Dear Neha, wish you a very very happy birthday
May you forever be happy
So blessed am I, to be your colleague
You are like wine that gets better with age!

Dear Neha, wish you a very very happy birthday
To be your friend, am I so happy
Not always, is blood thicker than water
Really, to me are you dear!!

Dear Neha, wish you a very very happy birthday
Every time, do you help me keep tension at bay
A model of hard work, perseverance and dedication
To the team, are you quite the inspiration!!

Dear Neha, wish you a very very happy birthday
All negativity, do you slay
Because, kind to the core you are
Not to mention, an awesome wife and mother!!

Dear Neha, wish you a very very happy birthday
Off late, am I not so happy
Thank you for being so patient with me
A new Ashwin, will you soon see!!

Dear Neha, wish you a very very happy birthday
Always will I be with you, come what may
Together, can we overcome many a crisis
Don't worry, soon will you get a kiss
From none other than Lady Luck
So many times, have you bounced back
When under the pump
Your life has been filled with bumps
However, seldom have you sulked
Certainly, are your outlook and attitude to be admired!!

Dear Neha, wish you a very very happy birthday
May you have a fantastic day
And may God bless you, now and forever
With all that you deeply desire!!

Kerala, with its blessed beauty of nature, long and silver-haired with colorful clips of fishes and a black mountain cap, standing in a green curly dress full of colorful butterflies and glowing flowers on it, mesmerizing eyes with calm and peaceful nature gifts us a pleasant world.

             In 1975, a new creation of God, his loving child came to this world. I cried as every child does but at the next moment I laughed because I have been born into God’s own country, The Paradise. Thanks to the Almighty for bringing me to this wonderful heaven. Oops! I forgot one special person. Slowly I turn towards that smiling face, the one who is holding me in her hands, my sweet Mother.

            Hi, I am Neha, the blessed child born into a loving and caring family. Our house too was not less than a paradise in a beautiful village which was full of greenery. It was a joint family with grandfather, grandmother, great grandmother, uncles, and aunts and especially with a dozen of cousins! After three years, being blessed with a younger sister.

          I was a shy and reserved character for strangers in the outer world but I was open with my family just because of the serenity they made me feel by giving the freedom to express my feelings and wishes. My childhood days gave me the most memorable and golden moments in my life. It was such great fun! In those days we used to play a lot of outdoor games, going for movies with our granny, fighting with brothers, walking on walls, sitting near the pond and chatting till our granny came running with a bamboo stick, competing with the cuckoo and making it angry and making fun of boys! My cousins and I never missed the regional movies on Doordharshan. I was passionate about listening to music on AIR, writing it down, memorizing it and singing along with the singer. When my mother finds me missing, she comes searching for me without a second thought to catch me red-handed with a radio.

         Then came the tape recorder which made it easier for me to listen to my favorite songs when I wish and record my own sweet voice... (giggling) Actually I love doing intoxicating things and have fun which I shouldn’t being doing! Isn’t it funny? But my grannies were too strict that I had to control all my mischievous behavior and be a very good girl. Got confused? Ha! Ha! There were about four grannies. There was always a unity in our family. I never had the feeling of being without a brother of my own as my cousins who were brothers always made me feel more like their own sister.

        One more thing about me friends, I am a great devotee of Lord Krishna, whom I believe is always with me as a friend, lover and well-wisher. Oh my God! I revealed the secret about my love and lover! Imagining Him as a lover, playing with Him, dancing with Him, enjoying happiness to the fullest with Him was my great dream. Please don’t shake with laughter but I really wish that to happen, a blessing to see the original form with His flute, the sky-blue colored Krishna and experience the love and lust transforming myself to Radha, making it a spiritual affair.

My father, who was a great artist, used to draw Krishna’s pictures especially for me, knowing my crazy love for Him.

            I did my schooling well as a normal child and scored average marks happily!

I felt that I was the luckiest person in this world. (smiling)

            Mmmm. Now it’s time for college. I got admission for BA English Literature, my favorite subject, my passion and one of my dreams.

            One of my cousins (sister) and I joined the college. We were in great excitement and were sure about having great fun because when we both were together, there was no doubt of pleasure and entertainment. Even though I was not so modern I was stylish and became a queen in everyone’s eyes!  We had a great time in college with our friends. There were boyfriends too.

One of our friends, a best friend, Nikhil was so special, caring and loving, always doing something exciting to make me fall hard into laughter.

         Hey! One more secret: I used to feel that I am playing with Krishna as a friend (Remember my wish?  ...LOL)

         Nikhil and I used to fight a lot on different topics but when it’s all over and we got tired, we were back together with more affection and fondness for each other. He was a very comfortable friend with whom I could share any of my feelings and viewpoints straight from the heart.

