Review - Demons in my mind

My verdict :

The whole book is divided into three stories and all three stories are well portrayed, perfectly designed, and amazingly characterised, each character gives you thrills and chills in your spine, the demons, the talks, the variations in picturisation when the first monk recites his story, the thrills he passes when he talks about life, soul, mind, heart. And being murderer.
I loved the concept about how author spoke on difference between your Soul mind and heart, when demons attack you, when you're all good yet evil plays in your mind and actions. How you feel, what you do interests you.
As dakeshesh keep listening to the story, a man from village who has done all good throughout life, but is bed ridden with disease, and now actually his wishes are fulfilling.
The way the stories are portrayed. Amazes me,

The second monk being a rapist. The painter, who has admiration and who had worshiped women, turns to do such horrifying act. Read the book to know more.

The third monk, being a lover. The limitations one can walk by when in love.

The book is beauty. I loved reading. The plot is awesome. Author definitely must have planned and researched so much to bring out this masterpiece.

Rohit

Happiness and sadness!

Description : Rohit happiness and hope was alive for one week! :)

After years probably,
Still you're in heart,
Just like fresh dew,
Oh my gal.
I missed you.
I missed you to my core.

You were the one,
You are the one for me,
After days,
I have gotta new hope,
Hope about us,
Being together,
Still not sure,
About future!

Oh darling,
You have been such a sweetheart to me,
Seeing you,
Brings chill down in my spine cord.
And I can't blink my eyelids,
Looking into your sparkling eyes!

After, many days,
I spoke to you,
Like I never did.
Those, late night calls,
Are troubling me now.
I miss everything about you my angel
Yes you are one angel
Probably, one for me!

I gaze at stars,
And miss our talks,
Standing on terrace and
Talking to you,
Is all I did,
This one week!
I miss it all now !

Rohit!

loveee

What is love?

How do you define love?
How do you express it?
Can you feel love?
Do you feel loved?

Can you measure love?
If yeah?
How is it weighed?
Is it conditional?
Or unconditional?

Scratching hand,
Crying over it,
Drinking and smoking,.
Isn't solution for the love!

Love is happiness!
If happiness exists,
You can love,
And also be loved enough!

Stop doing non sense things,
Quiting your life,
Isn't really fine!
There is no stupidness than it!

All promises can't be full filled!
Everything can't go as you wish!

Its life,
Ain't fairy tale!
But believe me,
Happiness exists!

Shashwati Patil

why cry

Who is going to be with you?
And how long?
Why do you cry over?
Is moving on so hard?

Life,
Which is so precious!.
Do you actually wanna spoil it?
Under the name of love?
Love failure?

Life is too big, people say!

But its too short,
To live in,.
To experience!
To know what worth is it?
So be practical enough and
Choose your way!

There are actually lot of things,
That you can do,
Else than crying and dragging
Over left things,

So many rides,.
Food, people to enjoy with,.experience with!

So chill!
And enjoy the cup of your tea!
Else than,
Loosing your dignity!

Shashwati Patil

mistakes commence

He isn't proud of her

He is never proud of her,
He was in fact, never,

She didn't liked singing,
She was forced to,

She liked playing guitar,
She was not allowed to,
Cause, guitars are played
And tuned in Bars,

She loved dance,
She shouldn't,
Cause, dancing is cheap,
You don't gain anything in that.

She started her business,
In teen
She was captured in news papers,
And then,she was asked to stop
This non sense,
And concentrate on studies.

She started reciting poems,
She was called to AIR,
and that was of no use,
Cause no one heard her.

She lost hope in what she was doing,
She lost interest,
That's why, she never shared,
Anything she does.
Cause everyone are
Ready to pin her,
And discourage her.

At last,.her poem was printed,
Her name was printed.
After many days,.
It was recozinised with it,.
And then,
She was told that,
Nothing could help her with it.

Your writings,
And publishers would make money!

Crap!
What she should do?
Stop everything?
Or stop breathing?

Shashwati Patil!

Being Gal

My mistakes :

I am gal,
And that's biggest mistake,
In this tale,
You can see all that takes.

If she roams around with guys,
She is slut.

If she talks freely,
She is mannerless,

If she wears shorts and western dress,
She is characterless.

If she argues with society,
Her parents didn't teach her how to behave.

If she gets close to guy,
Assuming him as best friend,
That means, she is whore.

If she pen down her emotions,. And recites poems,
She is blamed for not getting good marks.

Everything she does,
Is wrong.
If she wants to do something,
Laugh on her,
If she works,
She is wasting her time.
If she is called as guest lecture
In her teen age,
She is doing time pass!

If she is scared for something,
She is not trust worthy to hang out with!

Everything she does is wrong,
And at times I feel,
Taking birth in this society was her biggest sin.

Shashwati Patil

Sudden change

Sudden change :

After my school days,
Three months latter,
I entered school again,
And my eyes watering silently.

I could see everything in different view,
The empty ground,
Where we played,
Laughed,
Giggled,
Fell,
Roared,
Fought.

Those pranks we had,
Teasing our teachers,
Giving blank calls,
Can't we ever get them back?
I shouldn't have been so touched with school,
I feel!

This is the campus we roamed,
The classes we bunked,
Those hide n seek games,
Basket ball court.
I really miss them.

Now I see myself standing,
Running, playing around.
A sudden noise,
Echoes my ears,
Am touched!
Those prayers I miss.
I miss them All.

Never will I get it again,
Never will I feel it again
I may come back to scjool millions of times,
But never will I get back those days.
All I can do is,
Weep and smile silently,
Recalling those memories in deep.!

Shashwati Patil