Breakups, too random with partners' boredom!

"She will be preety for I ll cover her flaws
She ll be wise for I'll cover all her mistakes
She will be strong for I'll check all her weaknesses .
She will be mine n only mine for she ll make my world shine and her staying together will be no less than impact of the wine!"
These are perhaps the thoughts that today's young couples who are in a relation endure at their start of their new beginning. However the essence of these words fades with lapse of time. Why is it so? Why the love that makes the start of a relation, weakens to an extent of relation's cremation!  Why the pair fail to stay on their commitments! Why the attachment that happens is forgotten too easily!
Is this because the new generation is easily influenced by boredom?
Perhaps today the love relations are too  transient to be compared with the days of "love lasting forever with all the endeavours to keep the partner stay together". Today the couples make a commitment , promise to stay together till the end but soon they end up getting bored from one another and there are differences and misunderstanding giving rise to sceptical attitudes and lack of trust. Loyality , mutual understanding and compromise are the hallmarks of a successful bond but if any of these eclipses  with the boredom , the thread of love lose its grip. 
Certain youngsters when were asked about the same reflected the idea that the "real is so rare today."
Commenting upon the  "being cool trend", Sana pursuing her B.tech degree said, "i have seen people getting committed to each other just to show their peers that they are heading time and are indeed so cool and modernised. But relations made to just show off often end up soon and prove to be a waste of time."
Endorsing similar views and showing his sheer interest in today's love relations, Rahul an architecture student said, "today love is treated as a game , which is played whenever one wishes for and this often hurts the partner who actually gets serious in relation. Not only boys but today even girls today are no less in betraying and taking advantage of their partners. It's better to be alone then to get hurt by fake love."
Rediculing  the gradual boredom that comes in most of relations today, Anjali of Cse stream said, " i have seen people entering in relation and getting bored from one another in just a month and yet they call themselves lovers once, quiet ironical!  If you truly love someone your partners company won't ever bore you. True love is marked by excitement and happiness to see one another, no matter how long one has to wait."
  Certainly gone are the days when lovers looked upon historic great lovestories,  gone is time when love was considered to be an irrestible desire to be desired irrestibly,  gone are the days when love was worshipped and considered sacred.
Deep in roots influence of western culture is perhaps the reason for the unfortunate scenario in the our nation popularly revered for  love, tolerance and togetherness among the people. People are blindly following the western norms and are letting their learnt Indian value sink deep in water. They are detaching themselves from their roots and are on path to become exclusively modern and western.
Indians by doing so are proving themselves to be a sheep following the flock of sheep blindly. Thwarting the Indian values is a sheer threat to our society's individuality. Earlier this  fact is known sooner the change will come.
Though westernisation is the sole outcome if Indians keeps getting influenced by hollywood culture but a hope for a change needs to stay, for there's many a slip twixt the cup and the lip!

It means to those who have
Experienced how difficult it
Is to escape the inescapable!

Let thou shadows, eclipse the scars  the wounds left behind, let thyself accept the closure, let thyself blow the candle, let the silhouette of the gone , lay in peace. Let shadows of summer replace those of the dark. Let thou shadows last unlike those who own the scars! 

Zipped!

Stepping out of her shell,
she entered a world which she never knew well,
it was a world of mongrel genders
where lad and lass breathed together in healthy tempers
grown amidst the velvet of her society’s trends, where such tempers were condemned
decided to be choosy in her friends
but ouch! Failed to transcend
finding hard to find the missing peas of her pod
questioned the God
for thinking that was odd
the thoughts she was hooked to
were lined by her society in her mind
making her seclude the lads in all kind
he and she can never be just friends was dilating in her soul
thus, keeping herself in control
this was the swing asked to like against her dislike
fearing to sail against the wind
she kept clutching the threads locked viciously in her fists
“the threads which never connected the opposite figures’ wrists”
Trying not to vex the popular thought
Finally vowed to follow society’s ought and choke herself a lot
Living in desolation
Flunked in all drives
Centered to befriend her types
She cursed the shell that made her life hell
All those whom she counted upon
Had thoughts anti to her
Making her boycott them
Drawing again herself to hem
Frustrated she lived in a box
Smelling its darkness
Reminding her of her society’s talks
which could malign her clocks
but the darkness was much
to dash her hopes and
fitly had to cut those threads
that entangled her feet
from stepping in the field
where he and she could tweet ,meet without deceit
breaking all ironical bars, where he and she are made to tie a knot on the end
but can never be just friends before that end,
decided to get along the worldly trend
detaching herself from society’s stems
breathing a sigh of relief she realized
he can be a bosom buddy
against the thoughts fuddy duddy
alas! Her respite was transient
the society eschewed to be lenient in its thoughts
and saw her as a maligned lot
“we just good friends” was what she kept
Justifying to them
But “just” was too whooping, not to be condemned
She tried to make them see a change with change
But got a blow up on her face
Finally she became her own philosopher
With an aught demeanor
Towards the malignant talks against her manner
Au-courant, she lives her life
Without any knife
That created immense strife
Freezing her social life
Releasing herself from those parochial threads
Yet she worries for those still peeping the heads from their vacuumed webs
Like her there are still many voodooed
To suffer the Tory moods!
--- Saloni Gupta

