THE TURNING POINT

Hello everyone,

I have been so eager to share this beautiful part of my life but my creator,RAJ,so called busy these days never allowed himself to sit before laptop and spare an hour for me.i feel pity not only on my friends but on all other “non-living things”(this is the name given to us by some bloody human) who never gets a mediator to express themselves.contradictory to human knowledge on all “non-living things”,we have lot more things and experiences to share,with not even a single page of rubbish or non-sense things unlike the so called “civilized humans”.but only few lucky guys like me gets chance to express their “beautiful story” via mediator like RAJ(thats why I love him from heart even though rough at mouth).

Hey I think we got diverted from the actual story.hmmm…ya got it.

RAJ got busy with his studies and never talked with me for many days.i thought that my end was near and was crying on my fate.everyone has some dreams,some goals,some desires,some expectation and a  desire to have long life,so I do.but sensing the death around me I lost all hopes,on God and also on RAJ.

But some important events of life happen without least expectation and they change your life.and I consider this event(the turning point)as the most memorable and sweetest part of my life.

One day RAJ read poem of a junior in his college magazine.he liked the poem so much and decided to talk with that girl.so he messaged her through facebook and after two or three days he got reply from her on his mobile.RAJ came to know about her and read the beautiful poems written by her.this friend(SHRUTI) and her poetry inspired him so much and he got transformed into a poet.the outer shell over his talent was uncovered by her.she came as light into his dark path and showed the way ahead.she transformed his life.

Now RAJ with his creativity and inspiration of his friend started a long journey into the “world of poetry”.into the world of imagination and creation,into the world of positive thinking..so now with his new poem,a new member was added to my family,a new thought to the world and a new friend to the literary world.i now discussed with my fellow beings,the situation under which they came to this world and the message they have in store.we all were so happy to be on this world,to be a part of RAJ’s life,to express the feelings into words and to make someone happy when they read us.

So guys if we poems can express our life story then why not you..pick up a pen or sit on your laptop and start expressing yourself..so that this world have a new story to know..

Yours loving,

Mr.poem

The hardship of the journey...

hello everyone,

the following few days after my birth i was so excited and happy.but my excitement and happiness did not last longer to my expectation.i prepared a big list of "to-do" in the coming days.but i never thought that my all dreams would be shattered in a short period of time.

i have decided to visit so many people to be read by them,to get into their heart and make them feel the "heavenly world" of poetry,to make them smile for a moment,making them to think different above the daily boring routine,to make them realise the "real beauty" of life around,to evoke their sleeping soul from one corner of their body,to share the talent of my creator-RAJ and in the end to pass on a small message to the world..

but only i could get into the hands of few friends of RAJ and the effect on them was not so impressive.the dreams of mine and RAJ's were reduced to a silly joke..we both were so nervous and sad for this kind of response and a poor start..

the coming few days i had to sit in the old,1999 diary of RAJ..ideally,just smelling the odour of old paper the diary.even a layer of dust formed on the brown cover..RAJ was busy with his college life and was again happy with the fun and his friend circle,aborting the idea of writing poetry.

i thought will die alone without any friends,without moving out of this diary,without getting shared and without getting published.i thought RAJ's creative mind is taken aback and would never rise and he will atlast throw me into any of rubbish dust-bin..NO..NO..I CANT BEAR THIS..I CANT ALLOW RAJ'S TALENT TO MEET THIS DEADLY FATE..THERE SHOULD BE A WAY OUT..

and finally an interesting twist came into my and RAJ's life..it changed the remaing part of my life story..infact it created a new story of my life..

so guys keep your fingers crossed for that interesting twist of my life..will be back with my story..

yours loving-mr.poem.

My b'day...

I think i dont remember the exact day when i was born neither do my creator RAJ knows(because he is poor in remembering dates,except b'days of few best friends,family members and some cute gals).But the events and the night leading to my birth on this beautiful world is quiet interesting and filled with emotions..

it was as usual boring and dull evening in one of the room of RAJ's college hostel.three boys were in different posture formed the part of the junk in the so called "medical boys hostel" room.RAJ was sitting on the 3and1/2 legged plastic chair.the other two were his best buddies in hostel.one was busy messaging someone and the other(the guy because of him i was created) was lying on the bed with gloomy face and motionless body.he was muttering some words(bad words starting with f) in anguish and sadness.RAJ tried to talk with him but he narrated a part of his story and regained his previous posture.

RAJ gathered the remaining story from his "mobile addicted" friend.finally RAJ came to know that it is a case of "love failure".

now RAJ the real story starts..RAJ tried to understand the whole story,tried to feel the deep emotions of his friend,dived the depth of this love story..as his thoughts mixed with the deep emotions,as his head imagined the situation of the story,as he allowed his heart and mind to meet...a new creature evolved out of nowhere..

it was not with flesh and bones..neither had beginning nor end..it was not visible but can be felt,can be imagined,can be loved,can be sung,can be talked,can be written,can be modified,can be understood,can be an inspiration,can be enjoyed,can be correlated and so on...IT WAS ME..A NEW POEM ON THIS BEAUTIFUL WORLD..FINALLY I AM BORN..HURRAY!!!

i know the situation under which i was born is very awkward and sad..but the two person had a great reason to celebrate that gloomy nite of RAJ's friend..ME and RAJ..people say na"some sad situation has something beautiful in it,only we require a different angle to look at it"..

i never expected that i would come out so unexpectedly from the "busy mind" of RAJ..but i was so happy and excited..to see the wonderful world and people around..to share my beautiness and message to the world..to meet my fellow poems and their creators..i thank RAJ from whole heartedly for creating me and also giving me a chance to express my story..so just a small message to the beautiful people here "express your stories,express your thoughts,express your feelings...atleast one or two people may like it".

your loving-mr.poem

at last i am here...

hurray!!!!!
at last i am here.i hve been waiting for this moment past 2 years.my creator was a lazy bugger(please read it slowly,otherwise he may delete this post).i was waiting in the 1999 leather bond, old diary of RAJ(his actual name is rajendra patel,but he write RAJ under his poems thinking it will look cool..he sucks) like a young girl who wish to see the new world outside.

i along with my fellow poems were lying in this old diary of him..some got chance to be read by few of his classmates(even for this he felt like flying in sky)..some even got chance to get published on facebook..there they were lucky to be read by few more people..even got appreciation in the form of likes and comments..the entire fame was taken away by "greedy RAJ"..

so then i discussed the matter with my fellow poems and suggested them to go on strike..on fast unto death..start a freedom fight..because this idiotic RAJ,who calls himself poet with his studies will never allow us to be into the outside world..to be get read by other poetic enthusistics..to meet other fellow "poem friends" of the world..

as we were now determined to go on the "freedom fight of poetry liberation" this RAJ some how came to know about our plans..he diagnosed something wrong in our behaviour(as all doctors have suspecting eye)..so he consulted the weakest member of our team and gathered the information on this tight situation..

he called a meeting,invited all the poems written by him and came to a conclusion after thinking long that he will share our story on the internet through blogs..he will take out his time from his study schedule and post our story..

finally a smile ran on all faces of my poem friends..they were happy and excited to get published and share their stories on the net..

so this is our beginning towards a long journey ahead..so now we thank RAJ for his kindness shown to us..we will be meeting with you all in near future with our interesting stories..

your lovely-mr.poem