Works of Adityaa Wagh

Have you ever gone through a mind block ? Felt like putting on pyjamas removing your frock, Resting your head upon something with messy locks, Or putting on chappals instead of formal shoes and socks? Shutting off your eyes and ears to ignore the talks, Disappointed by yourself for you can't think out of the box. After a good deal of scowl and frown, You finally open your eyes, you calm down. Then you start asking questions to yourself, you self-inquire . You realize your paranoia was not so dire. Your brain's extinguished fire, Was not the end of your desire. You pull out negative thoughts from your brain like a wire. You register the flame and reignite your fire, You get up, and start rising. You inspire.           - Balshree Adityaa Wagh

I go out, Wind blows, rain pours. I board trains, buses, elevators, I change stations, I change floors. I was brought up as a free bird, Not a tamed pigeon. Who'd wear an apron and stay in the kitchen, Well, instead, I wear what I like, I go where I want, when I want, And ride my man's bike. My short clothes are a problem, A bad impression on our national emblem. A slut is what I'll be proclaimed. And They'll be blunt. Girls like me, Are very easy for them to hunt. My narrow jeans is a wrong thing. Their narrow mindset isn't. My short clothes is what they'll point out, They'll whistle, tease and shout. They'll think I'm ready, that I give consent. But when I wore those shorts, that's not what I meant. They think this is a game, They think I wear these because I want fame. First they'll perform an act of shame, Then they'll drag me in the court and then they'll blame. They're all double faced, On the outside they'll tell...

Destiny has always been unfair, Some end up lucky, while some in despair. They touch, feel & read by pressing, Life for them is a game of guessing. We better agree that our lucks must be bright, We have been gifted with the vision of sight. We know how the sun sets and rises, What the world looks like, what all it comprises. Impaired but ambitious, Disabled but precious. Each one of them has a different spark. Remember, no blind is afraid of dark. Writers, teachers, photographers, They have potential we don't see, And sometimes it just occurs to me, Are they blind? Or are we? We must show gratitude towards this blessing, Our life could've also been a game of guessing.                        — Balshree Adityaa Wagh                             04 April 2017

R etreat to the eyes, Soothe & therapy to the mind. Closest experience of the Earth for the blind, Clay, the memory of mankind. Before there were notes, It was used to make the dime. Used to make the earthen pots, And beautiful windchimes. Initially it's as soft as a petal, The structure takes time to settle. Eventually gets hard as a rock, Absobrs water like a cotton sock. It can make wonders, But it's okay to make blunders. Just trust your hands enough, Use slurry to smoothen what's rough. Everyday you'll explore its another aspect, Organic, pure and endless, Mould it with respect, It doesn't like you being restless. It comes from the earth, And when you touch it with your hands, Memory of the Earth is what you'll find, Clay, the memory of mankind. - Balshree Adityaa Wagh 10 MAR 2017

India, the world's largest democracy, the emerging name in the list of the developing countries and also the land of 330 million gods. "Bharat Desh", "Sone ki Chidiya", "Unity in diversity" all of us Indians have heard these words and are thorough with their meanings. Everything has its own pros and cons and each country, each system, each society has its own merits and ofcourse demerits. After all, its a country that's been hurt, and to some it's not even a country, its a wound, a wound that is still fresh, that is still in the process of healing. Maybe that's why they say that ‘India’, is a “developing” nation. Though if you ask me, I don't think India is underdeveloped or a developing nation, It is developed. Infact, I would say, out is overdeveloped. We have developed a remarkable population of people who are smart enough to understand their needs and choices, and smart enough to manipulate groups of their own very kind to do th...

