VINAYANA'S WORLD

She: Hi He: Hello She How are you? He: I am fine, how many times are you going to ask me that? She: I don't know but you have been on my mind!! He: Why is that?? She: I told you, yesterday. He: What?? She: Did you forget?? He: You weren't joking?~? She: I love you.. is that a joke to you ..?? He: No.. but.. I did say that I am not interested. She: Why ?? Because of my disability??? He: O God... This has nothing to do with it.. keep your insecurities to yourself... She: Oh .. right... Now you are going to tell me what to do?? He: I'm not talking to you... Bye.. She: I'm sorry dude.. don't be angry.. He: Bye....

I sometimes think that I was born to write, I sometimes think that each moment is a fight, People tell me that I would become a really fine writer, They think It will paint my future with the colors that are brighter, Every indian wants to become an engineer or doctor, I feel that there is no space left for an artist and a writer, Mentality of people is stuck inside the box, because nobody thinks outside the box, You can't say.. I want to be a writer, They will laugh at you, Writers are not paid for talent, They are paid for productivity, You can't teach someone to become a writer, You can teach someone to be a better writer. .. A writer has a higher potential to blend everything in the creativity, A writer is someone who feel and analyse everything... A writer see the world from a different lens, And express it on the white paper, Yet, being a writer.. isn't a job, Yet, being a writer.. isn't a job...

It's the easy to be a brother, To a sister with a disability, It is not easy.. to cope up with it, You were too young, When you understood, That I was different from other sisters, You understood that you could help me, More than I could ever do. Yes, we fought, Over so many issues, But most of the time, Over the remote, For our favorite TV shows, I love how you introduce me to your friends, They would often feel reluctant at first, But after seeing your normalized attitude towards me, They would often end up being my friends too, Bro, you are the best, And I love you from the bottom of my heart, I know that we still sleep in the same room, And I annoy you by my stupid comments or faces, Like all the time.... And you tell me to sleep in my room.. which I don't... Of course...... But I love you so much, bhai!!!!

Pictures, Excite me, They invite me, To become an explorer, An artist, Behind the camera, Who takes, Just the best shots, That artist, Who realizes that, World is a canvas, And we have all the paints, I always wanted to be, Someone with great thoughts, But I became someone with great emotions, It is not bad.. I guess, Because an artist with emotions, Is a perfect combination, I don't know, How to control my emotions, So.. I let it flow, On the canvas of Life, And, This is how I became An artist....

Dosti, Ke alag pehlu, Alag mayine ban jaate hai, Jab do log, Aur kareeb aa jaate hai, Wohi do log, Jisko baat samjhani padhti thi, Wo aaj do aankho me kya kuch keh jate h, Dosti, Aur gehri ho jati hai, Ab  unki tasveere, Har jagah dikhne lagi, Unki hi charcha aam hone lagi, Abhi shayad kuch hua bhi nhi tha, Koi phool dil me khila bhi nhi tha, Pyaar, Lo logo ne ye shabd keh bhi diya, Lo logo ne dono ka naam mila bhi diya, Par abhi toh kuch bhi nhi hua tha, Koi phool dil me khila bhi nhi tha, Door, Dooriyan, Doori bdh rhi thi dono me, Shayad kuch kehna chahate the, Jo lafz beyan na ho sake, Wo suhana chahte the, Par woh keh na sake, Aur kuch palo ki yaad si banke reh gaye...

Maya wheeled down her wheelchair at the middle of the society ground, as they announced her name. Everybody started chattering, and giving her a cheer. They were all encouraging her to sing. With her speech impairment, she sang a well practiced song loud and clear. Everybody was so happy with her performance that they wanted to give her the first prize. There were other children too, who performed really well at the independence day function. Judges were confused about what to do at the current scenario. Then, it was decided that the first place would be given to the child, who performed really well . It wasn't Maya... That was the best independence day celebration...

If I say today, That I am in love, You would tell me, To concentrate, On my career, My dreams, My ambition, You would say, This is not a right, Time.. Age... To fall for someone, You would say, I don't even love you, It's some infatuation, I am wrong, You would say everything, Without understanding, My love for you, So I would say nothing, Tell you nothing, And think about my career, (As if Love was stopping me) But the end of the day, When I go back home, I will still love you, Because true love doesn't stop you, It let's you grow....

Yes, We cry, Women cry, I cry too, But Not because I am weak, No.. You're mistaken, I cry, Because emotions overflow, Because I am terribly hurt, But they say, Men don't cry, And, I ask why,? Don't they have emotions, Then why can't they cry, Society teaches them from start, Boys don't cry.. boys don't cry, I ask why? They have the same emotions and feelings, But people say, boys don't cry, I say let them cry, Understand their own emotions, Let's us not gender crying, Let it be an emotion, Not a symbol of weakness.....

Payal was rushing through the house as if she was finding something. She opened a lot of cupbords, looked under the pillows, in the kitchen but couldn't find it. It was just a few Moments ago, her husband, Karan had left for the office. She had changed her dress since then and hurrying around as if she's late for something urgent. She found key on the cupboard near the fridge. Payal locked the main door and hurried down the staircase. She adjusted her Bindi in the sideview mirror of a random car. She called "Beautiful" to herself. Payal called for an auto rickshaw and sat on it. " I am on the way, darling" Payal said quietly on the phone. The rickshaw was pull over at the Coffee Shop. Payal climbed down giving the puller some money. Payal stepped into the coffee shop and saw the man in blue , waiting for her. She went closer and put her hand on his Shoulder. "Hey, beautiful, Happy anniversary" he said " Happy anniversary, darling.. it h

I had never talk to her, Just some smiles, Here and there, She was short, Around 80 or something, I never spoke to her, Thinking that she would also start, Start to preach, Give me lessons, About my disability, I avoided, Avoided glance, But.. Still.. She was the first one to greet, I just greeted with a smile, Not realizing, That she was different, Different from the rest, Just as I was, Today I was with mom, We thought to approach her, We were hesitate, But we gave it a chance, She was happy, Open-minded, Cheerful lady, We judged her wrong, But, She did change my perspective again, On appearance and old age.....

Our keyboard, Always has a backspace, To rewrite, Think it over, Correct our mistakes, But, No, Life don't work that ways, We cannot correct what has been said, We can't backspace a conversation, That's already taken place, We can't backspace the time, Only keep moving forward, We can't backspace, A relationship, That you don't need in life, Yeah.. sometimes you can, But.. Not always.. If you regret your past, Try something today, Something valuable, Something new, Backspace, Your past, Try something new, Today....

Is dil ko kese samjhau, Abhi zidd pakde khada hai, Is dil ko kese samjhau, Wo haath jode khada hai, Safar toh lamba tha, Kathin thi dagar, Dil keh raha hai, Chota hi toh tha safar, Me kehti hu toh sunta nhi, Baat meri ab wo toh manta nhi, Dil bhi ziddi hai, Wo duniya daari kaha jaanta hai, Jis tarah hum tumhe jaante hai, Ye dil kaha pehchaanta hai, Iss duniya me akhir yuhi hota hai, Koi hasta hai... Koi rota hai, Dard ki bhi toh koi seema nhi hoti, Har boond jesi baarish ki nhi hoti, Kuch toh gum Hone chahiye zamane me, Kyunki insaan ko kabhi khushi ki kadar nhi hoti.. kadar nhi hoti.....