Rain (A Sonnet)

Watch the birds fly,
against the obscure skies,
flying everywhere – helter-skelter,
looking for shelter.
See the clouds encircle you,
waiting to cry over you.
The intense need to release their pain,
is expressed in the pouring rain,
as they want you to do the same,
to empty your sorrows along with the falling rain.
The pouring down rain,
washes my sadness away.
The pouring down rain,
makes my heart want to play.

Nothing Is Impossible

This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to an actual person living/dead is a mere coincidence.

The word impossible itself spells – “I’m possible”. There is nothing impossible in the world, everything is possible. Especially if your efforts lie on the basis of belief, determination and self-confidence.
“I Naresh Sarwan narrate this story of how this world is full of limitless possibilities with the help of my writer. It was five years ago, when I was eighteen that suffering dawned upon me. I was on my motorbike, driving along the Worli-Sea-Face, when a car on the road perpendicular to mine broke the signal and ran into my bike. I was fortunate enough to have worn my helmet. However, that wasn’t enough. The accident was still brutal. I went right into the wall which divided the road from the sea.
The next thing I remember is waking up at the Lilavati Hospital seeing myself without arms. Horrified with the sight, I broke into tears. The doctors tried to explain to me, what had happened. Due to a few casualties, fatal ones, the only way to save me was by having my arms amputated. I lived one year in complete distress, lost hope and cursed myself, blaming myself for the accident. It was my elder sister who re-instilled confidence in me. The next four years, until now, I have devoted my time trying to paint using my mouth to hold brushes. It took nearly three years to perfect it. Despite my ‘disability’ as some would call it, the best year in my life was one after the accident, the previous year. My paintings have sold very well in the ‘Mouth and Foot Painting Artists’ exhibitions. I have learnt how to live life again. This NGO has open doors in my life, which my ‘normal’ life wouldn't have. ‘Mouth and Foot Painting Artists’ is a fabulous non-governmental organisation, giving opportunities to countless people like me.

I have learnt to look at the positive side of things. The accident in my life, wasn't just any kind of a mishap. It would change my life for ever, which I didn't think of till a year after the accident. This change, lit paths for me which I thought were inaccessible and taught me how important life is. It taught me how to pick myself up and dust my past away, and more importantly, it taught me how to live.

People Always Leave

With every furious storm,
There is destruction,
With every person who leaves,
There is a heart broken.

Like the waves of the sea,
That rapidly hit
against the shore,
People enter your life,
wanting some more.
Wanting some more of the attention,
which you so willingly
yet unnecessarily gave,
leading to a rise in your frustration.
And like the ebb tide,
Retreating from the shore,
People always leave,
taking some more.

It's funny how happiness,
comes out bursting at once.
Yet how sadness leaves,
slowly and so painful.
Like a knife to the heart,
removing it slowly.

But think about it -
Do people always,
leave at their own will?
Maybe it's just us,
Pushing them away?