Dog's Life- Rang bi Range..

What comes to your mind when you think of dogs? Perhaps a dirty mane, deadly bites, dropping saliva, irritating barks and desperate hunger. But what if you picture three earth-colored stray canines lying cozily on the grassy green carpet in a neighborhood park …. For hours… one, two, till you have no more time to waste? Someone had once said…. ‘What is life, so full of care… there’s no time to stand and stare!’ Well, humans have become more frenzied, more frantic and more worked up than any wild animal. Dogs can sleep in peace without having to worry about their next crumb… but man, oh my God! There’s just no end to the things that makes him sleepless! Work assignments, family, finances, appointments, relationships, health, the known and the unknown. Intentionally or unintentionally, everyone frets over something or the other, if even one can choose to do without it! A dog has just to run around a bit, be ready for a few sticks and stones and then the leftovers from the health-conscious homes fall in their share. But alas! Man needs to think not only of running around on the best bike or car, but its maintenance, too! Not only finding food, but finding the right food in the right place. Not only about sticks and stones, but emotional pain and the disgrace associated with it. One might feel why the most supreme species should be compared to a slave strain, but this is only to say that in the quest for that unending supremacy, we have made ourselves the victims of unending madness, the result of which is constant unrest and mental uproar to which we can find no possible solution. All a dog has to do is to be faithful to his master, to listen to him and act as he pleases…. but we refuse to listen to The Master and never accept His guidance. A dog, if well off, is fed with the most nutritious mix of “Pedigree”, but if a man, if well off, gets the most unhealthy and troubling thoughts to feed on.

Now, if someone comes to you and says that he has a dog’s life, you know how lucky he is!!

Unborn Ghost

peeping through the windows of the world
I see what you cant see.
Never been there
will never be.
Never worn a piece
never torn a peace
neither m tired
nor m worn.
you will never see me,
cos m the ghost of the unborn.

hatred and fallacy
i have never seen.
i could have been you
or may be even me.
but never got a chance
to be what you could never be.

I sit here all alone
away from the
misery of the world so torn.
but m still m there for u cant see,
cos m the ghost of the unborn.

i might have lived to be born,
but m just the ghost of the unborn.

Being a lady

Is learning to be ok with what you dislike
to be happy, sad or neutral,
learning to live your emotions
making an uninfluenced choice
is finding freedom in little things – a meal, book or dance,

to float even when you think life is tied down,
to sink so you rise above

Is knowing to stop, tormenting yourself with thoughts
doubts, depressions, worthlessness- when your mind whimpers
close the door, leave negativity out

Is not letting yourself down,
break self-imposed barriers
ignore gossip and envious ones around

Is knowing you have all you ever need
till you choose to bring in more, being a woman after all
Is life’s toughest role.

Unusual Greetings

Had nothing to write , so here is a story of a gal Sarah who always gets usual things also in unusual way . 
For her birthday ....


Sarah climbed the few stairs and unlocked her door and locked and bolted it behind her. Moonlight filtered through the curtains. She walked across and turned on the pink-shaded lights on the dressing-table. She stripped off her clothes and went into the bathroom and stood for a few minutes under the shower. … Cleaned her teeth and gargled with a sharp mouthwash to get rid of the taste of the day and turned off the bathroom light and went back into the bedroom.

 Sarah drew aside one curtain and opened wide the tall windows and stood, holding the curtains open and looking out across the great boomerang curve of water under the riding moon. The night breeze felt wonderfully cool on her naked body. She looked at her watch. It said 1 o'clock.
Sarah gave a shuddering yawn. She let the curtains drop back into place. Bent to switch off the lights on the dressing-table. Suddenly she stiffened and her heart missed a beat.


There had been a nervous giggle from the shadows at the back of the room. A man’s voice said, "Poor Sarah. You must be tired. Come to bed."

Sarah trembled in fear as it is the haunting voice which is much scarier than the superficially presumed Math monster tone in the school days.

The ground under her feet slipped and she found the phone ringing in the next room.


Pitch dark and terrifyingly quiet, she walked towards the phone while her feet totally sunk in a pool of liquid.


Suddenly the lights turned and hands accidently hit out the speaker.


After a loud explosion .. HAPPPPYYYYYYYYY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYY SARAHHHHH