She

The house is full of cries

She is born

Beautiful, soft, like a dream

Her little fingers curled

Her pink face peaceful

As she feels secured

Bundled up in her mother’s arms

Unaware of the attempts

That was made to kill her

Even before she felt alive

And now she is born.

She is like water

Colourless, adaptable

She is living

As others want her to

She has dreams she treasures

But she keeps them hidden

Secured under the chains of her strength

She is growing

And so are her restrictions

And her responsibilities

At the age of 14

She is half a woman already

She knows her house, her people

As good as her own self

But her, she is surrounded

In the pitch black darkness

Of anonymous identity

And she keeps growing

she lives so many identities

but her own

A woman is born

She is blessed

With a white face

And darkness...

PS : This is the first ever guest post on DVD ,as I have recently made the new page about DVD accepting the Guest Posts.This post is written by Tanaya Nath who blogs here.About her I can only say that she is an artist when it comes to Poetry.I have recently started reading her work and It has been just awesome.She was just given a Picture to write upon and she did a marvelous work I must say.

Ah I Wish

Note : This Post has been written for Romantic Friday Writers .The Topic was Three Things I Could have done better .You can Read other entries by clicking the linky at the end of this post.

Ah I Wish - The Journey

Ah I wish I could go back 

to the first day,

When you entered my life

and made it worth living

I wish I could go back 

To the First hour

The moment when we first met 

At the church..

I wish I could go back

When I was so blind 

To see and to foresee,

To know that you were the one

I wish I could go back

To the Moment

When I held your hand

And declared you were mine

I wish I could go back

To see the passion 

In your eyes

You had on our first date

I wish I could go back

And kiss you

With those moist lips

our first kiss

The way we had it 

when we knew it was love

I wish I could go back

When we cuddled and played

With each others hair

The whole day In the park

I wish I could go back

When you wiped the tear 

From my cheeks

When I was sad

I wish I could go back 

To the time

When you cried For me

When I was not Well.

I wish I could go back

To the time

When we fought

over that silly misunderstanding

I wish I could go back

And know what you were thinking

And read your mind

And sorted the issues

And you still would have been mine.

I wish I could 

Make you understand

That I was not at fault

But was a bit Too over Possessive

I wish I could 

Tell you how I feel

With dreadfull Stillness

Inside my heart Without you

I wish I could

Let you know 

I am sorry

For being the stupid

I am 

I wish I could

Show you

How much I love you.

If I could

I wish I could

Do all these things for you

Correct My Mistakes

In time

I wish I could

be with you 

so that these thoughts

do not come and haunt me

I wish I could have

stopped you 

from separation

I wish I could

Just keep on writing

And when I stop

You could again be

Mine................

Rahul Miglani

Chandrakanta

Roopmati, the eldest daughter of the king of Rajgarh, She was the most intelligent girl around Rajgarh and the near by villages.The King of Junagarh, Zaffarulla, who recently beheaded his father to be the king of Junagarh, was in love with Roopmati.Zafarulla followed his father's footsteps of taking over the throne by killing his father, as his father had killed his grandfather to be the King of Junagarh. Zaffar loved Roopmati so much that he married her with in few weeks of meeting her.

One day when Zafar was talking about his future with his family priest , he was shocked to know that he will also be killed by his son and will be dethroned in the same way. He was terrified but never showed his fear to anyone. He had a dangerous plan in making while he was making love to Roopmati everyday and one fine day he proposed the game of changing shapes to her.Both were blessed shapeshifters. Roopmati, even though she was so intelligent, did not realized this was a trap from zafar and she fell right into it , as soon as Roopmati took the shape of a fly ,he swallowed her , thinking that if he could swallow her she would not be able to give birth to the child who would eventually dethrone him.

Months past by and zafar almost forgot about it.But exactly after nine months as he was chilling around the lake around his fort he felt lot of pain in his head.The pain was so much that Zafar had to call his family doctor to actually cut his head and see what the problem was.As soon as the doctor cut his head all were surprised to see chandrakanta fully armored.And now the world could see Chandrakanta.

Chandrakanta became the favorite daughter of Zafar.She was intelligent .she had the strategies which no one could beat.she was the was queen.One day when when zafar was teaching her the arts of armoury which she already knew , Chandrakanta beheaded him and made it appeared as an accident.She had now dethroned him and was the queen of Junagarh.

PS : This story is Inspired the Birth Story of Athena - The greek goddess.

PPS : This story is not to offend anyone , its just a creative inspiration.

PPPS : This story is also a reply to a challenge which was given by Rujuta at the challenge me Page of this blog.

Tagged One More Time

Hello, I have been tagged again by a wonderful blogger here.I am afraid that I have to break this chain of tagging again because I was recently tagged , but i will surely answer her questions.

Questions:

1) Is there any specific time of the day that you set aside for blogging? : 

No , Blogging is just instant.

2) Do you live to eat or eat to live?

 :) : I live to eat.

3) Name some movies you would never mind watching again and again :

 PS : I love you .