I was moving forward to the fourth month of my college, September, when the buds of beautiful flower forget-me-not blossom smiled at us.

       In this beautiful month, comes Onam, the day that welcomes the great King, Mahabali to Kerala. It was a month of celebration for me. A pookkalam would be drawn, decorated with different colorful flowers in front of each house till the day of Onam for ten days, which I really enjoyed during the festival.

       Knowing my wish to do this, permitting me to make pookkalam for those ten days.

      I got up early in the morning wandering everywhere to collect flowers from our house and of course our neighbor’s house (giggling).

       After making my art with flowers and admiring myself, I gave a pat on my back mentally as if I have won the first prize for pookkalam. The most interesting thing is, my cute great Grandmother joined me with a no tooth smile (imagine)

I enjoyed my holidays with my family in new clothes and Onam sadhya with my favorite Ada pradhaman ( payasam) ….yummy !!

       During those days there were only landline and it was strictly prohibited for us. Permitted to make only important calls if necessary and only girls could ring us, not boys (how sad, isn’t it?)


                        No mails! No Facebook! No Whatsapp!

      Still it was a great time because we were able to feel moment of celebrations, relationships and perceive the worth of feelings of our dear and near ones. Almost everyone was free of mental and emotional strain in our time. The only reason was many of them were able to solve the complications and pressure of their lives through direct communication, a joint family, a joint society. There was always a lot of helping hands.

         Children enjoyed each others company as they met daily by playing outdoor games, going to school by cycles, walking together and sharing their daily class sessions, their mischievous acts and how were they punished together by their teachers. They even shared their family issues and there was no need of counseling for children at that time.


         I was back to college after the Onam holidays and celebrations. You might be thinking why I didn’t mention about missing my friends and college.

Actually they were in my thoughts but I am the kind of person whose policy is to “Live in the Present” and not spoil the present happiness of oneself and others.


       I am sharing one more secret! I missed a special person among them. Guess who?

You were right! It’s none other than Nikhil, my Krishna.

       Reached college in my caravan, BSA SLR (my cycle) with my cousin sister. All our friends came running towards us and we contributed our love and affection for each other.

I lost my father when I was in college but my uncle never gave me a chance to mourn the loss and stood with me as a pillar filling absence of my father. I always believed that Krishna was with me in all my ups and downs in different forms to support me.

After my father’s death, I decided to take life in a methodical way with my credence in Krishna to overcome the trammels coming on my way.

I accomplished my graduation and joined for post-graduation. You might be wondering why I am not mentioning anything about Nikhil….hmmm….I read your mind….

The truth was that I was totally lost after the death of my father and my full concentration was to complete my graduation well.

        Hey! But his full support made me more ardent and to gain more will-power to face all ups and downs.

        Nikhil completed his B.com and then joined to do CA. As his father got transferred his family relocated to another state. That was a big shock for me but I consoled my mind and heart, requesting them not to make me weak.

Accomplished my post-graduation, did my Teachers Training and I am an English teacher now! Surprised? But happy for me, right?

       One thing friends, till now I have faith and belief in my Krishna.

I know what is going on in your mind. Did Nikhil and I communicate with each other after his father’s transfer? Did we meet again?

After leaving the city, we were in touch for few months till he flew to America.

Slowly I too stopped communicating with him and engaged myself in daily matters and family duties and took care of my mother and sister.

      All my cousins, one by one completed their academics, some got married and settled in their family life. But there was always a get together once in a month. Now my mother wanted me to get married and settled.

      Many alliances came and I was ready to shake my head like a goat to the one which my elders chose for me.

Ha! Ha! Just kidding…. They know what is good and bad for me. Actually that is what I believe.

Hmmm…. Anyway I made one promise to myself that if I give birth to a baby boy, I would surely name him “Nikhil”.

Now I am a wife and a mother of a one and a half-year old boy.

Excuse me, did you ask me something?

Oh! My son’s name?

One second please …. My baby is crying…

Nikhil…….

Please change the baby's diaper !

