VINAYANA'S WORLD

*Phone rings* Mom : hii son.. Son: hi Mom: are you alright~?? Son: hmmm Mom: don't worry, I am here with you... Son:hmm she's gone mom... Mom: gone to a better world.. Son: I loved her... Mom: I can understand... *Hangs up* *Switches on TV* Tv: Police is finding their most dependable cop.. she's Intelligent and smart... The first ever undercover agent.... On a wheelchair... Son: (to himself) on a wheelchair?! What??? *Researches internet* Wheelchair undercover agent!!! Son: (to himself) no picture ?? There's no picture. I don't understand why am I looking at this!!! (Researches more) Son: I really need to find her now!!! (Calls a friend) Son: I need you to find something with me.... Friend: what?? Son: My dead girlfriend.... *hangs up*

*Phone rings* Son: hello? Police: do you know Priya? Son: yes, what happened? Police: your wife ?? Son: Girlfriend.... Police: where is she? Son: she's gone to office... She came Injured yesterday.. I tried to stop her but she said that she needs to go to office today.... So must be in the office.. Police: we have found a body... Son: so?? What are you trying to say?? Police: we would like you to come and recognize.. Son: no no no.. This can't happen to my love,... Police: please come and recognize the body .... Son: can't be Priya...  Can't be her.. what is she wearing. Police; a green color shirt and denim trousers... Son: no no no no priya!!!!! Police: please come and recognize the body .... Son: okay I will come now.. *Hangs up,* *Phone rings* Mom: hii son... Son: mom... Mom: did you find her?? Son: Yess mom Mom: How is she?? Son:Cold... Mom: what? Son: she's cold... Mom: what~??? Son: she's no more, mom.. she died in an acciden...

*Phone rings* Son: hello Mom: hello beta Mom: did you find something? Son: I went to the police station.. Mom : then?? Son: they didn't filed my complaint.. Mom: why??~ Son: I don't know mom... It was so strange... Mom: what happened?? Son: they said relax, she will be back soon... Like she always does.. Mom: what is strange In that.. they say this to everyone. Son: one officer added that you are a lucky chap... Mom: what did he mean by that?~~ Son: I don't know mom... Mom: I really think that she's having an affair... She has left you.. understand that.. and move on.. Son: Why are you saying this, mom?? I love her and she loves me too... Mom: people forget Love soon as they find something else to love. And why do you love her.. she can't cook her own meal ... Son: don't say that, mom... *,Door bell rings* Son: someone at the door... *Away* Son: OH My God.. Priya.. you are back.. I love you so much...😍😘 , OMG you ar...

*Phone rings* Mom: hello? Son: hello mom.. Mom: what happened dear?? Son: mom... Mom: tell me son... Son: I can't find Priya, anywhere... Mom: what do you mean? Son: I don't know, she is not at home.. Mom: She must be in the office.. somewhere, Son: No Mom.. her wheelchair is charging at home, and she can only walk a few steps without it... Mom: so, she uses a wheelchair.... What else you have been hiding from me~?? Son: Mom, she has Cerebral Palsy... Mom: OMG, there's no treatment for Cerebral Palsy, why do you have to choose her. Son: there's nothing like that, she's special for me... Mom: but why do you have to choose her, she can't even cook and she goes out without telling you... Son: it is not something to overreact on that.. I am worried that where she could go again.... Mom: again ??? What do you mean?? Son: I mean that this keeps happening from few months... Mom: OMG, there's something really fishy, going on... Mom: are you sure ...

