Blind in Love

Hello guys and girls.. How are you'll? I am so obsessed to writing about love these days.. No no, I haven't got a boyfriend but you know, just happened :p
So this is a poem dedicated to all those humans who passed in the humanity test. No more discussions, let's go for it :)

They invited me as a photographer

To the inclusive event of a Nursing Home

Where people meet, talk and love

And share their genome

"Hey, hello my love", a 70-year old said

"Thank you so much for coming"

I don't know in which state she was

With her stooped back, she was humming

I went to her and had a talk

Those glistening words had a shine

She confused me with her granddaughter

Who never came to confine

That night, she was full of thoughts and emotions

And she talked to me about everything

How she used to drop me at school 

But I was just afraid to fling

From that day, I visited her twice a week

And decided to keep shut

She still thinks I am her granddaughter

And I would never rebut

🙌  How was it? People, I really do wish for a comment below.. I don't know why but love is just mother-child, boyfriend-girlfriend or husband-wife these days.. This shouldn't happen. Love should be spread among other people like strangers, old folks, celebrities, plumbers, WRITERS, doctors and all of them ❤

Until the next,

Vidhi :)

Doctor or Life-Maker?

Hello folks! How are you all doing? Today, you are going to read a really inspiring story but before that, I'd like to discuss some points about Doctors.

Yea, doctors, life saviours, life makers, life blessers and life, what, everything. Like they save millions of lives on Earth but still, we love and respect celebrities more than them. I mean, the one who is dying all day and night just to save your life, you can't make him famous? They are a living version of God, and still Bollywood is at the top. I don't understand why we don't respect doctors. Just read this and please do comment below what you think about it.. Is it right or wrong?

"Dr Wilson, Room No 404"

And I rushed to the 4th floor.

'I'm losing breath, she mumbled,

Let my baby have a life'

'Get me the forceps and the vacuum'

Silence prevailed in the room, 

The mother alone with the baby in her womb

Three point five seconds later, Junior Evans cried,

And Mrs. Evans died.

No father, no mother, the baby was alone,

Though being the child of a baron.

I wiped and pressed "Button 404, Cleared".

Few minutes later...

"Dr Wilson, Room No 304"

And I rushed to the 3rd floor.

'My baby's coming', she mumbled.

'Get me the forceps and the vacuum'

Silence prevailed in the room.

The mother, the father and the little sister

Waiting for the baby to cry 

I knew Junior Scott had a die.

The sister came to me, 'I already love him, please try'

I quickly rushed to Room No 404

And exchanged Scott with Evans,

'Dear God, this is the last chance'

Family Scott thanked me for saving their son till heaven

And the sister gave me a card with "Doctor No 1"

That was the happiest day I ever had

The profession's faith made me glad.

What would you have done if in place of Dr. Wilson?

And yea, make doctors famous.

Waiter or Entrepenuer?

Hey guys! So damn sorry for such a long break. Actually I promised myself not to be so much socialluly active until I get done with my NEET. But I ended up breaking it. No, I don't use any social media stuff right now, but blogging also takes time, right?
So this is a story cum poem which I wrote days back. I never thought of posting it here and so it didn't come out. But I really feel this as the best work of mine till date. So let's not waste any time and show you the stuff..

Waiter or Entrepenuer?

Just two more minutes, he yelled for an hour 

I sat quietly hoping to see his car

He isn't far away, I kept thinking

Those last moment rejections kept me shrinking

I have to impress him this time

My parents already felt me grime

I was already twenty-five

And unmarried yet was difficult to be alive

I had Vitiligo

It isn’t a disease, but a vertigo

Those face creams were tired to rest upon my skin

They made me a constant feeling of chagrin

My mother told me, they love curvy but slim

They love fair, less dim

I was taught to eat less than healthy

I was taught to keep shut and remain stealthy

My opinions mattered the least

To reduce friction between my mind and my words, they often greased

The last rejection caused my parents in despair

And that was enough of me to bear

The number of face creams I used doubled

An unquestioned boy was what I struggled

And so, I waited for him for an hour and two now

This is the last time to anyone I bow

And there he arrived

Smiling at me, contrived

He was probably here to file with me a contract

We were to make a story, and not a fact

He greeted me, looking up and down

He obviously noted the light and dark brown

We talked about our families and stuff

He wasn’t that bimyou or bluff

He loved my smile, he said

I thought he should be honest instead

He grabbed the Menu and ordered two cups of cappuccino

Uh ho, it was quite andantino

I smiled and tried to maintain that contact

I just didn’t want him to distract

The waiter brought the Coffee

I was astounded to see his abnormality

He was too rude for a cup on his pants

The waiter was fortunate for his grants

He apologised for his uncertainty

But the man stood up in front of me

I had to have him today for sure

So I tried to calm him up and allure

He cleaned himself in the washroom

And I kept sucking myself for my doom

We didn’t talk about too much after that

And that date ended up matt

He didn’t bother to give the waiter a tip

And after that, I didn’t found him equip

I asked for his answer in the car

His answer was quite bizarre

‘You are good but I should think,

Give me some time to sync’

My heart told me it was a no

For my parents, I didn’t had a face to show

I felt disappointed for the waiter there

He might already have his job lost declared

So I rushed back to the Café and paid him his tip

And that moment had a large flip

He declined it and asked for a favour instead

‘I couldn’t do anything for you, I’m scared’

Can we date once? He asked

And today I’m marrying him, both of us basked.

Please do comment your opinions about this. Thanks for reading.

Until next, 

Vidhi