A Folk Tale

Whenever the futile try ensued
Mother punished the little bird 
And encourage it to master foraging food
The little wings were exhausted, disproportional    
The tiny tot was worn out with hunger.

While watching the little ones' hardship
The mother bird was asked why?
She started narrating a story. 
 "There once lived a mother and child
Their bonds were such that,
The baby was her whole world.

Whenever he was scolded by someone
She fought with them,
For her, he was the epitome of perfection.
On the way to school
She protects him by holding him, 
Not being hurt by stones or thorns.

Unlike others, she took his school bags
Up to the classroom
She didn't sleep until he finished his studies.
She gave him pocket money even without asking
She wanted him always be delighted
The smiles on his face were her sunshine.

She prepared sumptuous meals to relish him
He was her life and happiness.
As his wings got resilience,
He flew away far away
Her calls were left unanswered 
Her searches went in vain
The chill of loneliness hurts her spirit
She waited and waited.

At last, a call arrived.
She was on cloud nine to receive it
She went to see her bundle of joy,
The sight was dreadful,
A heart full of grief, she called him,
The voice didn't come out
The boy in the chain wanted to hug her
She approached him in a semi-conscious state
He hugged her, called' Amma,'
Within no time, he bites her ear,
Spits out the bloody words
"if you punish me for my wrong deeds,
Direct me to the right path
I wouldn't land in this world of offences."
The mother bird, with tears in her eyes,
Stopped for a while,
The little one started up,
With beaming joy and love.

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Retired Finance Officer, Kerala State Electricity Board

Daydreamer, Traveller, Freelance Writer

Home Chef, Mother & Wife

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Know Who I Am

Place your hand in mine;
Let me look a little deeper,
Let me caress your worries away,
Let me kindle your heart with joy,
Let me soothe your pain and
Wipe your tears away…
For I have been watching over you.

All the years you have been swaying away;
In the storm and in the rain,
In the light and in the darkness;
In times of grief and happiness:
In times of hope and despair;
Trust me, for I am willing
To grant you the bliss of being you:
Wholly, completely, explicitly;
Exactly how you have been destined to be…

So hold my hand and come close,
Hold on to the strong rope of faith and
Hang in there and never lose hope, for
You are destined to be who you are -
Today, tomorrow and forever as time shall see
Your beauty on the land and your essence in the air:
For I am who is willing to grant you
An eternity of selfless YOU!

Now you can decide who I am –
Yourself, God or simply faith…
For such faith in yourself, God and the world
Will take you places, where the grass is green all over!
It will land you on the surface of the moon
And let you experience the heat of the sun
In the calm and peace of your home!

You will finally be able to breathe in the fresh air
And pack all that you inhale in your lungs,
Longing to go back to the wilderness that
Once took you away from the Me who is talking to you…
Well, hold on strong, tight and just right
And I shall do the rest…
For I let you decide who I am -
A talking parrot, alien or perhaps a religious book:
Acknowledging the deeper depths of who you are
And who you are born to be…

Don’t be fooled by Godmen pretending to know me;
Don’t be marred by the ego of selfish humans;
Don’t be carried away in the hurricane of busy workers:
Just know that divinity and serenity go hand in hand –
Often misplaced by one another:
Finding each other at the end of the cliff,
As you allow yourself to succumb to
The height you fear so much!

Well, I am nothing but the spirit within you,
Whispering the truth that man does not want
To hear or see but cannot escape from…
So, my lad, smile and make merry for I am her
Talking to you – you just got to listen!

Aakanksha Dinah, a passionate writer, orator, communicator focused on establishing a Training institution centered on creativity and innovation. Aakanksha is a true believer in loving the work we do and strongly believes in smart-work, the reason why creativity works better for her. Aakanksha is enormously focused on making a career in professional writing and publishing. She loves writing poems, self-help articles, and essays. An enthusiast when it comes to learning languages and in short, Aakanksha is a wanderer, an explorer, a mom, a dog-mom, a poet, a cook, a writer, and an influencer.

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My First Son And My Last Love

Under the moon and starry nights,
Over the hills and valley depths,
Above the mountain top and tides,
I will be waiting for your footsteps’ cheer!

Crawling your way into my heart,
Milestones we have crossed;
As precious you have been, I am here.
Waiting for another heartbeat!

You have made me a mom and friend,
A loving soul more than just meat;
You have given me reasons to fight.
This whole world for your little eyes!

You are now so big already,
You don’t fall as often, see;
Walking straight with shoes and pants on,
Further away from me, but never from my heart!

You are the most precious gem,
More than the million things I want,
You are the desire, the love,
The trust and hope I adore!

You are my son
You’ve come with a purpose;
Blessed I am to be here,
Under the starry sky, over the mountainside!

Mom and son on their own
Reading books and roasting marshmallows;
Singing songs and cheering
As we love and cherish the little things!

My first son, 
My last love.
Thank you for being YOU.
Thank you for making me ME!