4) Which is the best place you have been to on vacation? :

 Honk Kong , Macau.

5) If you are given an option of eradicating any one social evil in India which one would you pick and why? : Female foeticide 

6) Name one bad habit you have been trying to change : 

Talking to myself 

7) Whats your favorite cuisine and food items? : 

Punjabi any day.

8) Share something which a small kid said to you, the memory of which always brings a smile to your face : Today is what I live in , I don't live in memories ;) !!

9) What was the scariest experience you had in life so far? : 

Its a Driving accident , I wont like to talk about.

10) When you are extremely confused about some decision what do you do? :

 Go alone , Go to God think and come back with a solution.

11) Which is your most favourite genre in blogging ? :

 Erotic Romantic short stories.

Thanks a lot Dear for Tagging me .

The Final Goodbye

This is the Entry for Romantic Friday Writer -Greener Pastures


"Beep...beep...beep...beep.." A sudden ring from my cell phone brought me back to my senses.She was calling I missed the call, Ding -Dong and now the door bell rang.


Was that a dream? I got out of the bed , I tried hard to think in my current state of trance. Opened my eyes and had a glimpse of her beautiful face from the door glass, passionately staring at me. She was looking at me in amazement and still looking cute as ever , I ensured myself of my return from a different world.She stood still at the main door as I kept walking towards it to open it.From the door glass I could see she was wearing the long white dress she bought from Singapore during our last vacations.


I opened the door "Can I have the papers?", she asked in a firm voice.


Yes , we were getting divorced , It all started because we could not communicate , yes we could not after I went to Delhi for my new job .She wont understand the pressure at work , I know I  became tense and anxious most of the time.I was always busy planning things for the betterment of our status in the society . She would lie awake in bed thinking about me and I was always busy thinking about the schedule for the days ahead-the calls I would have to make for the project I  was currently working on.I was always thinking of the plans I would have to make about paying the mounting bills. The constant pressure of  many responsibilities weighed heavily on me.


Due to lack of sleep, I guess I  became irritable and short-tempered. She didn’t enjoy her life much anymore with me I guess , We began fighting about our relationship.Once out of my own frustration I  told her that  she was not helping enough around the house.But the reality was she left her job just because we were moving in Delhi for my new job.I guess That was the final nail in the coffin.


I still remember everything from Holding hands under a starry sky, cuddling in the bed , sitting in front of a burning log fire, kissing on her favorite spot at the corner of the lips , walking arm in arm bare foot on a sandy beach,having the bubble bath , kicking leaves on an autumnal day through the woods, sharing a romantic candle lit dinner , eyes meeting across a crowded room , wanting her to be with me , sitting together watching a sunset head on shoulders , feeding each other grapes, chocolate dipped strawberries, sharing a dessert,.

Now , I had no feeling to express; no other gesture to show than giving her a big and long hug and final goodbye.She collected the divorce papers and drove off the car in the car I gifted her three years ago on her birthday.

Tagged Again !!!

Well , I have been tagged by Apala.This is an interesting tagged post, where you get to know more about your blogger friends.

The Rules -
Link back the blogger who tagged you.
You must post the rules.
Answer the questions given by the person tagged you.
Tag eleven new bloggers.
Set eleven new questions for the bloggers tagged by you.
Inform them about the tag.

My 11 Answers -
1. What is the first think that comes to your mind when you hear the word 'Black'? : Bike
2. Who is the most important person in your life and why? : My Family
3. What is/will be your expectation from a relationship with your partner? : Truthfulness
4. If you had not been in the profession that you are in today, what would have chosen and why? : I have been a pilot , I have done half the training for it and left for no reasons.
5. Name something that you do when you are alone and wouldn't do when you are with people. : Talk to myself
6. One crazy thing that you have done in life.: Pee peed in front of a police station after heavy booze.
7. What are you afraid of? : God
8. Any regrets, however big or small it maybe? :No !
9. What would you do if you had a million dollars? : Half formy parents , 40 percent for myself and 10 percent charity.
10. Would you rather have the power to become invisible or the power to read minds? Why? :invisible for sure , remember I am an erotic writer , I can read minds to some extent anyways.
11. A favourite quote. : Life is a just like a video game !!! 2 fighters on either side !! One player is desire and the other is Destiny -- Rahul Miglani

11 bloggers whom I tag -
1.Indu

2.Jaish Vats

3.SSK

4.palak marwah

5.Locomente

6.Ashwini

7.Shruti

8.RujuTa Xavier

9.Kinara

10.Helen

11.Crystal

My 11 Questions :
1.Whats life for you.
2.Whats love for you.
3.Whats desire for you.
4.Whats destiny for you.
5.Whats the craziest thing you have done so far.
6.Whats your favourite quote in life.
7.What motivates you in life.
8.Any regrets in life.
9.Idols in life.
10.Where do you see yourself after 1 year and after 5 years.
11.Words for my blog.

Keep blogging folks .

