Amanat #2

Waiting for the moment,
To hold your tiny little hands for the first time,
To look straight into your eyes,
To cry on the happiest moment for the first time,
To hold you in my hands,
To be afraid of holding properly for the first time,
To teach you to speak,
To be overwhelmed on hearing PAPA for the first time,
To hug you carefully tight,
To feel being in the embrace of an ANGEL for the first time,
To hear about a guy,
To cautiously hide my fear for the first time,
To see you getting engaged,
To wish against your will for the first time,
To see you becoming a mother,
To hold another tiny little hand for the first time.

Previous post on my, would be, daughter Amanat.


Hi everyone. I’m sorry I wasn’t active on WordPress for a long time. I haven’t read so many posts, but I’m reading so I’ll read all of them ASAP.

Most of you already know the reason. But those who don’t, I lost my Granny on 28th December 2017. She’s my favourite person. I have spent most of the time of my 22 years of life with her.

She wasn’t having any serious problem. She had gastric issue, late night 19th December 2017. We took her to doctor on 20th December 2017. That day she wasn’t able to breathe properly and her body wasn’t making any urine which made us think that her kidneys stopped working. There was no change in her condition till next morning so we took her to MH on 21st December 2017. They examined her for 6-7 hours and then recommended for Escort Fortis in Amritsar. We shifted her there. My Grandpa, younger maternal aunt and 2 friends of my maternal uncle went with her. Next morning doctors said there are only 20% chances so I went to see her with my elder maternal aunt. She wasn’t talking now, but wasn’t looking like a person with 20% chance only. I came back before night as Mom was alone at home. On 23rd December 2017 there was some improvements so my younger maternal aunt decided to come home next morning. We decided that she’ll take rest for one day and we’ll leave for Amritsar on 25th December 2017. But grandpa asked to rest for another day and come on 26th. So we went too Amritsar on 26th December 2017. She was finally talking. I was so happy. I met her for 5 minutes maximum and she was talking all the time. I was supposed to come back but Mom asked me to stay there and come back next day. I stayed and went to meet her for 3 times in ICU. On 27th December 2017, I went to meet her early morning. She had vomited and nobody had clean it. When I stood next to her bed she asked me to be careful as she vomited on the floor and asked me to give her water. I didn’t give her for the first time as doctors recommended not to give her much. But she was extremely thirsty so I gave her a little. Then I sent my aunt inside to meet her. They were a little worried but things were not seeming that bad, so they sent me home to help Mom. As I reached Pathankot railway station I got a call from my uncle’s friend asking me if I’m still in Amritsar. He was suggesting to shift granny to Mohali, Chandigarh. I told him that I can’t take that decision so ask Mom about it. When I reached home everyone was worried. I didn’t understand as I left granny talking properly and doctors were talking about so many problems and told us that there are only 5% chances. Next morning, on 28th December 2017, her heart shrank and she left me crying. The one who used to tell her, with lots of confidence, that I won’t cry. After that my maternal uncle was available only on 28th December 2017 because of some reasons that I can’t share here. After that day I was busy helping everyone and doing all the rituals. So, this is what happened with my family. I used to love messing with my Granny 😊…

Life of my favourite person

I love him,

He loves me too,

We never told each other,

But we know we do,

We fought countless times,

But he never slept without talking to me,

I did everything for him,

So does he,

His eyes didn’t cry,

Coz he’s a MAN,

But I know he cried a lot,

Coz he’s MY MAN,

Leaving this mortal world,

I saw my family crying,

Collecting my bones from the ashes,

A part of them dying,

I died in ICU,

Begging to see and touch my caged son,

In chains he came touched my mortal body,

But my senses were numb,

Now I’m sitting in a plate in my own home,

Waiting once again for him to come….


Caged she was,

Her own hands turned the keys,

Locks she never opened,

Never let herself free,

Tired of trying everything,

Nobody could ever succeed,

She’s a book of emotions,

Nobody could ever read,

Breaking her shells,

She’s making her way out,

Used to hide in dark,

Now standing out in crowd,

Still afraid,

Her body shakes,

Not letting her soul go back,

No matter what it takes.

Carpe Diem

Lost in past,

We found each other,

To make our lives elated,

We need to be with each other,

Made some promises,

We won’t break,

Physically so far,

Our eyes crave,

The day we’ll meet,

Deep lost in the ocean of eyes,

The moment will come,

Making us realise,

Separation is knocking on the door,

Let us live this moment,

As God knows when will we meet again,

Only God knows how long this distance will cause us pain.

Special thanks to Suraj for his contribution.

The Dark World.

I like scared hearts,

Fear is my meal,

A drop of blood is enough,

To seal the deal,

You can’t betray me,

And your soul will be mine,

You can’t break the contract,

Or everyone close to you will be dying,

Do as I say,


Stand against me,

And face my wrath,

I’ll give you everything you want,

And snatch everything comes between you and me,

The world might be run by the GOOD GOD,

But your world will be run by me.

Yeah I know it is somewhat related to Ghost rider movie.


Lived nine months in a different womb,
Because God blessed another mother,

We aren’t related by blood,

But he definitely is my brother,

Talks like elder,

But younger he is,

Sometimes he feels low,

And my heart sinks,

Always tries to save me,

And I never listen,

But when burnt hand cries,

His ears always listen,

We are too close,

Have a different level of connection,

Unknown faces see us,

And give a weird reaction,

We have different families,

Different are the mothers,

I love him and he loves me,

Because we are brothers….

Suraj is a great guy with a great heart and beautiful soul. And DAMN! he’s handsome πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜‚. He‘s my brother from a different mother.

Thanks to everyone.

Thanks πŸ€”
It’ll be the tiniest word…

Yeah! It happened,

It finally happened in my life,

We aren’t officially married yet,

But I call her my wife,

We’re very lucky to have great friends,

Blessed and loved by you,

God gifted us a dream,

And that beautiful dream came true,

Each one of you has a beautiful heart,

That our words can reach to,

Each one of you has a great soul,

Believe me that’s true,

Never change yourself for anything,

Because nobody can ever replace you….

Thanks everyone for being a beautiful part of my life. Thanks for listening me. Thanks for motivating me. Thanks for helping me to be a better person. And THANK-YOU FOR YOUR BLESSINGS AND LOVE.

Love you all..😊

Happy Birthday.

No you’re not a queen.

Why would you be?

Yes, you’re an angel.

Why won’t you be?

Yes, I love you.

But that’s not fading my vision.

You’re really good.

And that’s the actual reason.

It’s not said by only me,

But everyone.

You’re not just any,

But a unique one.

Who doesn’t live for ownself,

But for everyone.

That’s why you’re an angel,

Not a human.

For a great friend, who’s extremely caring, loving, understanding and selfless. Core of my heart is available for very few people and you are one of them. When something hurts you, it hurts me more and believe me, when you’re happy, my world shines brighter than the sun.

Thanks for being a part of me.😊

God Bless You.😊



I am with you she said,

Same was my reply,

I need only this she said,

I need her was my reply,

Lost the fight after 12 years, upset I was,

She took my hand and made me feel I’m the luckiest guy,

She reached the bottom of my heart,

Brought out a different guy from deep,

Now loving the identity,

That I never wanted to keep,

I want to say a lot to her,

But feelings are a messy heap,

I never touched her,

Sometimes cravings don’t let me sleep,

I planted the seed miles away,

Wishing here to reap.

Special thanks to Suraj for helping me in making it better.😊