“Sit there my child… You will be perfectly alright… There is nothing that you would want to think of now. Just relax for a while…”

The rains fell slow, touching those dry leaves that looked weary, waiting for breeze to end its race, and I thanked the skies for the rain… ‘I’…

Rush, oh hush my baby, they are watching over you… You aren’t going to give up and all we got to do is to reach the other side of the woods. Now, I see circles around us like a ray giving chance to fly along with it, around the clouds to abide the oath that we took…

Once you said “Honey, I have no tears left in me”… “I am running short of breath”…

Until then you made me realize how easy it’s to elude the woe and hence by fixing up a pale smile on the face… Sigh… Ah, isn’t it crude to fake? Although, I don’t see anyone around me other than my own reflection on the stream beneath this valley, I take it what he said to me. He is me and I’m he! I take it… Yeah, I do…

Now my child, you turn back and see yourself what harm has thou art done to the master! The master is expressing grief through his short sad song… Now, there are chances of him flying far… through the seas and to the hills…

Once you asked “Is it okay to act as if?” and I replied so softly “No”… No…

I guess I know the answer now…these rivers dried many a time… those floras withered away… I see myself standing tall on the reflection of my eyes through the stream in here… the child has grown up so huge and he knows most of the answer to his questions… In his words, you won’t know him much but, let the mystery laze coated with love in this frail space… the child is still staring at me… I see life through these eyes… wish I ever realized the fact that it belonged to me ever since I was born…

…it’s still raining and I know that the day is nearing for me to lay my hands on those pocketful stones I treasured once… it’s time…

I am upset. This website has helped me a lot in many ways to vent out my feelings since I never shared my ills in person to get their mood off… Today I am writing here to let everyone know the importance of respect and responsibility. I am not too sure how many of you will respond to this note… but, yeah, I am writing… it’ll help me a lot… to feel better…

If, and if only I had a choice to write this note as a “Review”, it would have reached out to many of those poor souls waiting to reach their Country without much trouble.

My Appa did book a ticket with Air India for being there with my Sister and Niece in India… Just pardon me for the usage of not so ‘proper’ words in here since I’m highly disturbed at this point in time to get them all fixed.

Air India has given a lot of trouble to many like us and I wish if they even cared for us who resides in the Middle East… They don’t care for us anymore… That’s highly disappointing… Let me write this note… Let me…

Last night, 12:05 a.m., the flight was supposed to take off and to our surprise, it’s been cancelled and postponed to the next day early morning… Well, how long can someone test my patience? How long will someone take us for granted? I didn’t have time to think or thank, but just leave the Airport quietly… but, yeah, all is not fair when it comes to those who treat us like a piece of dust… I had to… I really had to yell at them when they did the same mistake again. They have postponed the flight and the funniest part is that, they aren’t too sure if it’s confirmed as yet! That’s really funny… I tell you, they are way too funny… My Father is waiting in the Airport anticipating for the confirmation… They gave him a boarding pass, asking him to wait in the lounge and the boarding pass says, 4:30 p.m. He hasn’t had lunch… They promised a meal to fill his empty stomach… They haven’t provided him any food…

I wish if I had an option to write a review on Air India again… to let all those poor souls, waiting to reach India, to see their infants and for any matter, not to fly with them… I’m waiting in here for my Appa to call me up and say, everything is fine and he is all safe and sound back in India…

How long will these man-eaters chop their own flesh, tearing apart the skin to taste the blood?

Let me ask you, how long will their filthy hands play this dim-witted game? This is ridiculous…

Air India, you guys are an insult to our nation… To h**l with you…

Rage and fame went over the hills while shame and pain ascended down like a sun bidding bye to the day. Today, I’m writing this piece of note to vent out the feelings that I have had within me for a long time. All of us live to be known in some or the other way. The sane fact is that, none of us realizes the hidden strength within us.

Once, one of my friends came up to me and said that she loves to be in love. Love! That term is as sweet as a rose flower budding in spring spreading fragrance along with those little lilies stood facing us whilst raindrops wetting its charm evermore…

Hey, have you been to this so-called island where streams and pebbles fought for their kingdom? How funny is that to have you made think all the way to an island where you get nothing but ‘green’. My insane mind is inking too much on this white sheet that it’s bleeding in green to let myself realize how beautiful the other side looks like. That’s life… All I touch doesn’t turns to gold… Fact, not a fiction!

So, in an eerie night, like a fairy tale I’m thinking about few points I hate to deal with.