*Phone rings* Son: hello? Mom: hello beta Son: how are you, mom? Sorry for hanging up the last time. Mom : it's okay son.. Mom: where is my to be daughter in law. Son: she's sleeping... Mom: still sleeping?~ Son: yeah.. she came late from work last night... Mom: Okay... Son (away) I'm coming with your coffee, dear... Mom: did you made the coffee~? Why•?? Son: yes, Mom, I always make the coffee ... Mom: Why,?? Doesn't she knows how to cook?? Son: Mom, she can't.. she has some problem with her hands... Mom: that's why you are not telling me about her... Mom: I would have found you a better woman to spend your life with... You don't deserve this kind of life. Son: Mom, I knew that you will never understand.... Mom: don't marry her.. you are going to spoil your life ... *Hangs up*

*Phone rings* Mom: hello? Son: hello mom Mom: how are you beta? Long time.. Son: hmmm... I'm good Maa!! Mom: what happened son~?? Son: nothing Maa... Mom: there's something... You aren't telling me.. what happened? Son: Mom I am getting married.. Mom: What??? Did I sent you abroad for this~? I want you to concentrate on your studies. Son: Mom, but I am in love with Priya... Mom: who is she, and what does she do~? Son: she's an Indian, a writer and  she has a good job here. Mom: great, but I would have preferred that you marry a girl of my choice, but it's okay, I'm happy. Son: but.. mom . I love you and I don't want to hurt you or betray you. Mom: What happened son.. now you are starting to scare me. Son: the girl that I am in love with... Mom: Say son..Say... Son: Mom..... ^Hangs up the phone*

Aj phir kisi ne pooch hi Liya itna pyaar kyu krte ho, Jisse fikr nhi h uske liye kyu maarte ho, Ye kesa pyaar h jo milta hi nahi h kisi ko, Ye kesa dard h Jo milta hi h har kisi ko, Kya kehti me ki kitna pyaar h humko tumse, Ayine me aaj bhi shakal teri hi milte h humse, Kitna door h tu par yaad toh roz hi kr leti hu, Teri unhi yaadon se aankh mud k so leti hu, Kabhi umeed Nhi krti hu me tere aane ki, Par har raat dua krti hu teri  hi hifazat ki , Aj bhi log pooch lete h ki ussi se kitni mohabbat krogi, Iska jawab na kal tha na aaj h na kal hoga.....

Waxing, Threading, Women go through everything, Should I wax? Or I should shave? The question we ask Everyday, Why the hair on our body, aren't natural?? Why going through this pain.. girls seems habitual? Is it just the Hair Thing that make us beautiful?? Or are we made believe that our body hair is unsuitable?? Women who go through this Pain, maybe blinded by patriarchy, Women who believe that they aren't beautiful enough are blinded by Hierarchy, It is Time, It is Time, This we break all conventions, It is Time, It is Time, Women create their own inventions, Don't be heartbroken, By the ways of the world, It's time to create a new Time, It's time to create a Women's Time....

I heard this many times, Never really understood, A writer's block, Until it happened, It happened to me, I had everything at hand, The phone, Coffee with extra suger, My cozy place, And a room of my own, But it didn't happen, Maybe the magic was over, The chemical X was finished, I was scared, I had people saying, Maybe you don't have it anymore, No imagination, No stories, I locked myself, Trying to write, As secretive as the Dexter's laboratory, I wrote something, I never liked, I deleted it at once, Didn't wanted to confess, I was loosing the power of writing, But I realized, It's not good or bad writing, It is my heart that matters, Now, stop my fingers if you can, Never let your passion fade...

It flows though my body, My heart pumps it, Call it Love, Or what ever you call it, It's beyond the touch, It's beyond the body, Just a word Can't define it, That pump, That beat, It's happens, When I face you, Something comes alive, They say, Women can't Love this Way, But They are wrong, If we could make love, We can break it too, Body love, We don't need it, We need something beyond, Somewhere, Where two souls meet, That's where, There's magic , There's divinity , Where there's everything, That we don't understand, There, Somewhere, In between, You can call it Love.....

And it's time again, To bid goodbye, To all the memories that passed by, To all the lectures that took us to another world, That teachers who taught us important lessons of life, And those friends who became life, The questions like.. How much have you done? What's the word limit,? Shut up.. you have done everything.. Those days when summers don't matter, To those days when winters come but lectures don't end , To this day When I realised that our masters has really ended.. Farewell bells ring along, 2 years of literature sing along, DU lanes shall remember us all.. Friendship and Memories play along, It's time for our farewell....

