our country from their profession itself.

Let's not celebrate this 15th August as our another holiday. We all are celebrating our 70th independence day, but let's actually change ourselves by making some change in our Gandhi's Incredible India.

Let's get Independently Independent!

        Peaceful border of Indo-China (Nathula               pass-sikkim)

Your Everything!

She's a wild Princess,
Wrapped up in gypsy glory and wildness,
Vivacious dreadlocks and chaos of mess,
Covered by bohemian jewellery from top to bottom,

She's,
A dreamer's wish,
A Traveller's pride,
A Capturer's focus,
Stranger's best kiss,
A random friend of some youth,
A Footballer's fantasy,
A gentleman's honest wish,

She's a wild Princess,
Wrapped up in gypsy glory and wildness,
Vivacious dreadlocks and chaos of mess,
Covered by bohemian jewellery from top to bottom,

She's,
A tiny stream which travels your skin every single time,
She's that teesta which flows everywhere with some unanimous tags,

Oh darling,
You want her to be your darkest secret,
She's born with that stardust light which you can never blow,

Unfortunately a wild princess darling,
Wrapped up in gypsy glory and wildness,

Flauntingly flaunting herself,
She teaches you to be yourself,
She's born to serve you your inner light, Which is lost somewhere..
Which is lost somewhere..

Picture credits- google

THAT NIGHT!

In the middle of night, everyone was sleeping but the wanderer was still awake in her mascara infused eyes.

She was staring at the moon who visits her window every single night.

Thoughts were playing hide and seek on her mind and she was confused about the reason that she should wander or she should or not.

Hell of reasons she thought about and ignored,
Hell of people she thought for and ignored,
Hell of the times she ignored this thought of wandering.

Hell of the times she was broken by people's humiliation and taunts. She wanted to break that cage forever which was forcing her to live some daily routines.

She was cursed by every human being just because just because she was fat and they thought she won't be able to do anything in her life.

But they never knew "Anything was her the only right path".

Pretty the moon was by her side that night,
He made her family sleep tight that night,
She packed her bags silently,
Carrying away all the amenities,
She took some random train that night,
Overcame all her fears that night,
She sat on the stairs of some train that night,
She thanked the moon uncle with some happy tears that night,
Landed to some random destination that night,
And living her gypsy life since that night!

Kashmir!

E-ishwar, E-khuda
Teri to ruh basti he uss Kashmir me,
Apni basti ko kaise jalaney diyaa tune,
Tere banaye putlo ne kyaa khel kara dala,
Ki apno ne apno kaa gala kaat diya,

E-insaan,
Swarg ko narkh bana dala tune,
Itna bedard tu kaise bana,
Ki apno ko jalaa dalaa tune,

Firdaus rutha he aaj tujse,
Chakna chur jo kr dala uske Kashmir ko tuney,
Ishq ki nagari ko maut ka kabristaan bana dala tuney,

Kehta he firdaus,
Masum ki akho se dekh us Kashmir ko,
Ishq hi ishq dikhai dega tuje,
Chehak uthega tera man,
Aur naach uthega tera aangan,

Payega apna sukoon Dal mein,
Kho jaa mere Kashmir me,
Fir-na krna esi gustakhi,
Khuda bakshega nai tuje uski riyasat me,

Rokta jaa iss dehshat ko tu,
khuda naaz krega tujpe,
Jahaan naaz krega tujpe.

Picture credits:- aamir