999 Respect !!!

As a club cricketer I can say that Its is easy to criticize and it is damn difficult to play.I will miss you mark.My respect to you.We will miss your famous slog sweep shot on Indian pitches and the great catches you took on bouncy pitches.Boucher, a 15-year veteran who will close off on 999 catches and stumpings across all formats of the game, quit after undergoing surgery on the severe eye injury he sustained on the opening day of a tour match against Somerset. The 35-year-old admitted he faced an “uncertain recovery” after his three-hour operation on Monday evening.

Mark Boucher, right, will close off on 999 catches and stumpings across all formats of the game after undergoing surgery on the severe eye injury he sustained on the opening day of a tour match against Somerset.
PS : Picture source http://www.iol.co.za/

The Partition

It was early morning in the month of August 1947, I was playing in the backyard when I heard my dad shouting at my mom to stop what she was doing, grab me and run. I thought maybe they were fighting, and didn't realize what was actually going on. I left my toys and started running towards the bedroom but my father grabbed me and we hurriedly boarded the cab waiting outside our home.

It took us 12 hours to reach Lahore but when we got there, people were being massacred, they were killed brutally. I am not sure if they were Hindus or Muslims or paid rioters but people were dying. I still remember, my friend Rehan was killed in front of my eyes just because he was Muslim. Our driver was a Hindu but he refused to go further until we were certain it was safe, you see, I belonged to a Hindu family and my father did not choose to stay in India after partition but we had no other choice.

We could see the railway station, it was about a hundred meters away, but the driver wouldn't move any closer. We didn’t know what to do. Then some soldiers took us to a refugee camp. But my dad was a strong and a brave man. He fought with the soldiers and took the risk of going to the station on his own, I remember I was on his shoulders, still confused and horrified by what I was seeing. It felt as if it took forever but, finally we reached the train destined for Amritsar.

The train driver was a Muslim and he refused to leave for Amritsar without a police escort. We never thought we would ever leave Lahore, I still remember leaving all my toys just as they were when my dad came home shouting and then we left for the station a few minutes later. It all happened so fast.

After we boarded the train I managed to get some sleep. When I woke up the slaughter had already started and I realized I was on someone's shoulders. He was running, running terribly fast and I started crying. "Shut up or else you will be killed....." was the reply from the man carrying me. I realized he was my uncle. I could see bodies strewn everywhere. People were running in all directions. Nobody was interested in picking up the dead bodies, everyone was running for their lives.

"...where are my parents..." I asked. "They have been killed...and if you dont keep quiet you will also be..." I could see the wet trail of a tear that had just rolled down my uncle's cheek. I was shocked and could not speak. I just rested my face on his head as he kept running.

This post is part of the contest A picture can say a thousand words.. on WriteUpCafe.com

Someone is Special Blog Review

Someone is Special Blog Review 

Hello , As a request on the Get your Blog Review Page I am going to review Saravana Kumar Murugan's blog who writes under a pen name Someone is Special and blog is called few miles . Well I went through blog and did a lot of a reading in the past month. The content is good, your language is nice and you have the necessary fluency in imparting the ideas. Following are the few points I would like to underline.

• 1.Content :The content is thoughtful as well as thought provoking as we can see from the suicide post.But the font color kept changing which was not much appreciated.Awesome poetry , I could connect to them,The romantic theme goes well with the content and the music.The choice of words is also great which makes the stories more meaningful.Wishes is my personal favorite.If your content is great half the battle is won but in this case the content is the thing which makes readers like me come back again and again to your blog.I liked the wishes.I liked the the mystery as well , If I had to say I would say the content is full of content here.

• 2.Uniqueness: The website is quite unique in itself ,The Home page will be liked my most of the audience , people who prefer a simple home page at least might differ but over all its likable.The uniqueness might not be found in the labels but it will rather found out in the content which is awesome to say the least.few miles is not a regular blog its a special blog , people look upto the content and come back again to read that's the USP.

• 3.Activity: You have been quite active in replying to the comments and posting new posts on the site as well as linking on the social networking plugins as well.This makes the reader to look forward to your new replies and posts.Way to go dear its a great sign.

• 4.Appearance:The appearance of the site is awesome to say the least.The website has great color contrast ratio which goes very well with almost ninety percent readers.We all love widgets , you have all of them , the page views and flags shows your popularity.there is nothing to say on that.but some how the empty space at home page in the later half of the page is quite strange.you may want to adjust that.(Space between Page 1 of 35 to I PEN FOR).I would have preferred pictures from you than the pictures we can find on Google and facebook on your website.well you cant get 3 lacs page hits if you are not special , so I guess that sums it up.Well as I can see as a normal reader we don't actually find it great if the font color keeps on changing , a constant color for a single post is just about it.You might want to look into this.

• 5.Navigation:The navigation is quite smooth and if people want to know about you m they can do it easily.Bot the Tabs and the pages at the top most position serves their purpose with ease.The reader can smoothly go to all the pages and can get a glimpse of what special ability you have got in all forms of writings.

Rest is all great! You have done a good job with the poems , which are my personal favorites.That's all from me.Keep writing dude many bloggers look up to you.