For a woman, Love isn't her weak Point, She didn't love to be Defeated, She love strong, Even if she isn't with her lover, Once she love, She knows that there's nothing else in the world, That could break her, Make her weak, Because it is nothing in a female body, Physically she may have been weak, But her heart is her strength, You can touch her heart, Bruise her heart, But never break it, Because she will always have the Courage to love again, And that's a strong woman......

Rainy, Cloudy, Sunny, It changes, It changes always, We can't swipe , And change a weather, No... Not happening, Changes are content, Who loves wind in life? Not the lovable one, The wind that takes everything away, Like it did to my favorite pair of jeans, I think the wind loved it too, Still I feel happy when the wind changes, Maybe, just maybe, Ball comes to my court, If you try to hold time in your palm, It will flow away, Still some rubbles, Will stay, Reminding you of The time that is gone, Far away, Weather will change again, For the better? Or not??...

Be in a relationship, Where you grow together, Learn together, Respect yourself, Before respecting them, Be in a relationship, Where you are friends, Before lovers, Before a couple, Become an individual, Become what you have to, Before you love them, Look at their worth, What you both as a team, Can be capable of, Before you love, Nurture yourself, As a individual, Before you love, Love yourself, As a individual...

Dark roads, Forgotten way, A half empty bottle, That drunkard guy, Lost everything~? No, guess not... Sunk in sadness~? No, guess not, That bottle, Maybe, Over in sometime, A family at home, Waiting for him, For dinner, But..... He is on road, Lying drunk, Without money, Without job, Today, He has been kicked away, From job, Yet again, He still doesn't care, About anyone, Living intoxicated? Every time? Is this life? But that bottle, That bottle, Takes away, The lives, Of loved ones, What's the fun? Never understood, To live intoxicated, Rather then living a healthy life......

I looked at them with surprise, A grandmother rearing her mother was a prize, With her broken teeth still she would smile, To see her daughter has walked a mile, I was young but I saw what nobody did, The love in the elder woman's eyes still exist, Every mother give love to her helpless child, But these days the thought of a daughter caring for her mother is wild, A daughter who has been cursed all her life for being a woman, A daughter who has been second from her brother in her whole life-span, The daughter is always by the side when mother becomes weak, Then like a child.. daughter's love is all she seeks, when my great-grandmother asked for some salt in her food, I can see in her eyes the temptation and the brood, Like a child there she was.. a more-or-less mirror reflection of me, When I ask for something and my mother smile to disagree, There may or may not be any love in their Brotherhood, But there is An Ocean Of Love In Our Motherhood...

I see everyone, Walking there own way, I wish to talk, Fire up a conversation, But they keep the headphones on, Out from this world, To a world of their own, Headphones, White, Black, Pink, That's all see, Where the ears would be? I have heard them talk , Typing something on the phone, Good to know that they can talk atleast, Phones, Phones, Everywhere I see, I thought, Maybe I was different, I just use my phone for, Poetry, Watsapp, Talking, Liking, Sharing, Assignments, Stop , I'm no different, Stop justifying, Yourself, See the mirror, Not the front camera, Look at people around, Not the Facebook, Creat memories, Less of Snap stories, Be creative, With crayons, Not on Instagram, Talk and have fun, Start living, With the headphones off, Phone off, Life on....

Mother, I'm Your daughter, Must have been a time, When I got you into trouble, Dear mother, It's not easy to bore A daughter, In a country like india, Where daughters are killed, Mother, You are so strong, I aspire to be like you, That fearless lioness, That forge ahead, Saving her cubs, Mother, Nobody can be like you, Soft heart with the Courageous soul, Mother, It was you who believed in me, When nobody else did, Mother, You taught me, To never give up, Mother, You are everything, Just be on my side, Smiling, On each achievement, Like you always do, Mother, Don't worry, Just live, Mother, You are a strength, You are everything, For me....,😘

I waved, at my friends, Who stood there waiting, They pushed my wheelchair, And asked where was I for so long? School friends were reuniting after a year span, Laughter and jokes were served On the table, Everyone else gazed and said "childhood friends are here again " Just then, I saw people staring at my wheelchair, When I got up to dance on my favorite number, And when I sang on the mic, my friends Cracked jokes on me with all their might, It was after year, months and days we met, But for them, I was forever their most annoying friend, I love them because for them I wasn't just a talented girl On a wheelchair, I was a girl with just an aid but they understood that I am just Like them, I may not able to sing like a nightingale but I can sing from all My heart, There can be many dancers in the world but I am dancer in my own World, I want people to know me for the things I can do not to things that I Can't, I have spoken on various p...