They are,

- To say goodbye
- To think about that part of my past
- To listen to rap music
- Politics
- Mathematics

Ah, okay! I just read the above mentioned points and I already got high! Yeah! All of us write. How many of you think it helps you in getting closer to your soul, mind and heart? How many of you think if you have ever made a difference to the society just by the way you think? Sometimes, small things can make a lot of difference. I got to stop by that note…

Tomorrow is not known to us… All I know is that I am getting this posted now… The next minute is unpredictable… Keep Smiling…

It was as usual a cold morning… The dawn burst out through the pane to tickle me awake. All these days I have been dreaming a lot. That sky knows it all. My dreams and reality at times blend for awe struck illusions. Hey, hey, hey, am I supposed to think different? Hey, hey, hey, isn’t it the other way? Those were two questions been exchanged while glaring at myself in the mirror to say Hello/Bye.

Two long days made whole lot of difference to the way I foresee things. I think it made a lot of changes in the outlook towards my society. This diary might not entertain many out here since it’s not a poem, experience or anything related to music. It has to be something that all of us think or would have thought at least once or more than that. Inward questions are something which makes us pen or whisper, and let it reach through the lonesome hearts. You know it’s true...

All the things that you seek will have two reasons. Maybe tomorrow the same ideologies that you search for will get back to you. Oh yes, that’s life…

The person in front of me is none other than my mirage where I see him through this pane. I know that the only person who understands or rather encourages me is the person I see in front of me. That’s me. Of course, it’s me. Long gone days beckon the warm tomorrow, where I changed my belief in an optimistic manner to stamp the fact that I can make a difference… to this world… the place where I live and the society that I belongs to…

Yes, I can! That makes a lot of difference. It took me almost twenty six years to get it right. I can! Yes, I can… and I’ll…

You know it’s true and all that we see turns out to be for our own good. Well, that’s how we spread our positive energies. Ain't we?

Long lived my grandfather once when he was late for a meeting, stated regretfully that he will never ever show up his face to the crowd who waited for him. Words… Oh well, he taught me all that… I remember him today for his hard work and those values that he taught me. I know nobody can forget the way he/she has come up in their lives. We all look back and see how at one point of time they all seemed so hard for us… on us… But, yes we have crossed the seas, thorn fields and have reached heights of the distant hill that wistfully looked at us one point in time. Life, changes so fast. It’s a matter of time…

Dream… Oh, that’s very important said my grandfather. He dreamt a lot. He wanted to take his driving license at the age of sixty five and he did achieve all his dreams until the last moment in his life.

Today, at this very moment, I discard everything for humanity… I believe I can make a lot of difference to the society that I live. Today, when I look in the mirror, I see a smile on my face. Today, I have decided not to look at my past. Today, I believe all of us can make a better tomorrow… Together we stand… All these small things for sure will make a lot of difference… Dream on…We never know if tomorrow belong to us… Fight for a reason… Let the reason be Humanity…

When we smile, weal and wail
On our way to wield the shield
Some may say their waves out
Whilst we confer no converse
Hence the names wither, oh awful
Fence the unseen, unheard, and unfelt
Rinse your mind, soul and spirit
Howl the bowl when it overflows
Wolves’ wool been used for us
Where all of us are been used
Break the rules, shake the ground
Wake the fools, bake their brains
Fake the wound, feel the pain
Roll the scenes, bury them away…

My brain shower thoughts like the rain
When this mind set its journey to the past
Alone, avid and vivid they become known
Red lights in the moonlight and cold gust
Oh so far away from fall and down we go
Alone we go; along they come, among all
When they gaze at me and phrase on me
A line that carved on my heart thrust into
And my soul is bleeding, weeping for light
A Light for right as truth stays bright, white
And my psyche comes back to the present
Oh the world seems to be old, wild, weird
Wired all the way since start to the end
These frames been moved and crushed
Dreams been thrown, desires been piled
Oh wait; ah hold on, life must go on… on…
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Note : This poem is dedicated to my friend, Dinesh Acharya. Brother, promises are not meant to be broken. Like I have promised, this one is exclusively for you. For my brother, a poet and my dear friend...

