==MOUTHSHUT and I have had a very difficult relationship. There was a long period of time when I enjoyed the company of a wonderful lot of people—or so I thought just then. Suddenly, when things were so enjoyable and wonderful, there were misunderstandings between them and me, misunderstandings that were based on unreal statements about myself, things I could have done very well without. They were cleared of course, but insubstantially for a long while. I found myself without friends on MouthShut suddenly. Then there was this brief interval of time when the ones I sought friendship decided to discontinue writing here or even reading others, including me. I was alone in the fuller sense just then.
Angry, alone and misunderstood, I stood a bittered and angered shadow of my original self, wanting myself to quit as well. But then came five people—five people who showed me that my loneliness is only transitory. They taught me that leaving in an angry huff is not the solution to my troubles—everything without, probably, knowing what they were doing! I am not going to call them the most elite writers on this website nor am I going to speak of anything associated with them being members of MouthShut. I am going to write here a little piece of my thanks to them—for having given me lessons and taught me things that I find useful in my real life as well. It is not essential for me to write what they taught me—a word to the wise is all that is needed. This is indeed a very personal review—and you can reprimand me to the fullest for having written it! I will not care!
Thank you Barney Da(jai_coer)
Socha maine kisi gulab se mulaqat kar aaoon,
Kyunki gulab to din bhar hastein khiltein hain,
Lekin unke bhi kaante chubhtein hain,
Aur shyaam dhaltein hasin mein rone-bilakhne lagtein hain…
Tab yaad ayi us shaks ki
Jiske kaante bhee mulayam maloom padtein ho…
Who shaks jo hamesha hamesha hasta rehta ho…
Tab yaad aayi aapki, bhaiyya,
Aakhir—sach hain ki aap hamaare bhai ho!
Thank You Ashi Didi(darethisdevil)
The prettiest of roses can prick a thorn,
The greatest valleys can cause you slip and fall!
The sweetest of rivers can swell and hurt—
The best of friends can angrily scorn…
Nothing in nature forever happiness yields—
This of course ended after you were born!
Keerti Didi(keerti_007)
Much is said of the beautiful carved ceiling and wall,
And garden and gallery of the palace and mansion…
Yet nothing of the latch, meek and shy—
It lies forgotten the most mundane of all—
But had it refused to open pray!
The inner beauty would but forgotten lie—
And with time decay and sadly peel away—
Ah now upon it all will cast their eye!
The power of the greatest frontier post,
And beauty of every tomb and palace,
Is in the latch—but a rod of metal—
And it ought be revered with respect most!
The latch yet does not know it’s strength—
It will smiling glitter but never boast!
Sonika Didi(akisha)
“Now to a simple question we arrive—
What in the myriad cogs of the Clock,
Is most beautiful yet hath power so great—
That it be an emblem of He?”—Quoth one…
“Death”—quoth another—“for it is certain and sure!”
“Ah no!” came reply “for death is but cold and painful—
And with it no new shall ever be born,
The clock can not stop—it must go on!”
“My sons”—the father interjected—
“The one you seek s not death nor even so great,
The one you seek is but delicate flower!
For the flower is beautiful and has power immense…
“For, end harsh winter and the slightest primrose
Announces spring—and an entire people begin dance!”
So bloom, my friend, and blossom with joy,
You shall blossom and announce my spring—
So smile and laugh, gamboling and gay,
Rid me not thi beautiful chance!
Sujata Didi(afrank)
Winding, meandering, gushing and gay,
Full of life and hope and love,
Open to all eager to quench every thirst,
Yet never tiring the river flows all day—
The river is no object, not just fast flowing water,
The river is the emblem of purity and care—
The purity and selfless love that we people,
Are bequeath from but one—that from our mother!
Not that the purest one among us all
Is loved and respected and revered and prayed
Yet ‘tis you—the purest one among us all,
Whom shall and must forever by us stand tall—
For it is you alone, your ever smiling purity, upon this world,
That shall cast a blanket of happy enthrall!
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My dear friends,
I am here—you have kept me—I can not go anywhere.
I will not go anywhere.
But You must stay by me! =*
