Jagriti Rumi
Quietly
Poem

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The door closed and I didn’t notice
Stepping ahead on the stone pathway,
I walked and felt the sun rays.
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When I opened my eyes,
Green leaves canopied above,
Blue sky peeped through the criss-cross
Mossy ground with musical wetness,
Happiness happiness happiness!
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There in the heart of the forest,
Sun rays falling, were softer on a spot,
I went near and there I saw
It was so, for a little sapling to grow.
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Flash Fiction

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I was sitting in my room in a dim mood and light. I didn’t see outside because I was too lost to think anything else. What was happening with me and why was it happening, sadly I had some idea about it, though I was dwelling on the part which was beyond my control. I was feeling cold but I didn’t move. And in some time I felt warm tears on my face. I didn’t rub my face and soon I felt the chill.
More than the failure it was me who made the darkness pitch black. I somehow just wanted to be in that dark tunnel. My room soon transformed into one and I felt cold. I accepted the defeat, I was surrounded by defeat. It was doubled by me.
Later, I felt something warm and bright within. I realised that because I accepted the defeat, it ultimately passed through me. I, at that moment, worked my way back out of the tunnel.
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(The title is taken from Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre {only the title})
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In The Wonderland

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“One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree.
‘Which road do I take?’ she asked.
‘Where do you want to go?’ was his response.
‘I don’t know,’ Alice answered.’
Then’, said the cat, ‘it doesn’t matter.” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
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How true! Nothing matters at all until you know where you want to go. Sometimes we don’t think and we reach nowhere, as that is what we had thought of. Then at times, we think we know where we want to go but we find ourselves cheated or fooled and so we halt. There are also a few among us who don’t stop and finally reach an end of a journey.
Mostly, the circumstances around us influence our decisions and we find that we have become a part of a huge structure. This happens a lot.
The best thing that we can try to do is to know where to go, uninfluenced by anyone; in knowing one’s way and steadily walking ahead and smiling on the way as it is ‘our way’.
Knowing oneself is not easy but is ultimate.
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I See You
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Rain! Rain!

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Though I know it is not raining
I hope it did; I am carrying
Colours of life that I wish I could
Mix in me, and then surely I would
Live. Often do people say
‘It was raining on that evil day’
I hope they won’t, because they don’t
Understand rain. They don’t feel rain.
Rainfall is the dancing of clouds and
The song of the Nature. The land
Becomes alive and happy; ‘I’ becomes
‘We’, playing with the paper boats
And all the musicians taking notes
Rain rain, rain-rain.
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Dream And Reality
She was sitting and doing nothing. The usual was happening. She wasn’t working and her mind wasn’t stopping.
Oh! All the noise around her irked her. Still, she kept still. In her mind, a slide show was playing time and again.
Images after images; her friends, her family, her dog, the food she loved and her favourite white dress that was still in the shop and the green lawn.
She didn’t stop the slide show, maybe there was a switch to it or maybe not.
This happened with her a lot and so she didn’t bother about it anymore. At that moment, her mind got overpowered by an image and she observed it.
The image showed a pond with many dry leaves floating in it. Green colour was prominent; green trees, green sky, green earth and green water.
Finally, she was with her mind. She touched the green water and saw the ripples with love in her eyes. When the ripples disappeared, she saw her face in the green water.
Without wasting much time she immersed herself in the water. It was soothing. She saw a sea of pink flowers and tried to get hold of one.
In less than a second she was in that sea of pink flowers. She wasn’t swimming, but the pink flowers were taking her along. She accepted them.
What seemed like infinity to her passed and she saw a white light coming through the pink flowers. The sea of pink flowers started disappearing while she stared at the white light.
She had to swim herself now. She was slow as the white light faded away and she couldn’t reach it. She was swimming on the same spot in an ocean of black space.
She felt as if she was dangling there when suddenly a strong thud woke her up.
Same seat, same table and some more files welcomed her back. She looked around and saw that no one had noticed her.
Life was the same.

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