Love, Heard it, Felt it, Broken by it, But Still believe in it, I don't hate you, Never can, Never will, It wasn't your fault , Not mine, Cupid's arrow didn't work on you, As it worked on mine, Still think about you, Yes, I do, Still love you, Yes, I do, Still want you, No, I don't. I don't want you by my side, Because you won't be Happy, Just stay where you are, And watch the moon, Because you can love the moon, Love the shine, But you can't bring it down, Law of the universe...

Jeans, Shorts Skirts They instincts rape, Bad eyes Lustful hand and dirty minds Don't blame them, They are just men, Men are just men, This justifies everything, Don't go out in the dark, They will robe us, Steal the honor, Kept in the vagina, They sneer at us, Follow us, Beat us, Rape us, World will look at us, Point at clothes, At the time on the clock, The way we walked, With the strangers we talked, They will question woman, Why were you raped? Why were you out late? But what about that 5 years old girl, What about that 60 years old woman, What about months old baby girl, There's something wrong, Wrong altogether, Women gets questioned Women gets raped... Women gets blamed.. Incredible India!!!

On her birthday, A diary was gifted, When she learned to write, She wrote each day, For the ten long years, Her favorite secret, She wrote She wrote As her world Was trembling down, She was getting married, To a man, She didn't know, Wrote her deepest desires, Closed them in the diary, She wrote furiously, She wrote shamelessly, She wrote with all her love, She wrote with all her anger, Each day, For the next 7 years, Got ready, A book of poems, It was her writing, That gave her strength, But one fine day, She burned the book, Because a married woman, Can't write, She can't write the physical pain, On the first night, She can't write the emotional drain, Over the course of the marriage, She can't write how she was just a girl, Had to be transformed, Into a woman, And... Then she burned it all... Because People will judge, As they judge everything, But she didn't let the fire, Inside her, Go........ And She wrote again...

Look at my improper eating style, The cracking sound on my plate, Look at how I walk so casually, That inward knee twist you look at awkwardly, There is nothing I do.. but they look at the wheelchair disgustingly, Nothing else matters to me but hate those pair of eye balls, Those whispered talks when I enter a room, They perceive my wheelchair as my disability, And the moment when I look at them, chatter fade away, I am one of a kind and I deserve to be looked at, I am so stronger and I deserve to be looked at, But what can say to those Eyes-that question me all the time, I would rather be not living if those questions hurt me anymore, I have lived in a disabled body but with the mind at work You have already prejudiced me due to the body, I wish I tear out my flesh and show you what I really am... I wish I tear out my flesh and show you what I really am...

Aaj me bas market tak jaa rahi thi, Chhota sa bacha.. 8-9 saal ka, Bola apko ptaa h, Ek tarfa pyaar ki takat hi kuch aisi hoti h... Mujhe toh puraa sunne se pehle hi adha heart attack aaa gya.. Btao bolte the ki pyaar ki koi umar nhi h.. ab toh actually koi umar nhi reh gyi... Ab toh perfume laga k pyaar... Colgate laga k paas aao.. ye colgate h ya magnet.. jo paas bulayenge, wo aa jyega. Mujhe toh ye samjh nhi aata, deo lgane se ladki ka kya connection.. bhai dhoke me mt rehna.. kuch nhi hone wala. deo lgate hi.. ladkiyaan nhi behosh hogi .. nhi lagaoge toh maybe... Ads in India are just made for money and nothing else.... Thankyou

Enough, I thought enough, Good or bad, Decent or corrupt, I just want to write, Every inch of my body, Saying aloud, Just let me write, As the last time I can be alive, No shame No pain No sickness No gain I'm alive Just right now With every breath I breathe With every chance I need, I just want to write, Write my emotions, Write my experience, I don't know when they will take my chance, Chance to breathe, Chance to write, As fanatically I type, I know a woman should never do that, Never speak, Never write, But I will Because I plan to live with courage...

