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About suchitaatrivedi

I am a Mechanical Engineer by profession, and Loves creative working such as writing Poems, Articles, Short stories... Sketching, Poster painting, Canvas painting...etc... I believe I am just a creative spirit in body having life... with the passing time might be a layer of dust lightens the affect of my work but I am sure it's spirit will never die...

Life Without Limits…

Daily I get together with lot of people in my circle. And I always fail to recognize myself among them, I always ask a question to myself “who am I?” Till now I am not back with an answer. But I very agreeably can make out one thing and that is “I possess a heart, a heart that can nurse back the psychological health of a person; a heart that can find contentment in every part of life”.

Today I met with a 20 year old college boy Rave. Rave is a victim of a car crash. He was returning from college on his bicycle, when two cars had a collision. In the crash one of the cars lost its footing and smashed him. In this misfortune he went through a massive loss- physical as well as psychological.

About an hour his hand was dead bolt under the off-centered car. But after the great effort of medical care his hand has been operated and regrettably been alienated from his body. However, nothing could restore his lost confidence. So now a day’s whenever he becomes visible to himself in the mirror, tears and silent cries come along. Because now Rave considers him as a different person, distinct from his family, his friends and each person around like chalk and cheese.

When I met with this young man Rave, I said “oh boy you give the impression of being handsome”, but no reactions were able to be seen. Then I very well comprehend that these things wouldn’t act on Rave, so I said “dear if someone in the least lost one of his fingers, does that mean his other fingers will stop working? You can’t make other sections of your body to stop working just because the loss of one of your hands”.  But again nothing much I scrutinize on his face.

Then I said “dear I will let you know of a story, the true one that has never been told from the heart of one, not till now”.

Looking at you gives me a reflection of the person who didn’t get even an opportunity to sense; sense how it all feels to have pair of hands and to be in motion with fingers. How does it experience to cling something in your palm. He wasn’t lucky enough to get even a chance to be acquainted with what is standing on feet, footing on grass, being under his own steam with friends.

Nearby you can find untold people who can’t even boast on what you are left with. You include pair of leg for leisurely walk. In spite of everything you still have the possibility to make your left arm get skilled in what your right arm was, and bring it into play for your lost branch.

He raised his eyes to look at me

Then looking into his eyes, I said “You still have a life to live”.

“You have to decide for yourself. You want to take the weight off your feet and cry or want to position yourself and fight back in the vein of a soldier.

You have to be the victor in the battle of life. Let this life recognize you as a tough shell to crack. You have a long life to go. So, light up the spirit in your heart that can never be broken.

This all made him cover his face with the only hand he had and burst out into tears. He said “m sorry” Listening to this I mutely stepped out of his room because I knew now he can lift himself up to the line he has to.

After my return to home, I felt some wetness on my face. So I saw my eyes in the mirror and found they were flowing. Then my eyes travel down “oh I fail to remember I don’t possess legs” then I thought to wipe the tears on my face and my brain go round to remember of that lucky boy Rave who own a hand who could be a companion in his sadness and I None.

In current times a good number of people are displeased from tip to toe with what they have. This is because of the reason: every single human being is looking up at the sky and is gradually forgetting its grounds. In the running time every single person wants to fly high but in that they always fail to keep in their mind that they will be in need of a ground when they will fall.

With this story I want to make people understand the importance of ground. The importance of having an aim of achieving things along with being happy and satisfied with what you have. Because most of the time we fail to enjoy some beautiful moments of life in running after for things we wish to have.

 
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Posted by on September 15, 2011 in Articles

 

Make it now

Loving someone is as straightforward as tweaking up with a number of melodies. But putting across that love could be as hard-hitting as climbing the Mount Everest.

Every day we go down in love with people in the region of us for their good-looking eyes, their perfect smile, their wonderful gestures, for their honey dipped nature and ceaseless string of reasons. But once in a blue moon we serve these compliments to those people. For the most part it comes about to us when the person is our next of kin. We experience our lips ice over, a sense of timidity in us. But just one time give it an attention. Did we ever convey our gratitude to our parents for providing every particular object in our living we wanted? We do it time and again with our friends but not a lot with our own flesh and blood, why?

          Do we ever express appreciation to our siblings for crafting our infancy more joyful and engraved on our mind with beautiful memories just because of their presence? Again no and if we do it, then we do it on the odd occasions, why? Is it so very stiff to express to your blood ones? Perhaps yes, I go all the way through the same. Expressing good quality seems to be a ceremonial gesture. And we don’t like to conduct ourselves formal to our parents and siblings. We accept as true that if we do, it will be more like amusing ourselves.

But do we ever provide a thought about what they go through when we serve bitter to them. If expressing is official, then why now and again we behave formal with our relations and dwell bad words to them. Why at that point we don’t undergo that we making fun of ourselves. Why can’t we feel the pain of falling tears from their hearts, when we hurt them? We do it over and over again with our family but very rarely with our friends. Why?

I can’t make out the perfect answer to it.