दिलों में बस जाए तो मोहब्बत है वो,
कभी पत्नी-धर्म तो कभी बहू का कर्तव्य निभाती है वो,
कभी बहिन तो कभी ममता की मूरत है वो,
उनके आँचल में हैं से चाँद सितारे,
कभी सहेली बन कर हर दर्द -ग़म को छुपा लेते सीने में,
सब्र की मिसाल, हर रिश्ते की ताकत है वो,
कौन कहता है कि वो कमज़ोर है।

आज भी उनके हाथ में अपने घर को चलाने की डोर होती है।
वो तो दफ्तर भी जाते हैं, और अपने घर परिवार को भी संभालते हैं।
हौंसले और हिम्मत की पहचान है वो,
अपने हौसले से तक़दीर को बदलने की ताकत रखती है वो,
वो और कोई नहीं मेरी प्यारी Neha Mam है वो

~

come sit with me
i'll tell you secrets
secrets buried in the
far side of the moon

like how your name and mine
and the word 'love'
have two vowels
for a special reason

how words like
'heaven' and 'chrysanthemum'
cannot be spelled without
your name in them

how that smile of yours
could abate the void of
a thousand galaxies

and how everytime i make
a vague outline of my soul
i end up with a picture of you

come sit with me

how sometimes i wished
i was a crocodile
so i had no tearducts
or a earthworm
so i would have five hearts,
you could break them all
and i'd still not cry

how i could spend eternities
interpreting abstract in the
neverending brown of your eyes  
or writing love poems at the
back of your palms  

as march unfolds like a mayflower
this thursday feels like
a delectable dream
a dream that belongs only to us

come sit with me
come sit with me  

~

FRIENDSHIP IS LIKE A PLANT THAT CANNOT BE UPROOTED BY ANY STROM.
HAVE A SWEET DAY AND FRIENDSHIP DAY.
GOOD MORNING
:-)
*^_^

"Just the tip. Just the tip." Initiation. Fourteen years old, fourteen year olds don't know the just the tip trick. It hurt like hell but the sound of his panting was well...worth it. Just the tip, then just the shaft. Just a lick, what a champ…the other half. Gigi was born, de-flowered then flourished. Naughty by nature. Fed and *** nourished. What a **** I was, what a ***** I am.…just slap my ***, grab me and pull me in. Choke me, bite me...squeeze, pull my hair, look me in the eyes, cuff me to a chair. Quiet ones you have to watch. I moan louder than I talk, nice rock in my hips....do me real good and I'll wobble when I walk. The club is my home, but not where I belong. Under my hijaab they can't see my laced thong. Taught to cater to the men and serve them martinis. Not dance ***** naked in heels and bikinis. Allahu Akbar. Don't let my family find out. Allahu Akbar. They'll **** me. Allahu Akbar. But if they do. Allahu Akbar. I'm still me.

My name is Neha,
Stage name GiGi however so complex, Stripper in silence,
And I'm strung out on ***.

FRIENDSHIP IS LIKE A PLANT THAT CANNOT BE UPROOTED BY ANY STROM.
HAVE A SWEET DAY AND FRIENDSHIP DAY.
GOOD MORNING
:-)
*^_^

And every night my love,
I watch you from my window,
Sitting on your rooftop,
And staring at the moon,
Like there's a piece of your heart,
Hidden in it's shadow.

I see it all love,
The way you look at the moon,
Like it's the only place for you,
Away from this chaotic world,
Where you can put your guard down
And throw away your mask.

I watch it every night love,
Your face.
Your face honey, draped in the
curtain of moonlight,
Oh, it mesmerises me,
And the beauty of your eyes,
With the moon's reflection in it,
My love,it leaves me spellbound.

I see it all love,
The way your eyes glimmer sometimes,
And the curve that forms on your face
talking to the moon.
And sometimes,I even see the shinning pearls cascading down your cheeks,
As the cigarette touches your lips.

It's like watching the moon
And talking to it gives you peace,
While looking at your face,
gives me serenity.
I wish someday I could watch the
moon with you and you would watch
the dawn with me,
I wish someday I could rewrite the stars,
And make you mine.
-Neha

My soft beating heart needs complete peace
I want my soul to heal and rest at ease.

I'm bleeding from inside,
I want to run, I want to hide.

Wandering all alone in the midst of the crowd,
I hear my silence screaming out loud.

I am tired and could barely stand up
I want my heart to slowly mend up.

My dripping heart agonizes for peace,
Indeed, after every hardship comes an ease.
~Neha Khan

I am tired some days,
To hold it all inside,
To keep it all together.
'Cause how long do you think
Can it survive?
After a heart's being broken and shattered?

Sometimes I wish I could leave it all behind
Take away the power I've given people
To hurt me
And maybe then I can be free? 'Cause I've had it enough,
My insecurities **** me up,
Or maybe it's my fear of losing people
Is what I'm afraid of?

I know I ain't easy to love,
I know I'm complicated and ****** up.
But I wonder why do you still hold onto me,
Maybe 'cause you want to;
Or perhaps is it because,
I don't let go easy?

