Nidhi Katoch blog

We always watch and admire,  who knows to talk, who is helpful,  who doesn't hesitate to take help either,  We look for the faces and smiles,  make friend with him or her and move with our lives.  Without realizing there's someone who deserves more,  who just can't put up the words together,  who knows how to do but not to show,  because of reticence.  We ignore the soul and the heart who is with us but falling apart,  and keep looking for the upcoming feeds of the pretty faces; because they show more without any sense,  they show their fake happiness and false pain, immense.  They ask for attention for no reason, but we give them our all. It's our nature, it's our brain, but we let them toying with it.  And when the mirror of illusion breaks, we see the real souls,  But now the time has gone,  never to comeback again. 

Nily and Niah had gone to their maternal village for holidays. The beautiful village had a stream of water on the east and a river on west. During rainy season the reckless music of waters fills the whole village.  Nily had love for windows since childhood. She always chose the room where nobody sleeps, so that she could look outside the window during night. She used to wake up for hours. The golden light of yellowish electric bulb on the outer wall of her room illuminated the water droplets on grass and surrounded by the moths. She loved how the fireflies came inside her dark room through the little hole in window's net. She had enjoyed the music of night birds and insects, the fragrance of night flowers. She used to laugh with rain and chat with moon. Moon sometime played hide and seek  with clouds and Nily used to say in her mind, "Now moon! hide!, oh! Moon come outside". The moon sometimes acknowledged her commands and sometimes not. But she firmly believed that moon

Myriad memories of the  dark past come at once,  I tried hard to obliterate, everytime it hurts.  Under the ashen skies I seek refuge,  Only the downpour is my friend to hide this remorse huge.  Someone far away in hills saying the eulogy,  Today is the funeral of an innocent dream, I'm the sinner of this cruelty. 

In a room full of opinions  telling vices and virtues,  superficial attitudes, heedless,  fake sympathy and compassion,  She decided to Stand,  Alone and Silent.     ~They call her Wallflower

The sun of hope rises,  Along the grey clouds, brings shower,  Fall on the grass blades,  Sunlight and rain dance together, The young birds are learning to sing,  feed and how to fly,  Petrichor rises and filled  the whole surroundings,  The view of Rainbow on the northern sky is astounding.  The earth bathe in colors and the flowers of love bloom. 

Take me to a far place tonight,  where I write lyrics  and you sing those lines,  Song of love or of happiness.  When the moon shines and dazzled the world,  Let's dance with stars and match your steps with mine.  Take me back to our old place,  when the sun rises,  Paint me in your color,  like the flowers and butterflies paints the whole earth,  This way, you fill my  heart with endless mirth.