Sunday 25 January 2015

Take Care, Bro

Afternoon. Two friends were sitting alongside the banks of a lake in Hauz Khas Fort. It was pretty usual for them to hang out, just the two of them, they considered themselves brothers, discussing the 'petty' woes of their daily life, they felt better, as it felt that they could open up to someone, just to express, maybe, sometimes take advise and change few things, to make their life better.
They remind me of every single human being in this world, every problem seems 'petty' once you have let it out of your heart and mind. Once you have learnt how to face it, it doesn't seem very problematic then. You see, deep down inside, everyone knows, that life is going to be tough, whether or not we wish for a better life is different.
Reason: We are afraid to do things, if we knew that life is good, we wouldn't be afraid to do anything. We get scared, we think, that we might not be able to do it, maybe that is a waste of time, maybe it will cause more harm than good.
This is all natural. We were given the power to think, or for the atheists, we have evolved over a period of time to gain this ability because we needed it, we required it. Everything we have or we could have or we use, can be put to a good use or a bad use, doesn't matter if the use is huge in terms of gain or loss. For example, one, we could use our laptops to download movies illegally, now that is a bad thing, maybe not that huge, but bad, or we could use the same laptop to pay for the movie and then download it, which is a good thing, two, we could use our books and study them for real, or we could just pretend that we are studying and later on fail, or worse, cheat in the exams, yes, worse, but that is a totally different thing.

Thursday 15 January 2015

The Mad Man

There was once a mad man in the town of Delhi,
His arms looked rotten and appearance sully.
He ran across the traffic and walked in empty parks,
Amusing were his antics, his stupid little quirks.

Never, O Never would he utter  a word,
But when he awoke from his slumber like a bird
In the night, he would chatter and patter with all his might,
His lips would speak of a tragic accident that occurred some night,

The night he lost whatever he had, someone would ask,
"Were you rich?" He would nod yes, but would add another spark,
"I lost money after that tragic event, because I lost my life,
He was my hope, my happiness, the only son of my wife.

He always spoke of not attending my funeral,
Because I was what he always had big or small.
Look God listened to his prayers, did he heed,
I lost him, now nothing do I need."

As drops of agony fell across his face,
My heart dropped down from its space,
This old man had faced the unnecessary,
God had put him in a state of eternal query.

Tuesday 6 January 2015

Pure Love

As he watched her sleep, he realised one thing, she was the best thing that ever happened to him in this world.  Second best in sequence of occurrence, but, she was the best thing ever, this position belonged to his sister first, now it was her. He couldn't believe Jyoti was so beautiful.
When she looked at him with such caring and loveable eyes, smiling, it was the best feeling in the world, her beautiful hands, when he held her hands for the first time, when he put her on the bed, gently, she smiled at him.
Love was at its purest form, he had to fight with her mother to win her back, she was the only one standing between them. He loved her more, he gave his everything to get her. She looked so beautiful sleeping.
Sam adored her a lot.
"I love you, my Jyoti."said he,"If anyone tries to harm you, he shall be dead, by my own hands."