But I am familiar with one thing and that is, once in your life time do express to your family what your heart feels for them. What in genuine your life became just for the reason that they are in your life. How much in actual your heart is thankful to them. May be at that particular point of moment in time they wouldn’t act in response the way you want them to be or you believe for them that they should. But naturally sooner or later their mind will reflect that expression which you made in fades of time to them and certainly that day your turn of phrases will make them sense privileged with tears because of your being there in their life. So do it now and do it before you are done. Because may be the time you realise your life would be done.

 
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Posted by on September 14, 2011 in Articles

 

LOVE MOM…

You are in my heart,
You are in my eyes,
You put yourself on heat,
And made me rise.
You are on my lips,
You are in my words,
You are my idyllic,
The only one i enamoured,
The moment in time all alone,
I can sense you around me,
You are the only one,
Who sets my sorrow free.
You are in my work,
You are in my dedication,
Whenever I think of you,
It brings me great satisfaction.
You introduced me to letters,
To make my life a complete sentence,
To this banal life,
You brought a beautiful sense.
But my feelings were never the same,
As for you i feel now,
I still remember the time,
When i made these eyes to flow.
I knew the volume of tears,
In your eyes my words could bring,
But just to console my heart,
I blamed you for everything.
I showed you my back,
Knowing you forlorn,
When you needed me the most,
I left you all alone.
I perforated your heart,
The most preposterous act i could show,
Knowing you in pain,
I let the red fluid flow.
I regret for those moments,
When I left you cry,
But ‘MOM’ you are the only one,
For whom I can ‘DIE’.
 
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Posted by on August 19, 2011 in Poems

 

Take me to the air

Can see taint on my shining wings
Scars on corpse of my sins
Polluting the simplicity of my soul
I have tanned my purity through coal
Beauty of my heart is dying
In this blaze, my soul is crying
I wanna cry, cry and cry…
Till my very last tear don’t get dry
Life isn’t acting in kindness with me
The shifting of colors I can see
Darkness all over in my open sky
Gives the impressions of light being so high
I am on my last breath out here
Killing myself through this poisoned air
This shift has generated a fear in me
The vein of my body is turning blue
Each second I wanna get to the air
But at the moment life isn’t so fair
So to shield myself from this rage
I wanna lock myself in some cage
I don’t wanna hear any sound
And wanna run from the people around
I did, what i shouldn’t have done
So just can wait for the mounting of the sun
Don’t wanna see the questions in eyes
With fallen lashes my heart cries
Still I wonder how I could do
But i can’t run from what is true
I don’t wanna tell what i did
But with this feel i wanna get rid
Suffocating my soul in
I am disappearing coz of my sin
Doesn’t wanna smell the pain of grieve
But have to smell the same each time i breathe
Just to forget the temporary pain
I soaked my body in sinful rain
I am loosing myself in this time
Repeatedly committing the same crime
Losing the purity of my name
For the sake of this bloody fame
Wishing for no gravity to hold me down
I wanna be in motion from this ruined ground
Wanna make my life a bit stable
But donno where to travel from the middle.
 
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Posted by on August 19, 2011 in Poems

 

FEEL….

Feel the twinge of ‘imprison’,
Trees that cannot walk.
Feel the pain of ‘speechlessness’,
Animals that cannot talk.
Feel the ache of ‘statue’,
Pictures that cannot express.
Feel the woe of birds in cage,
Who got wings to fly, not to rest.
Feel the misery of stray animals,
Whom we drive on.
Feel the grief of injured animals,
Who cannot even say “I am in pain”.
Feel the emotions of others,
Who live around us…
It’s our world not my,
So understand the value of ‘us’ not ‘I’.
 
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Posted by on August 19, 2011 in Poems

 

For me love is…

For me love is…
The crystal colours of butterfly,
Stars of the striking dark sky,
Winter rose dipped in the dew,
A moon out of the blue,
For me love is…
The moonlight in the room,
A lily in the bloom,
Gentle rain from the heaven,
My rolling tears for the one.
For me love is…
Like a beautiful vision,
An undying illusion,
Like calling the moon at day,
Brightening the night with ray,
For me love is…
A long walk together,
Our hands fit in to each others,
With a touch so true,
Smell of your breath so new.
For me love is…
Burning all wordily desires,
Gazing into each other’s eyes,
Dancing with u in the moon light,
Enclosed in your arms all night.
For me love is…
Each petal like words from you,
Formulating every thought into new,
Resting my head on your chest,
For the last heavens rest.
For me love is…
The very last desire,
To live in your eyes,
To die in your heart,
To start a day new,
For me love is just ‘you’.
 
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Posted by on August 19, 2011 in Poems

 

Deceased

With the broken heart, I was barely breathing,
When you came to me with your love as healing,
You were with me all day and all night,
With a belief, one day you will bring me back to life,
You kept me close hearing your Heartbeat,
This made my ice-covered body feel your heat,
Wiping tears through my doleful face,
You promised to lock all my tears in some case,
Melting the ice of my freeze out heart,
You ripped the sadness of my face apart,
In the sight of your love and tender touch,
I started dissolving myself like sugar in liquid,
One day I asked you for something special,
Gifting me the same case, you pushed me to tear’s well,
Now every night hiding myself from this world I cry,
With this thought that one day these tears will get dry.
 
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Posted by on August 19, 2011 in Poems