Chinkbani Creations

Title : You and I during Autumn.. If another day, You wake up to my Song of light..! You remind me of Night Jasmine's day.. If there comes a day You see me leaving, There is the retrospect Of Autumn's gestures..! Wrenching my wants away ; For the Autumn's mesmerising rain And , As, XAN OKU says " May the flowers remind us, why the rain was so necessary." SHIBANI

Nini's father gave a name to the Tree , "Nini Junior" on 5th June, 2000. It was Nini's first birthday though. Over the years , Nini has been associated with her studies, along with her youtube channel on nature! The Tree (Nini Junior) , was planted by Nini's father on her first birthday. Now the Nini Junior is almost 18 years old, as Nini is 19. Nini has availed voting rights. The Nini Junior is also getting a little older with its roots and branches . Nini's 19th Birthday . Celebrations are about to begin! But she has never cared about Nini Junior, she went on a forest trekking with her friends to make her youtube channel a bit popular with all the beautiful pictures and videos of a stupefyingly amazing DSLR camera. But, could not maintain a single day to water that Nini Junior over the years. She, never realized it, that Nini Junior also wants to spend some time with her along with H2O. Because, during spring,she alaways finds Nini Junior, a little ...

It is the delayed monsoon rain You and I with the umbrella of pain , Often, I ask the Divine Being Is it the rain to abolish All the humankind problems ? Is it the rain to wipe out Everyone's intrinsic pain ? Albeit, it's the last minute To refute my heart that It is falling for ; Amity, prosperity and endurance.. Oh, my darling monsoon rain You always come and go , You fall into my soul, As a droplet of love.. And, then I urge to discern When summer turns into monsoon It's another beautiful day .. !! Bani - via monsoon !!

.... Thinker by day , writer by night What is that sight? Get a pen, hold it tight, Search for light !! ....

It was a cold December morning . Nini used to go for unchanging morning walk along with her mobile phone . Her mobile phone is the only gadget that makes her mind happy. She is familiar with the foggy mornings of winter , she loves to capture every exceptional moments with her phone camera. She has started reducing the habit of wearing a watch, the routine of talking to people over phone calls, the style of recalling her near and dear one’s birthday.  She feels like that her cell phone copes up any matter or event that is inclined to her . She keeps herself busy within the phone during the whole day . She is busy with her 5000 facebook friends. She is chatting with her 800 phone contacts via Whatsapp . She is happy indeed. In fact  she forgot the manner of not touching her phone while talking to the seniors. She is neither a Tech Savvy nor a Netizen, rather she has become a cellcoholic . Somehow she consigns to oblivion that, she too had a really happy life without her cell ...

He : What happened ? She : Nothing! He : Tell me, please She : Nope, nothing! He : Uff! Tell me dear.. She : Nothing, it's okay. He : Let me know dear! She : Who's that girl? He : Who?! What! What's your problem? She : Huh ! Huh ! Huh ! Huh He : what Huh ??!! She : Has Ullllu Has!!!!!! He : Ab yeah Kya? She : Huh :/ He : You possessive girl ?! She : Huh !!!! "Huh'' - A simple 3 letters word ! But many time this word carries a deep meaning! Try to learn the human behavior through emotions. This is not just an onomatopoeia, feel it. Once you start feeling your near and dear ones' emotions , you will learn to love the meaning of life by replacing the hedonism concept . Get a life ! Make it larger not with things that are materialistic but with the people you love ! Love more , than you hate ! Because, Love you Zindagi 10x times. !! 😍

Futile of my heart, Remind me that How impatient I am..! I am an early bird.. To apperceive that, Patience is the fortitude As it never resides in me..!! Wrenching my thoughts; Zeroing myself Is not at all happiness! Moving towards hope Striving an intolerable abscond; Whatever is to indicate I remember It is the Clock...! And it's temporal glimpses .. Albeit, it's hard to perceive In the halfway of mainstream And, I am trailing an easy Street..! Shibani ❤

The person I used to know since my childhood, has forgotten my name ! My complexion and my yearnings for a winter morning walk. Gradually, he stopped telling me any fairy tale. The person who  discussed about Buddhism with me , the person who shared his vision with me, the person who  expressed his childhood stories with me and the person who narrated the definition of such a difficult question  “what is life ??’’  in front of me. Somehow, he set a true patriotic individuality for me . So , I have started gaining my interest in Indian History and culture, along with the rituals..! All of a sudden I moved to a different city. The person has two children and he is of my grand father’s age. I usually talked with him about the matters related to  cold war, world war and about  his contribution towards movement of India. In fact  he used to tell me about his personal life that how he felt in love with the “Freedom and struggle of India’’  and how...

This night is so deep and dark Because, Faded you and me... And and; The destroyed dreams are discovered May be gradually But finally..!! http //:banipoems.in

It is poetic , When you scribble two lines for me It is dramatic   .. When you represent the genuine you before me It is fantastic   , That,  I met you once And my womanhood blossomed And it is expressively romantic ..! When I felt in love with you Oh dear, I would love to miss you ❤ http//:banipoems.in

TITLE  : FOG AND THE STREET LIGHT The soul was not deaden Bearing the winter fog.. He was in a chaotic motion For her nonplus emotion ; Oh, my dear street light ! You are the cynosure Of my countryside path, Witnessing entire possible episodes To a beggar's home.. The pole you are standing tall .. Envisages the portent of a bond That we are depending upon , Each other for a friendship goal.. When life is a tragic mystery, Every second creature  In the World  whimsically ; thinking about each other ! Another chapter of the street light Starts over there Within the deep rooted corner  Of the winter fog..! And , someday they lost  The torch bearer..!! http//:banipoems.in  ❤ ❤

TITLE : MISSING CHILDHOOD IS A PAIN.. The story of childhood can never be inscribed in a short format. These are the best days that one could ever have in their life. Time sure flies like a golden eagle. Chiefly the time of the ambrosial childhood , I miss it terribly.  How nice it was !  Thinking all the time about a birthday celebration, being a child is one of the best thing one could ever recall. From the pieces of cake to the wrapped gift packets, it was more than awesome feeling. Getting into the phase of adulthood , we only learn to celebrate it, but not to enjoy it. Those colourful wrapping papers of childhood  do not attract an adult anymore. Those colourful crayons leave only memories . Annoying your parents to arrange and invite people on your birthday, was more than a childhood dream. And the basic parental instincts that, “ This time we will not celebrate your birthday, and we started crying . '' But, as an adult we don’t insist our parents to make ou...