Aakanksha Dinah, a passionate writer, orator, communicator focused on establishing a Training institution centered on creativity and innovation. Aakanksha is a true believer in loving the work we do and strongly believes in smart-work, the reason why creativity works better for her. Aakanksha is enormously focused on making a career in professional writing and publishing. She loves writing poems, self-help articles, and essays. An enthusiast when it comes to learning languages and in short, Aakanksha is a wanderer, an explorer, a mom, a dog-mom, a poet, a cook, a writer, and an influencer.

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Lets Fix This

Let’s fix this, fix this,
Before this eats us;
Our long-lasted love,
Our space and our hearts!

Let’s fix this, fix this,
Before it spoils our faith;
In our souls, from our paths,
Turn us into stones,
Let’s Stay!

Let’s fix this, fix this,
Before it drains our muscles;
Of strength to ever find love again!

Let’s fix this, fix this,
Before it falls off the sky,
Off the limits of the human eye;
Let’s fix this – for you and me…

Let’s start over, over all these stormy nights;
Let’s hold on until dawn, together
Under the starry night…

Let’s fix this for life;
For God’s plans, for our understanding,
Let’s fix this because fixing is complicated;
Holding on is tough,
Staying strong takes courage
Let’s fix this because we deserve another chance!

Let’s fix this, fix this,
For you and I…
Let’s fix this until dawn after each night!

Aakanksha Dinah, a passionate writer, orator, communicator focused on establishing a Training institution centered on creativity and innovation. Aakanksha is a true believer in loving the work we do and strongly believes in smart-work, the reason why creativity works better for her. Aakanksha is enormously focused on making a career in professional writing and publishing. She loves writing poems, self-help articles, and essays. An enthusiast when it comes to learning languages and in short, Aakanksha is a wanderer, an explorer, a mom, a dog-mom, a poet, a cook, a writer, and an influencer.

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Daughter

Every time I look at you, 
I can see how much more 
Precious you have become 
Since God gave you to me.

You are beautiful on the inside and out, 
You are caring. 
You face challenges every day, 
I am so proud of you.

Please learn to trust His guidance 
On every journey, you embark on.
And before you know it, 
Your life will be better than ever.

Do not squander time 
Worrying about trivial matters.
Believe that God has plans 
He answers every prayer.

You may not get exactly what you want; 
We must all give and take.
Perhaps in those times, my dear, 
"God's answer is simply to wait."

If you are patient, thoughtful, and helpful
The Lord will bless your dreams and,
Lay the world at your feet.

My daughter, you are incredible
You will always have my love. 
You are a reflection of the master's touch, 
You were sent from above.

Today and every day, 
I desire to tell you,
You are the best in every possible way.

“Saral hu Saadharn nhi” (Simplicity is not Ordinary). This phrase encapsulates her entire existence. A woman of few words, a daydreamer, who is certain that there is life beyond stars. An HR professional who began her writing journey when corona knocked on our doors. A Content Writer, Screenplay Writer, and published Author. She is die-hard romantic and that reflects in her quotes, poems and short stories and currently working on her first book. She enjoys cooking, dancing, singing, travelling, and is a huge Bollywood enthusiast. She is a wife, a mother and a friend you can most certainly rely on.

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Bond

I dedicate this poem to my two dear friends. Who stayed and stays with me in every moment of sadness and happiness.

Why do I cry in a room that no one passes by?
Why am I an emotional mortal who sheds tears each night? 
People say I should be more like an elegant lady!
But why no one asks me what I want to be? 
Why does no one understand me?
Be with me at my worst time.

Is it because my heart is just a toy, 
And my being born an enormous crime?
I can't cure myself,
Why do I need someone to help me?
The loneliness in my heart is going to kill me.
The moment I was going to be devoured by the darkness.
I saw a soul whose spirit was full of brightness.
She asked me how I am. 
In my eyes, she always shines.

Our world wasn't the same,
So why she's so kind?
There were many questions in my mind 
What if she breaks her heart again?
Or should I give her a chance?
 What if I should stay away,
But we became closer day by day.
I became happier,
Started to think from the bright side.

I became a better person,
And fought for my rights. Thanks to that friend,
Who changed me within a few months.
I'll fight for you all my life.

- Bond, a poem by Ranu Suthar.

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Ranu Suthar is a ninth grader and a highly talented Akanksha Foundation’s Natwar Nagar MPS scholar. Ms. Suthar is a responsible daughter who values respect and compassion toward herself and others. She is remarkably expressive through her creative writing. She enjoys doodling and writing poems. In addition, Ranu excels in her academics consistently.

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Show Me

Show me stars in the night sky
Show me light above the tunnel
Show me peace within chaos 
Show me paradoxes of life 
Worth a million different meanings.

Show me power in knowledge
Show me women without rage 
Show me ecstasy of heaven
Show me the wrath of hell
Show me unholy visions
Show me unruly customs
Empowered with the prowess of nature.