Aj socha mene, Ek achi kavita likhte hai, Mann ko choo jaane wali, Kuch aisi kavita likhte hai, Unn doston ko yaad kiya mene, Jo meri kavita padhte the, Wohi kuch dost the mere, Jo roz bhala bura kehte the, Unn doston me se tha ek wo dost, Jo kabhi meri likhi kavita na padhta tha, Par naa jaane kyu ussi ka khayal zehan me chalta tha, Na jaane kyu wo dost khaas sa lagta tha Usse kavita padhte dekh dil mera dharakta tha, Na Jaane ka khass tha usme.. na janne kya baat thi, Usi ke aane se .. aati jaati barsaat thi, Likhni thi ek kavita pata nhi kya likh diye hai. Khwaab likhne chale the zazbaat likh diye hai.......

Today, everything and everyone has an account on Facebook and Twitter. Everyone uploads their daily updates on social sites such as Facebook. As a girl, who loves uploading her pictures for her own small community of friends, I find it irritating when I get messages from unknown people. “ Hi Cutie” , “Hi Hottie”, “Can we friends?”, These are some daily messages that I get. This has became the most casual way of meeting people. A guy sees a random girl, in the market, he knows that he wouldn’t get her number, so, he would ask for her facebook id instead or else go back home, stalk her and then send her friend request. I am not saying that girls doesn’t do this, but guys do it more often. I fail to understand why the guys of our country are so desperate for making “girls” their friends on a social networking site. I know that I as a writer, inspire a lot of people, I inspire people with disabilities and many more but that does...

Eyes look at me, And say. You are pretty, Hands touch me, And say, You are beautiful I am woman, I don't please others, By my body, My eyes, My hands, I am a free women, Let me go Though dangerous lanes, Let us all passby, Through the dangerous lanes, At the middle of the night, When we are prohibited, Because those eyes see Bodies, Not the heart, Those eyes doesn't see The blood, Nor the pain, We are the women, Afraid of eyes, But, Eyes can't touch us, But betray us... In every way.. So Let our Eyes, Be brighter than Those who stare At us... For those, Eyes that treat us Like showpieces, In their drawing room, Those Eyes-are At fault, Not women's body, Those Eyes-are At fault, Not women's body....

empty roads and darkened sky, they said you can't fly high, a long enough lane and broken foot, they said there's a shoe you can never put, there's a color black, just black i see, they said there's a chalk i can never be, i ask if there's so many things i can't be, then i would choose to be just me, they said you can't just be want you are, you need to change just like times are, i said to the world.. let me be a writer today, let's unfold.. rewind and create something today, but then too pointing fingers at me they said You Can't, let me try, try to be something.. an adventure is i need, don't stop me, cause i never will, never shall & never can, i am river that will flow.. Timelessly, Boundlessly, And continuously.....

Today was a difficult day for me, as I went down for my evening stroll. I sad on my wheelchair and I found that my wheelchair has not been charged. My mom wasn't at home, so I couldn't go back. If I wasn't strong enough, I would have cried and called my mom to come home. I thought about these things and walked to the society park. I didn't want to Bother my mother. So, I didn't called her. I walked slowly to the park, I sat there. Then I met a friend who took me to her home. I walked with her to her home. She helped gain confidence on my own walking. There were times when I thought that I was going to fall, But I didn't let my balance go away. Now, I am sitting in my room and Feeling proud that I was able to walk alone. My legs are still paining, but today's journey was just awesome!!!😊 I really want everyone to know that I walk alot in my house and the motorized wheelchair is important for me to enjoy my evening with my friends. I walk wherev...