I hope someday I can get out of my misery;
Which I know in this world ain't easy.
I hope someday it won't be this hard,
And I can completely put down my guard.
Let my screams out;
And rest my tired heart.
//tired//
-Neha❤✨

And as I look at you,
The memories of you and me makes me feel  a plethora of emotions.
And maybe that's the reason,
Everytime I reminicise them,
They give me this false hope,that you and I, can be 'us' again.
And maybe this time I wouldn't be able to survive the pain,
Because now,love I'm drowning.
My heart, it's sinking in those tears that were caged inside me,
The tears that I never let out.
-Neha

Carmen, Bolton, Lama, Sophie, Timothy,ScriptedSilence.
Amanda, Richard,Lily, Keith, Divine,Elle,Laura, Cne.
Sarah, Kim,Sobberingsoul, Frank,Jason, Traveler,Fran.
Moonlight,Jules, AB,Lovelyn,Beautifully Broken,Ranveer.
Fearless, Iz,BD,Neha,Selina,Shaina,Maddy, Mack,John.
Godson1,Joseph,Jay, Poetress,Claryt,Fecundeity,Abraham.
Loser,ymmiJ,Osiria,Tony,Erian­,Hanna,Elena,Empire, Mellow.
Grace, Joyce, Deep, Sassy,Jen, Untold,Nikita, Word,Suzy.
There are many more but heres a few more Great poets too.

Was it her fault that she was born a girl?
As a child she had only seen so little of this world..
Was it really her fault that she dared to roam alone?
Was it a crime to be fearless on this land that she thought it was her home?

A place that is known as the heaven on earth..
A land she loved so much ever since her birth.
On that land she had dreamed of blossoming into a wonderful woman
She died just as a child falling prey to some barbaric demons!!

She was Asifa and she was ONLY eight.
Who was drowned to death in the ocean of hate!
At that age when she only knew what was it to love and trust,
Totally unaware of the danger of someone’s murderous lust
She never imagined that her trust would be betrayed,
By a bunch of monsters who took her away!

Her cries and screams fell on deaf ears.
The abuse went on as they continued to leer at her
For them she was just a toy,
But for her …her world was destroyed!

She pleaded to let go off her again and again
But her agonizing cries went in vain.
They amputated her soul again and again,
Brutally abusing her, they left her to die in pain!

When she met her fellow victims…
She realized she was not alone..
So many souls in the past that were ripped apart
and separated from their beautiful homes!

So many voices still going unheard,
So many innocent lives still being shattered,
But yet no lessons learnt…
We shall pay a heavy price
If we let loose those devils in disguise.
Enough of signing those powerless petitions and holding candle light vigils..
It is time to stop showing the candle to those treacherous devils!

May justice prove its strength and prevail in time
To engrave into those devilish minds
That the nation is no longer blind
For they shall be severely punished for their heinous crimes.

In a nation where the protection of children and women take Centre stage
Their innocence and dignity will never be at stake
For all precious souls who left the world,
Should never ever feel ashamed of being born as a girl!!

                     ------NEHA BOKIL

Wow...amazing ten
Beautiful years of togetherness
Kunnal.. Thought to say
Check out Neha the wife...
Very first time using the knife..
To cut the chocolate cake with "gems on the top"

Life running at a higher speed
Mrs Makhija finally succeed
To take care of coco n mansion
No more burnt breads to give you better satisfaction

Each year has its impact
As you already had a pact
Do whatever you want my better half
I m there for you with all my laugh
I will be filling bottles and washing
Will help you with dishes and bear with your shopping

Though you were smart enough
But this card was much of bluff
She was no ordinary
For you to marry
When you unpack her
Then you know how much you lack
Not knowing jamuna pai and Mac

Still much to unfold
Increase your threshold
You did love her a lot
She is your mascot
It's difficult for me and dad
To cope up with her charm, to add
Though i don't know all dressing
But it is for sure...she is a blessing

I wonder how heart touching it must felt,
to be genuinely loved by someone.
Someone who undoubtedly gives you lasting happiness,
Someone to depend on.
I wonder how it must felt,
To be held dearly by someone,
In their protecting and warm arms.
Or the gentle smile that automatically lay on your lips,
Just by thinking about them,
without any evident regrets and guilt.
I wonder how it must felt when your eyes meet and you can't help but think how,
Beautiful they by heart are.
When your eager hand craves to just hold that someone and never let go.
- Neha

"Stronger you have to be, No choice will be given to thee. Sing out loud the melancholy of your heart, Feel broken? Stop! Smile! and Restart."
Written by Miss Neha Sharma