Let's change our vocabulary, Let's use she/he instead of he/she. And whoever begs to differ, Just let them be. Let's chuck out the Rickshawala Bhaiyas, And let there be some Rikshawali aunties. Let's be murderers of sadness, And love & affection be our bounties. Let's love all the animals, And not just cats and dogs. And let's call every creature the cutest, Even if they look like hogs. Let's dance and walk around naked, And tell others to do the same. And consider stealing, looting and cheating instead, As a matter of shame. And let being an artist be the greatest profession in the world, And not just a businessman and doctor. Let's not judge people by what they do, And consider the word ‘character'. Let us all take an initiative and enlarge this definition of 'personal space'. And make sure that our eyes are tolerant before we look at this human race. For one day, Just for one day, Let's not follow the hype. For one day, Let's ...

Once he crawled onto a bus of goods, Which took him deep inside the woods. Everyone thought he must've died out of innocence, But he returned with his scars of experience. Once he saw a girl being bullied, And stood firmly when all the bullies allied. The bullies fled giving a threat of vengeance, While he smiled with his scars of experience. Once he was sharing his lunch with the orphans, Who then robbed him showing loaded guns. After being punished for his lenience, All that left in his pockets were scars of experience. Once he got cheated by his partners in a business plan, Everyone laughed at him, called him a foolish man. After being declared a loser by the audience, He stood up winning his scars of experience. —Balshree Adityaa Wagh 16 MAY 2016

He doesn't know what magic she carries with her, Her skin feels as soft as the softest cat fur. Her small small things make him faint, Like her chubby feet with that black nail paint. She thinks he talks to many other girls, But none of them makes him stare at their hair curls. She thinks he has too many female friends and he's not at all lonely, But she doesn't know whichever girl he talks to, he talks about her only. It feels like he'll solve every problem if she's by his side, Everyday he prays to god that in future she becomes his bride. He's so in love, he thinks she's flawless, He literally worships her like a goddess. So many feelings god himself cannot suppress. Looking at her is his favorite hobby, He stares at her endlessly while she walks in the school lobby. He dreams about the time, When she calls him "mine", When he sees her in the morning his heartbeat skips. He stares at her babylips as she speaks. Her skin...

Wearing his permanent white wig, Newton was once walking by, Marching down the road looking for a place to lie. Finally he found his shade and sat under an apple tree, Then came down an apple rolling towards him, he didn't seem excited for the apple he got for free. He flipped through many dictionaries and found a word with the rarest of rarity. The phenomenon of free stuff rolling down the trees, he called it gravity. He derived formulas and invented this new subject, He even dragged the Sun and the planets in this, to increase its respect. He took full advantage of his mathematical basics, And fused some geeky Greek alphabets and named it ‘Physics'. He introduced all sorts of circular glasses & mirrors and made a lense. Looking through them made the calm Moon look intense. He stuffed his subject so much with his imagineering, it almost looked real. He never realized the monster he was feeding would cause damage that'd be unreal. As time passed by, th...

She was not his girlfriend, Of course more than that, she was his best friend. Hundreds of rupees of balance he used to save, For the fifteen minutes of their daily talk he used to crave. He felt like if he didn't talk to her he'd die, That's why he used to call her everyday around five. She wasn't entitled to pick up his call; She was his friend, not his slave, Fifteen minutes daily he used to crave. He could talk to her till his throat dried up, till his eyes became dreary. He used to tell her everything, she was his human diary. She also felt the same way, but she never showed it coz she was brave. Fifteen minutes daily he used to crave. When she finally used pick up his call, He used to become desperate to tell her all. The gossips from all day, he used to save. Fifteen minutes daily he used to crave. He missed her a lot all day & night, But her priority was career and she was right. Her road to success, she used to pave, Fifteen minutes...

