Little smile…

I can not fake a smile,
if I don’t feeling anything deep down inside.

Emotions should be spontaneous.
If not the every other feelings,
at least
This little smile.

It should be.



What you look at when you look at a person?

Complexion or smile?

Caste or religion or Human being?

Ideology or Action?

Sex or Skill?

A Person or Goal?

Bank balance or Way of cherishing life?

Age or Experiences?

The answers are not marely just answers.
They are mirrors.
It reflects us who we are.
– Keval Gohil

(Picture courtesy with thanks:

Roll the dice…

“Sometimes the future doesn’t unfold the way you think it will.
Shit happens,
People sucks.”
-Hannah Baker, A fictional character of the book and series “Thirteen Reasons why”

It happens with all of us, shit happens with all of us. I used to tell people around me in their low time that Life has never been fair with anyone.

In a funny way, “No one is going to remain virgin, Life fucks everyone!”

Well, apart from this kind of saying. When I feel really sad or hopeless or something, I go to Charles Bukowski. To his one of my favourite poem Roll the dice. I read him, again and again and again…

If you’re going to try, go all the
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the
way. this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or
4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the
worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
you will be alone with the
and the nights will flame with

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter,
it’s the only good fight
there is.


(Hope, It helps you too)
(Poem: All right reserved to Charles Bukowski)


An innocent smile…

One day few people came to see her, she was learning Time And Cost frome maths.

Which was followed by restriction on her school-going.
Also, Her pink bag was snatched from her.

She got married off.

A 16 year old girl forcully turned into a woman.

An innocent smile
got buried under the vail
Perhaps forever.

A pink bag still hanging on the bolt, yearning for a soulmate.
Her books got faded.
Perhaps she understood the Time and Cost better than anyone.

~ Keval Gohil
(Picture Credit: Sudhir Shetty)

में सालों से देखता आया हु

में सालों से देखता आया हु,

मेरे अब्बूको नमाज़ पठते हुए और मेरी माँ को पूजा करते हुए।

वह दोनों बचपनसे साथ रहे है
साथ बड़े हुए है
वह कॉलेजभी साथ ही में जाया करते थे
और शादी के बाद कई सालों से एक छत की निचे जी रहे है

ऐसा नहीं की वह कभी झगड़ते नहीं
ऐसा नहीं की उनके बिच कभी मनमुटाव नहीं होते।

मैंने देखा है माँ को सबके सामने अब्बूको डांटते हुए, और फिर शामको चार मिल दूर सब्जी मंडी जाकर, गाजर लाकर, अब्बुका पसन्दीदा हलवा बनाते हुए।

मैंने देखा है अब्बू को माँ पर हाथ उठाते, और फिर रातको तकिये तलें आंसू बहाते हुए

पर कभी उनके बिच की लड़ाइयोकी वजह उनका मज़हब नहीं रहा, उन्होंने अपनाया है एकदूजेको उनके अस्तित्व के साथ।

इसी लिए मज़हब के नाम पर खून खराबा और आतंक मचाते इन गुंडों को देखता हु तो सहम जाता हु, डर जाता हु में।

में सालों से देखता आया हु
मेरे अब्बूको नमाज़ पठते हुए और मेरी माँ को पूजा करते हुए।

ऐसा नहीं की वह कभी झगड़ते नहीं,
ऐसा नहीं की उनके बिच कभी मनमुटाव नहीं होते,
पर कभी उनके बिच की लड़ाइयोकी वजह उनका मज़हब नहीं रहा,
कभी नहीं।

-केवल गोहिल