Being forgotten…

An old wounded monk,

Crushing his nails,

And chanting a betrayal.

Forgotten …. Be forgotten ahead.
It’s a deep dark night,

I fought myself to bring bright…

He roared like a demon,

Hurried to chant Suneman…
I feared of being crushed,

Rushed into bed to crunch…

My teeth into the teeth…

Alas! What I had done to me?

I questioned several times to me.

Exclimed inner proofing myself a second…

Shadow spread among the street,

Chants calm to the death…

I surrendered to my faith,

‘I have been crushed.’

Nights froze for me, door unopened for weeks.

I thought dozen of times, to under

To unbreak inside cheer.

I have been blocked in surplus,

Muted myself into nowhere.

Months to go I haven’t been out,

Life stuck being alive….
One windy night brought the same,

Loud chants…. Subbings… Nailing the same tree….

It was same wounded face I recalled,

Little week but same analog….
Dare punished me to walk near,

Hiding myself in courtier…

This time he set down,

And fell aside the tree…

I don’t remember the time,

But when I realised it was light..

Reddishness pushed dust into the sky,

And reach to me for unhid..

He may mentally changed.. 

I whispered into my ears..

And turned off to hear….
Stepping up to Home, 

I heard a tone… Of unexplained grief..
U forgotten.. be forgotten ahead…

Today it’s me.

Some day you will be….

You are in my imagination

Whenever i swallow my thirst,
And run into the dry sand.
I searched your hand,
To feed my soul,
In this deep darkness of unknowns.
It’s a moment which brings me,
Nearer to lights of your character.
It’s a huge ocean of sorrow,
Which unites to break,
A commitment of being yours.
I am lucky amongst the thousand,
Feels standing, serving, and feeding my soul,
The lightness beneath the dark.
I totally emptied from the words of unknowns,
Who said ones, says now and will tell in future,
About your absences.
But i felt you in dreams, walking around,
And hugging me when i feels…

It’s love without boundaries, or
Boundary without love,
Don’t know…
But i can feel you, and heal my thirst,
Of being empty and alone…


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Beyond the Indian’s Mindset: We are Progressing Technically but Lacking Mentality-Wise


It’s very though to start such a disastrous topic over here, it might upset the few of my readers but I feel it’s worth discussing here.


Technology in the hands of businessmen
                  Indian with Technology 

We are Indians, rather I will prefer to say that “we are the Mighty Indians” always looking towards the west, following, learning, and behaving like west but we are still Indians with narrow streets all through our heart which still boosting the barrier between the knowledge and traditions, knowledge and religion. And what is this barrier ‘Read Technology’ ‘leave technology’ ‘follow technologies’ ‘behave technology’ but ‘religion: no technology’ ‘marriage: forget technology’. And life: no explanations by technology’.  That’s why I said that “we are mighty Indians”.

Well I sound awkward, but it’s true. World is progressing day by day, even second by seconds there are inventions which are stepping forward. We are curious to know them; we are teaching these to ourselves and to our children if here I use the word ‘imposing’, might not be bad. But why we are doing these things? That’s the biggest question to highlight here. Why we are learning all these technologies when at the end there will be no use of them to us, at the end we are going to decide everything on the basis of tradition, religion and society.  Then what is the use of learning all this things? Do we are approaching to a war? Must say a technology war where everyone is going to throw all their technologies to win the fight or we are just running in the race which does not have any aim? Is it not awkward to us?


Well we are the men and women who are transferring our knowledge and wealth to our lads but in the end we are recovering all these ‘Givings’ on the name of society and religion. Is that our life of being sophisticated learners? Is it not a hollowness which still awakes inside us?


