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….

Bored of being Gentleman

Since that moment, I felt I am an human, 

I acted like that…..

Day and night I pursued all duties,

All morals, all tradition.

Which I loved, which I obeyed,

Some of those were hanged on back.

But today I feel bored, of being not that suits…

To current scenario of behaving,

Of  working,

Of admiring,

And of punishing.

Here I lost those I taught in school,

Those I learner in college,

The idealism…. 

Now don’t work here,

It’s been paralyze…. Paralyze my goodwills.

I stuck between humanity and human…

Who was those people, who had written these impractical theories…

I found wrong..

Perhaps…. From the long time

I have been hidden inside the layers of these papers of idealism, which stand false.

I am bored of being gentleman,

Let me unlock my own,

The Human… called animal species.

Let me unlock this,

Let it come out and let it roar….

I admit the virtue of almighty,


Their rules never proves their charm here….

I am a resident of India…

The land of God’s..

People say and relates,

Everything said and written here,

Are words of God…

But they amit not follow,

Sayings turned only sayings…

And they proven to be wrong.

And now myths have brain.. to modify and to sweat under the rain..

Idealism have no meaning here, showcase opens where…

I bored been a gentleman…

Want to unlock the animal’s chain…

Magic Bean: “What?”



One early morning, a bird

with shining wings,

Fell on my roof top,

Bleeding heavy,

Hiding a ‘Bean’

I carried inside,

Treated with wise.

Gave it approperiate treat,

With conceous it talking keen,

It’s not ordinary Bean,

Keep it care, will guide you

When everthing being dark,

And you look for What?

Dying bird’s voice,

Bounded me of that doing,

Today, sun is too high,

And my body, has tired

What can a old body can now do?

Resting on rest-chair,

Suddenly, I rember the same prayer,

“When everthing being dark,

And you look for What?” voice of bird.

I took a step inside,

and searched that cordiyard,

where that bean must hide.

With a little effort, got

That sining bean,

Withought any termite.

I buried it deep in ground,

And poured some water,

And Waited!


Evening waited!

Morning waited!

Next day waited!

Day after day waited!

For magic, what bird siad for?

One day my family left me,

for their own life, my son and his wife.

I begged for death, that night,

Waking next morning,

I realized there is work,

To pour some water, at

Bean’s grow high,

Some weeks later, a leaf

Flourished, digging the way


I continue to water,

Days after days,

some years passed,

It now grew strong,

And a fruit grew at branch,

Hurrly I un-branched it,

Watched dying that green fellow,

My heart filled with grief,

But suddently I realized,

I have more bean,

I grew them all, 

And again waited for anoter fruits…

Days passed I never let 

the hope go,

No matter I crossed 100 of years,

Without being tired, withought

Feeling restricted by age….

I grew that plant of hope,

Again and again, 

Through the dark,

To see the “What?”

Fairy Story-Ends

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Her mother came out after hearing her cry, and asked her to tell her what did happen.welcoming the visionThe girl was so frightened that she couldn’t speak a single word. Her mother brought her some water; she took a sip of water and narrated the whole story again. Her mother was shocked she tried to see whatever her daughter had seen but she couldn’t.  That was a mysterious day for both of them because one could see that thing another was not.

Days are gone the little girl caught herself packed inside that hut, refused to move free in forest and remained captured in a deep thought.  Her mother was very upset in those days.

One day a holly monk came across that forest, felt thirsty and hungry after waking a lot. When he searched for food and water in dark.  He noticed a blink of light coming from some mile.  He came near that hut and asked for water and food. The old woman came out and offered him a rest inside the hut with bringing him water and she got busy in preparing some food. The monk was setting aside of that little girl, but girl never gave him any regards. He was a very kind monk, he understood the situation and began to talk, “Hey Little Girl! You seems like you are ill? Is there any problem with my presence?” Little girl turned around with deep breath, and said to him, “My apologies for disrespect you Holly monk, yeah! I am ill.” Monk continued to ask her, “You can tell me about the fear which you are hiding from me, possible I can help you” After listing that word girl started to weep loudly by recognizing what happened with her in past. The holly monk asked her to narrate all story from beginning. The girl narrated whole story to him. Having insight of that story holly monk was surprised, he asked her to go with him and show all that places to him in the morning. Monk took the meal and went to bed.

Next morning both girl and holly monk visited the same places where little girl felt a figure. But it was strange thing that there was nothing left as was before when girl noticed. Girl was shocked. The holly monk asked her to walk toward her hut and started to examine her activities all through the way.  He examined each and every small thing which she was doing in the way.

The little girl was talking to flowers, running with the wind, mocking with the frogs, and dancing with peacock.  She also set on the bank of river for some time and watching that open sky where it going to end.  She climbed on the tree to catch the heavy sky. She jumped like monkey and laughed like a king. Holly monk was watching all the things happening with girl and got surprised.

At same moment when girl came to her hut, holly monk came too. He asked her mother to bring some food and water. The mother came in hurry because she wanted to know everything which happened in forest. But holly monk refused to tell her anything till morning. And he started to ask her some questions, “From how much time you both are living in this forest?” Mother replied, “From the day, when my daughter got birth.” “Were there anybody else live here before or after the birth?” Mother replied, “Yes! There was a little girl same age like my daughter. They both were good friends.” Holly monk asked another question, “Now, where is she?” Mother replied with a deep breath, “She is dead.” Monk enquired about her death to mother then she told him that once both the girls was playing in the forest, that girl was hiding in the mesh of trees, suddenly a fox came there and took her away. After knowing the whole story monk suggested her to get some sleep.

Next morning was a sunny morning, sun came early in the sky and there was a rare combination of rainbow and sun in that morning.  The mother was waiting for monk who left for a bath before morning. A small flash of monk brought her a lot of joy. She hurried to welcome the monk with hot tea. And set aside him to know what was happening to her daughter.  Monk started to tell her, “Mother! Your daughter is not ill, she is perfect, she just needed to direct in a right way.” Mother asked politely, “What is it sir?” Monk asked her to bring her daughter. The girl stood in-front of the holly monk.

Holly monk gave her a leaf of banana tree, and asked her to draw the same figure which is noticed at the very first day. After completing it, monk gave her another leaf and asked her to draw the figure which she noticed another day, and this process remained continue till the day when that figure appeared in-front of her hut. The monk examined all the drawing carefully, and realized that the places was different but the figure was the same. Now he started to talk his mother, “ Mother your daughter is, perfect I examined her in good manner, in my perception she is fighting with loneliness, the only friend she had in the past she lost in that game. And now she is wandering that friend everywhere.” Listening that, mother was shocked. She asked him, “Is it not a matter of worry, sir?”  Monk replied, “No! No! Mother it is not a matter to get worry.  There is a good new here, your daughter is an artist too, she these sketches how realistic they are.”  Now he called the little girl, and told him to conquer over her fear by giving birth to new art, and make them a source to mitigate her loneliness.  He also advised her to flew in full motion till the end of sky like a bird and catch the desires of filling the world of her’s no matter how alone she is, no matter how dark there is. Girl admired his advice, and promised him not to get feared of anything what she feel, light or dark…….

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