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Keep Smiling

For so long I’ve been wailing
In this dark caged space
And my wounds are not healed
So I will sleep here forever…

Move away from my scenes
Please take away your diary
Let these flowers fade
When those stars shade away

And then time holds my rave…
Oh when days cure the scar
And this ache sheds the heap
So please take away these tales

I Love this lonely face…
When it shows upon the mirage
And Breeze sweeps those leaves
When scenes been buried so deep

Oh, carry me away, far…
Away from this world, soon
Along to the shore, for good…
Let this tale end forever…

Long, long time ago… This is how my grandfather used to tell me stories… Hold on! I’m not going to talk about a fairy tale in here... This is not a fiction too… It happened… sigh!!

There was an era, I always wanted to travel down to India, educate myself to be one among the millions in the ocean who wished alike. So when my name topped up in the list to choose where and when to leave from Saudi Arabia for further studies, I browsed through Google… To opt for a place where I can set my prospect… The page at last took me to a hill station which, of course, is as beautiful as you are... When I say beautiful, it’s not about the object what you see through your eyes. It’s something beyond that... Days passed by until a fine dawn enthralled me with those fruitful memories which were yet to discern. So, I packed my bags and flew down to India, Pardes…

I have always wanted to let you all know about the life that I lived. But, it wasn’t as painless as you may think when the experience (most) haven’t got any optimistic thought in it and had been ascended from no man’s land to nowhere... When the mind tickling moments you cherished at your prime, will be only there in your heart as a stroke, which could either prick or sooth while seeing similar occurrences… Ah, that may mar at times…

The education began… There were friends to share ills and wells… Time flew… Nature as always touched all of us with her everlasting grin in the form of rainstorm… fog… and unceasing breeze that made us blind…

That was the time we had a new joiner in our college. His name was Jobin and we called him Jo in short. As the days passed by, we became best of friends who could share about anything under the sky and above green pastures that seemed like carpet. Jo and I were in the same class though we had different set of friends in hostel, which was located on another hill. That reminds me of my hostel room that stood face to the cheek of clouds that descended upon our roof. To err is human, but the avowal can never be used at any cost when it comes to nature. It’s for obvious reasons that, God have created it so wholly that nothing could ever compete with her magnificence.

Time flew… Just like those birds flew for their new nest… Rains fell… from a hole in the sky that looked like it was just for us who stayed in Paradise Hills… Like the name, it was truly a paradise…

We lived there for 3 years and when we were in our final year, something happened. ‘Something happened’? That statement is not right…

On a Monday, when I was getting ready for my classes and while searching for my shoes, Jo rushed in to my room. I looked up to him in awe and asked him the reason for his pale face. He, on the other side showed me his bleeding face and asked if blood is a good sign. I never had any answers for it… I have always thought about many things in life but the sign of blood? That remained as a question mark to me. But, in life, there are always a lot of signs. Sign of love… Sign of care… Sign of affection… Sign of fear… Sign of blood? You see, that last sign was alien to me until I reached the college, thinking about it like a rambler searching for oasis.

The professor started his lecture on Discrete Mathematics and I could see Jo scribbling something on his book. He looked ill. Suddenly, someone from somewhere passed through a message to the professor that I have been asked to meet the Principal. I was in a way happy to flee from the class, since I always had a problem with Math’s. I walked through the corridor; thinking reasons behind him asking me to surrender, whilst, 'sign of blood' stood motionless in my mind…

Principal looked disturbed… While penning this very doom, I shiver, akin to how I did at that very moment when principle revealed the news that, Jobin’s dad passed away…

He asked me not to let him know until we reach his place… I didn’t know how to react… He spoke about his Father and his dreams a day before this demise…

I went along with him… He never (not till date) knew that I had been told about this by the principle… I took him to his native, saying his Father is not keeping well… I can still see Jobin’s crestfallen face the moment he saw the black flag nearby his house… Something that pricks my heart, saying…, life is too short… there is nothing to boast about… to feel proud of… anything could happen at the very next moment… it’s only a matter of time…

World is beautiful… We are just a drop in the ocean… In the end, we live for once… Let’s live in harmony…

This post is dedicated to one of my favorite MSians… The silent character named Kraa slowly started interacting with all of us… He has commented on almost all our posts… I’m running short of words… Ajay Bhai, this one is for you…God bless you...



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Roving through this sea shore
And I’m craving for the blue moon
Sharing all with what I have
And I’m raving for the gray rays
Have they asked you to fade off?
And did you retort with a smile
Oh, have they asked you to lie for
What they did for own good
Living a lie isn’t worth it
And laying back is worthless
Waving arms in air hurts badly
Oh, it’s a short race, my friend
You’ll win the battle in no time
Oh, it’s a short life, brother…
You will always be my friend…
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