After mentioning all above points, now am coming to my real topic, and in true words I wanted to talk about the marriage of technically educated people. It’s a very vibrant issue in today’s India.  Well some of my friends’ encountered same conditions in their life, that make me to think a lot. I am still unable to understand why this is happening in India, well am not concerning about other parts of world here, it’s possible in comparison to India they might have worst situations over there.  Why we people still having the control over the life of children after educating them in such a well technical manner? This question knocks the door of mind and I never ever able to get the answer; but I have same question blinking in this vast sky which deeps the lights of my eye.

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When we impose these controls on the marriages of technically educated children, I feel we are always afraid of our society and gossips which will be there after love marriages basically. Some highly social people think this as matter of prestige, dignity and pride. These big words never mind shows the glory of society but what about the life? What happens if someone loves someone and marry his or her? What is to do with society? Is it not their life? Is it a society’s life? But we have great explanations for all these things.  Here I feel I should mention one more thing that we are not fools its essential to say, there must be some regions with correct explanations in the hands of our elders but again I have question;  do these explanations are universal? Can we justify ourselves in-front of world? Can we proof the validity of these theories?


Well I am Indian; I am not saying all the above facts are true for each and every one. And I am not leaving the hands of non-technically educated children. But it is matter of concern and we have to do something for these. I feel grabbing a knowledge is good but erasing the wrong habits or traditions or practices is great……………………………..


Hollowness beyond the thoughts,

Cuts the veins, ruins the gems,

If flourished inside the heart.


Seems a dead without dead’s wish,

Its harms the shadow, which

Covers the man-role.

A vessel meant to be empty,

Hollowness derives its nature,

But a man, with hollowness,

Ruins own creation.


When I saw out that window,

I found joy spreading everywhere,

I heard the songs, sung by everyone,

Rather I can feel the touch of air,

Which felt to dance with same chair.

But if try to keep me inside,

Hollowness cuts my throat, and

Ruins my night

Which filled now with tears.


Subduction of that feeling can boost,

Till the ends of desire,

But imparts only if one changes the ways,

To fight with own hollowness…

Demotivated to motivated…

At least give it a try,

it’s possible,

you will not get perfection,

but least you will know the,


being poured the thought in 

ocean of wishes…

will calm the fire of your heart,

being betrayed,

of your steps,

which never done as your wishes….

At least it will evoke, through the veins,

spreading in your body,

feeling ashamed,

of not doing everything,

which suits to rain,

to enlight the heart full of pain..

Ways goes around,

with multiple directions,

crossing, cutting, ending, starting,

overlapping and blaming to each,

of a failure…

but way you choose,

should true to you,

no matter, no success,

no matter, cause not achieved,

no matter how far you stand,

at least you must try….

Broken pieces some time,

pleases the moment,

what you ever never be thought,

will arise the flag which never to suffer,

the heat of failure but,

collecting the experience….

A story: Lesson to life-1

Once, there was a couple. Both were in a deep love for each other. Boy was perusing his studies, and girl was employing in a company. Both loves each other and respects too. Whenever boy was free, he used to call her and they speak for long. All was going well. Few days later the girl used to be very busy at her office. Whenever boy called her, she was never able to receive that. And after office she was busy at her home, so some times she was never replied him. Days passed, same thing was going to be happening more frequently. The boy understands her problem, and always gave her enough space to do her job. With time, the number of call made by boy decreased. For showing her care the boy did that frequently, and the girl made him a promise that whenever she will get time from office, she will inform him then they will talk. Days after days, the frequency of calling constantly decreased. One day the girl dumped him, and got away.

So, one question arises,

why their relationship reached to this end?

Who were the responsible for their break-up?

Did his extra care and freedom was the real culprits which lead them to end the relationship?

Be careful….


Turning Point

When things goes beyond the hope,

Your veins just wanted to stop,

Don’t stop in the faith of God.

Time to search a ‘Turn’

Not ‘U’

But at the angle, leads to another hope.

Right turn at right time,

Will built a man,

with strong hands, and determined brain.

No one knows the ‘Future’

No one can predict it.

It is the you, creates it.

A ‘Turning point’ in life,

May be future without shine.

But at least give it a single try….