This world is a cold and cruel place, Even the closest ones demand for space. Using 'forever' for your bae is easy, But how many of us can stick to those baes? Everybody thinks they're right no one wants to be proven wrong, And all that you know is just a part of a song, Everyone has their own lyrics to tell, But how many of us are even able to sing it well? Its easy to play blame games, With the people who saved you from flames. Many a times our lies cause severe fires, But how many of us agree that we're liars? And life is way beyond rumours, Its a battle of opposite sexes. In which all of us can become good lovers, But how many of us can be good exes?                                     —Balshree Adityaa Wagh                              28 February 2016

At this apartment called life, Many showed their true colors, Some of them faded with time, While the brightest was hers. This apartment called life, Rented by many, painted by one. There were some tenants before her, But amongst them she was the best, I wish I could keep her forever, But she was just a paying guest. When life was lonely and I was about to rust, She came and gave me the definition of trust. Calmed me down when I was robust, Taught me the difference between love & lust. She always said she didn't have a talent, But for the first time she was wrong, Her talent was to enrich the soul of others, And flourish their good qualities along. I still remember the good old days, When I was trough and she was crest, Life was rough but she used give her best, She moved away then, She was just a paying guest. Staying away from her was a tragedy, Not just a girl but she was a remedy; Of my deepest cuts, of my lightest sprain, I just hope someday we me...

When was the last time   you   shared things with your family freely or went on an adventurous hike ? Or posted a picture and didn't care how many people hit like? Escape this trauma guys and start living . Playing Candy Crush isn't a waste of time for us, Sitting and sharing things with family is. We are the Netizens, Ever wondered what our life is? We agree with a total stranger on Twitter, And avoid our friends on Facebook. We'll hit the share button to save lives. Our life is an open e-book! Our heads buried under the phone, Don't remember when the sun had last shone. We'll judge others by the captions on their pictures, And make fun of the features they can't fix. We are the Netizens, We sleep till twelve since we're up till six! Garrix and Hardwell control our emotions, Along with Ed Sheeran & Adam Levine, "We're fucking animals", When we dance to the machine! We consider it 'love...

We all have been imparted a vision by the so called ' Lensmaker ' - God! If we're all equal in the eyes of God then why are our visions so diff erent ? THE LENSMAKER                               - 20 Sept' 15 Oh Lensmaker sitting up there, How could you be so unfair. Gifting eyes of vision to all, But eyes seeing the truth are rare. It would've been better if you had blessed each one of us this blessing, But instead you left some of my friends in a game of guessing. Guessing how the world looks like! The ones who can never witness the sunset nor could go on an adventurous hike. We seldom use the eyesight to appraise the beauty of things; like adoring a scoop hot chocolate fudge, The only thing we do with our eyes today is to judge! We bifurcate each other under fat, short ,tall, thin very skillfully, Better are blind people who treat every person on the planet equally.✨ Why only...

{In this poem, I've tried to compare the different times & situations of human life with the camouflage master - chameleons! I feel like times change their colors just as chameleons do.} Times are the greatest chameleons I've ever known. Times are like reptiles, Bad ones will creep for miles, Good ones will soar airborne. Times are the greatest chameleons I've ever known. Don't try to shoo them away, They'll set your life astray! Just observe them don't leave'em alone, Times are the greatest chameleons I've ever known. Some will scorch your brains, Some will make you smile even in the rains. Even the ugliest have beauty of their own, Times are the greatest chameleons I've ever known. Some beg to differ from their trait, Some are referred as “bad fate". Some would scare you till you moan, Times are the greatest chameleons I've ever known! Some are old while some are new, Some of them could horrify the guts in you. But ...

Disappointed Stan was walking on the shore, Without a spouse his life had become a bore. Sadly walking by the riverside, He bumped into a lady licking a bar of cyanide. Astounded at first, His eyes started to burst. Keenly Observing the lady with whom did he just collide, The lady holding the bar of cyanide. She held his hand both started walking, And then the lady started talking. So here I meet my guide, You helped me discover I could too taste cyanide. Wearing a red dress and carrying an umbrella, She stated her name was Abella.  The only difference between them was that she did hide, Her talent of tasting cyanide. Abella ate that bar in front of him to lure, While Stan felt deeply insecure. Because there was girl by his side, Who also had declared the taste of cyanide! They talked and walked every evening, And celebrated their brand new beginning. And after their early morning cycle ride, They shared a bar of cyanide. Then he dropped her at her home, ...