Like

Falling loops of a bond!

As I sit here in gloom,
Thinking about the
Wrongs I did
Enough to
drag a  bond to its doom.
Finding hard to recollect,
For it  all happened correct,
As per my intellect.
But to them,
It were my faked overwhelms,
throwing me out of their realms.
 That ignorance,
Tests my tolerance,
With no scope for clearance,
And I realise the built distance.
Flashback, hindsight,
 gripped my mind tight,
searching the moments
Where I were perhaps
Too cold to their sight,
Yet too full for my love's appetite.
With my heart throbbing,
And chest sore from sobbing,
I look for the void answers
That brought me close to losers.
It all sailed with good intentions,
Was heading the justifications mentioned.
But those rowing with oars,
Found my heart too sore,
Leaving me hate myself more
And stay all alone.
Hoping against hopes,
 trying to tighten the falling  loopes,
Here i Yearn for the time,
Where I need not go a mile,
To get a true smile,
Over the demeanor that is
 Real and Only mine.

 **Nature is yet not asleep**

Sitting at the sea shore
With hands on  the sand
Which welcomes each wave
On the land.
My feet get drenched
With each tide high and low,
Back washing the sand beneath my toe,
The white caps becomes a feast to behold.
The crescent moon, waning yet
 Emitting enough to diffuse to the
 sparkles in its vicinity.
The moonlit, crashing waves
 showering the blanket
Studded with stars in dark
With  leaps too high to leave a moisten mark.
The broken clouds
Melting with smoky scent
To make the shine translucent.
The scintillating stars.
Sharing the lusture,
Illuding the eyes
To a diamond
Veil on the waves
Tempting the feet to wade.
Hence, even in the dark
Nature isnt asleep
To let it's beauty peep
Through the far land
Above the sand!
 --- Saloni Gupta

The lost opportunity

     As I look through my window

I see the children playing merrily round the willows,

oblivious of the worldly blows.

Alas! there are some who reflect a  situation of  juxtapose .

Those unfortunate lads are cursed,

They toil for hours,

And are devoid of the blissful showers,

Being ruled by the words of the nerds

who deprive them from being free birds.

To them childhood is a lost opportunity,

a  farfetched reality across the rivers peninsulas,

for their life draws upon the cinemas

 of a two letter pardox-:child-labour,

Oh my friend! These two words are akin to a  sabre,

ripping their souls   for their future  goals.

Life is a mere compromise for them,

Whence they are trapped in a vicious circle of an unlucky gem

Poverty is the only factor

And its time to close this chapter.

Their right to a better life is still  due

And those in power need to add it to the queue of the things to get through.

Though there are laws for the same

Yet many amongst us flout the game

And there after their childhood refuses to sprout again.

Perhaps! Their only fault was they were not born with a silver spoon in mouth and thus were foredoomed to feed their masters’ mouths...

Saloni gupta

My best holidays were my childhood days..

Childhood is like a song,

A song that is cherished for long,

It keeps on echoing in our life, long after it’s gone.

It’s the time when there are no fears,

And life is devoid of hardships and tears

Life is full of wonders then,

And each one is a lion in his own den.

It’s the time when there are no worries,

And life is like sweet red cherries.

In those days life is a panorama,

And each moment is full of melodrama.

In those days fights are not serious,

And everything seems so mysterious.

Childhood is like a rainbow,

The excitement of which cannot vanish in one go.

Alas! Those were the days

The essence of which I cannot feel today.