My Dearest Chronicles

     "Miss you Maa", the phrase itself says it's whole story. This poetry brings out the pain that most of us face or are destined to face in this world and is something that we can't just run away from or can skip this feeling if he are lucky enough to have felt a mother's love and care in our lives ever.      The pain is equally invincible and has no substitute. But what is that which makes this poem so much different? It's the regret, the feeling of guilt that a child feels once he or she has lost the most loving and caring person in his or her life. The regret of not being with her, your mother, when you could have been. The regret of not having the time to live some happy moments in her presence. The regret of not ever keeping her as your priority despite being her priority ever since you have been born.       It's obvious that bringing someone back is not possible, nor can we stop anybody forever. Sooner or later, every...

        Why has suicide become a common term these days? Why has the youth found it to be the most appropriate thing to do when situations aren't going the way they expected? Why can't we keep fighting? What is it that we think death would give us that life cannot? And who has given us the right to take away with us the happiness and smile of all those whom we call our loved ones? Don't you think there can always be another option if one door is closed? Yes there is always another way to choose, and if not, why not choose to switch your destination. One never knows where can his happiness he found.      This poem brings out that feeling, that emotion that stays with those who have lost their dear ones through this act of killing themselves. We can't talk to ones whom we have lost but we can at least try to save those who want to choose the same fate. You can also watch this poem in the form of a video for a better experience. Watch thi...

         For a mother, her child is the first priority in life. From the very beginning of his existence in her womb till the time he is independent, she nurtures and protects the child. And is a support even after that. Honestly speaking, it's just impossible to even reciprocate the amount of love and care a mother gives to her child but it is surely possible to give her at least what we can. But another bitter truth is the fact that this hardly even happens.      This poem over here tries to reflect on this fact. We don't have any idea how much injustice we do to the most important lady of our life. So let's begin: To have an amazing experience you can also watch this poetry video in the link below:- To watch this poetry video click here Kudrat ka karishma ho ye kyu hain bhul jaate..? Maa, tujhe log kyu samajh nahi paate? Kho kar apni neendein kisi aur ne na sulaya hoga... Mamta bhari awaaz se kisi ne na bulaya hoga.. Chot lage jab k...