Show me life beyond a heartbreak 
Show me death beneath a smile
Show me kindness in evil
Show me goodness in the distressed
Caged within stereotypes.

Show me white in colour
Show me vibrancy in darkness
Show me scars in beauty
Show me flawlessness in cracks
Show Me.

Aakanksha Dinah, a passionate writer, orator, communicator focused on establishing a Training institution centered on creativity and innovation. Aakanksha is a true believer in loving the work we do and strongly believes in smart-work, the reason why creativity works better for her. Aakanksha is enormously focused on making a career in professional writing and publishing. She loves writing poems, self-help articles, and essays. An enthusiast when it comes to learning languages and in short, Aakanksha is a wanderer, an explorer, a mom, a dog-mom, a poet, a cook, a writer, and an influencer.

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I Am Fine

You know,
Good actions always give happiness 
Worst acts grant promising lessons 
The best person offers good memories.
Never search for happiness in others,
That'll make one alone and unaided.

Instead,
Even when left isolated,
Search in thyself,
And feel comfortable.
Be thankful,
Acquiring talents and looks.
Be grateful,
Creating money and fame.
Be prudent,
Developing attitude and ego.

Life's not so hard to live,
Sit quietly, embrace that dream,
And never let it go.

All those twists and turns 
Are part of life, do not let anyone stop you,
Wipe out tears, looks towards the sunshine,
Shadows will fall behind.
Delight the little pleasure. 

When it comes to,
 If possible,
Spread it to others.
Happiness never subsides 
By being disseminated.

Give away the darkness from the past,
That blocks the light in the present 
And live in this moment of elation.

Whatever may happen,
Never blame anything 
In lieu,
Fix yourself in such a way 
That you'll always be subtle.

Contributing Writer & Poet, Art Of How To,
Retired Finance Officer, Kerala State Electricity Board, Daydreamer, Traveller, Freelance Writer, Home Chef, Mother & Wife. An over-thinker who finds solace in the cathartic effect of writing.

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Lets Relive

Let's take off toward another sky 
Where everything is visually appealing.

Let's relive our youth 
When reality was unpleasant and dreams were delightful.

Let us pick 
The cheerful flowers and spread joy to others.

Let us cherish
The relationships and experiences we shared, 
Open the doors of mirth and inquire why you are sad.

Let's explore 
A new route together, 
Go with the flow and follow your ambitions.

Let's restart 
Our lives once more 
And smile widely as you relive each experience.

“Saral hu Saadharn nhi” (Simplicity is not Ordinary). This phrase encapsulates her entire existence. A woman of few words, a daydreamer, who is certain that there is life beyond stars. An HR professional who began her writing journey when corona knocked on our doors. A Content Writer, Screenplay Writer, and published Author. She is die-hard romantic and that reflects in her quotes, poems and short stories and currently working on her first book. She enjoys cooking, dancing, singing, travelling, and is a huge Bollywood enthusiast. She is a wife, a mother and a friend you can most certainly rely on.

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More Human, Less God

We all have a life - 
As kids, we don't seem to
See through the transparent glass
Of our parents laughing, crying, feeling… 
As kids, we don't see their tears,
We overlook sacrifices and tags of prices,
We overlook their burden, their hurdles;
Oversee the fact that they are more humans
Less God, less 'parents,' less idols we have created!

We, as kids, don't give them lives - 
Lives of their own that they cherish…
We as kids don't see them young,
Don't see them with their hearts racing,
We don't see them in their true colours,
We don't see them in their true spirit!

We, as kids, defend ourselves with the 
So-called "parents are supposed to be like this" card;
We, as kids, humble them when
We are the ones to humble and bow down… 
We question as we made them;
Throwing tantrums, they don't have to handle:
Little do we realize until we become parents ourselves…

We, as kids, forget that they had a life,
Have a life and will have a life after us…
They lived, are living, and will continue to live 
The way they want to - good, bad, ugly;
It is nothing but their choice. 

We, as kids, forget that mom and dad were 
Husband and wife before and after we are born;
They romance, dance, and perhaps fight:
We as kids forget - it is their lives, not ours!

We, as kids, overlook how human they are,
Just as they ought to be - imperfectly perfect;
How faulted, tainted, broken they are,
Perhaps just as we are as kids… 
We, as kids, forget how they are 
Just as kids as we are! 

Aakanksha Dinah, a passionate writer, orator, communicator focused on establishing a Training institution centered on creativity and innovation. Aakanksha is a true believer in loving the work we do and strongly believes in smart-work, the reason why creativity works better for her. Aakanksha is enormously focused on making a career in professional writing and publishing. She loves writing poems, self-help articles, and essays. An enthusiast when it comes to learning languages and in short, Aakanksha is a wanderer, an explorer, a mom, a dog-mom, a poet, a cook, a writer, and an influencer.

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