Tuesday, 20 October 2015


Running down the hill
Clutching a lot of overdue bills
Watery eyes and shaking limbs
Anxiety of uncertain future
Jack ran frantically
"please lend some chippers 
my mom is without slippers
will take her to the quack
she got bitten by the wolf that barks"
Pleaded the handsome boy
"O dear ! Good lord will help her
but will lend no money as you owe me more"
Cruel Mr. Collins took a sip from silver cup
Thinking about his pain stricken mother 
Remembered the lightning, tearing out the sky
Bishop indicated the omen will not be far
Father kicked Jack and went to marry in bar
"Make me your slave O' benevolent
Save my mother or i will die O' magnificent"
Falling to his feet he kept his heart out
Mr. Collins was going to accept the scout
Again the cloud burst with Jack's eyes
"All your freedom will suffice today
or you will suffice in few days"
Leaning on his hands with the stick
Remembering his mother who was sick
Accepted the bait as no stone left to turn
Jack burned with his fate , in front of the sun
Mr. Collins bounced a bag full coins with lot of fun

He ran, He ran, to save his life
Slipped and dashed into a tree
Broke his head, still jack ran
As tears fell from his eyes till fathom, the earth trembled
Large blocks fell and Jack still ran
With medicine from the quack he reached home
Alas to his surprise she was no more
Fell on his knees and went numb
As if someone cut his throat and tongue
His soul bore thousand lashes
Broke into pieces in a single flash
Father came and blamed Jack
"O lord please take me far away
where my mom  will beside me"
Cried his lungs out and ran
Threw the bag of coins and his soul
Ran to become the ghost of frost
To kill the wolf that barks
To surpass Mr. Collins
To take revenge

To intervene every single soul he blamed
Surprisingly the list had few names to be framed
Took a stone and picked his overthrown fate
Sharped the stone along with his fate
Jack saw the wolf that barks
Eyes got fixed and heart stopped 
Then a flash and loud hiss silenced the forest
Wolf's eye spilled blood
As if an avalanche turned to flood
the beast cried out, then went in to eternal silence
Jack ran and steps echoed in the silence
The dark side was ruling everything
His heart, his souk and predetermined mind

Sunk into the sea of revenge and anger
Entered the damn village
That didn't offered even a spoilage
Went for the Magnificent bastard
Who was bitter than the beast
Spotted him strolling in the lawn
It was swift and fast
The stone pierced into the heart
Jack roared like an wounded tiger
Scratched out him like an evil scavenger

Nothing quenched his thirst and rage
Jack ran to the bar to bid farewell
The father who scratched his soul
Then left the soul to rot in purgatory
This last farewell was mandatory.
" Burn yourself you evil beast
Burn your soul, help other fellows
Still penance will be as far as I am to my mother.
Death is the easy verdict but what you will live henceforth
will balance nothing in suffocating soul
Repent till you die 
Die as a burden 
In the last part I will bid you farewell again
will give you slow and painful death."
Father was struck
The words discerpet his soul 
Still a lot was about to come ,
Jack was not seen in the valley anymore
People joyed the death of Magnificent Bastard
Still no soul craved for Jack
To every surprise this is what we human lack
The rage left the day his father died
In a slow and painful death..................

Thursday, 15 October 2015

Am I Strong..?

Often we land to a point where we question our stature in accordance to the ongoing situations and opportunities that lie in our favour. Despite of our belief in the soul we preserve, we doubt the validity of our perspective. Rather rationalising the situation and pondering the roots for the lack of opportunities in our favour we prefer to lament on the present. The picture of our present dissatisfactions is enhanced by the collective demarcation of fellow achievements. In the search of hollow motives and their respective paths, we wander in the mirage. We name them our happiness but that aim to have it is always mislead into sorrow. Often in the long run of our life, we get so involved that we run towards stability in a chaotic manner.
 Thus at the end where we stand? The moment we fail the reaction changes, our perspective is shattered by the hammer of failure. Then we self police ourselves and conclude the exact opposite of our belief. We mourn till we overcome. Then we fear. We fear to take risk. And lastly with utter strength we decide, we are not that strong.
At that point if we can just think of the moment when we first thought about the mistake, that we did, as our aim and the kind of power we gathered to go for it, then we will surely understand what we lack. There is no such question like am I strong? The question is who am I? And What I belong to do?
Let’s take an example, Jesus Christ was crucified. Do you think he ever lamented over his situation? No, because he knew what he really wanted and the things that are happening with him is the path he chose to follow and he succeeded

The Ruins Of Truth

I was standing on the platform with commotion in my mind. Trying to figure out the things i did and figuring what type of human i am right now. I just broke a man’s jaw with a bamboo stick; his blood is still on my shirt. She gave me this shirt on my birthday. I just love this shirt because, she was so happy to surprise me. She couldn’t stop laughing that day and i was like struck by lightning. That man was laughing when i lost my temper. She always kept me calm and used to hug me when i used to lose my tempo. I never lost my tempo on her. She was like an angel. She was everything that i am not. When the man fell on ground he said not to go deep, otherwise i will join her soon. But he didn’t stop laughing. A man grabbed my hand and pulled me back, then i heard the siren...... it was deafening. “are u crazy? You could  have died. Stupid fellow.” Who wants to live? She used to say it’s mandatory for us to search reasons to live happily. Do i have any? why all these happened? i may have hurt some people with my words but why she? She was as pure as sun. I wanted to scream my  voice out but i was too numb and it was like i was mentally paralyzed. When i heard the news i was buying flowers for her. All she did was stood against molestation of a girl in her college and gave her statement against the people. The police acted to register it but eventually informed the father who was a local goon. To protect his son and to retain the pride of his fear Lokesh Yadav sent his men to push Jasmine from the train. Her face was hard to identify. She was wearing my fav dress. That purple shirt with pink flowers on them vented my mind to a peaceful dimension where her face showed me my true life. Her gestures brought me to my utopia. Her father is in a state of shock and he is in coma. He loved jasmine like anything. Why i am breathing now? Why i am living in a world where she is not here? i too love her a lot. Why i am not in shock? Suddenly another super fast train brought me to reality. The wind was missing. Few people were staring me might be thinking me as some kind of lunatic. Inside my head beside all the thinking, her name was echoing around. That was driving me crazy. But all i was think to kill Yadav’s son then taht bastard will understand what it is to lose the pearl of life.
Somehow Yadav knows i am after his son and i have severly injured four of his men already. So they were coming for me. so was i. Suddenly i felt some hot fluid type thing in my head. Then everything was revolving in an increasing rate. A heavy blow on my left leg made me lose my balance and i fell with a thud. Then i felt a tremendous force on my lower abdomen. Then when i retained my seneses i was in a train. My head was aching like hell. I was unable to regain my full consciousness. The moment i tried to move my leg i felt as if three elephants were standing on them. Then i heard a fainted voice. Hardly i was able understand it. Somehow i managed to gain my strength to speak. Then again i passed out. “Son you all right?” i wanted to say no but i had lost all my strength probably. I felt a gentle touch on my chest. I thought of jasmine and i smiled and out of excitation i opend my eye. I found myself in a small cottage and an elderly women sitting next to me. According to her i was out for two days. She  found me in the bathroom of puri passenger train. And now i was in puri. She was very gentle to me. her name was Lata. She used to sell peanuts in trains. Her son died of cancer. She brought me to her home because i resembled her son somehow. I thanked her. “son thank the black man in the temple. He protects everyone. He loves everyone.” Definitely he hates me. With my swollen head i went to board a bus to cuttack. Its revenge time. I got off from the bus, headed directly to Sankarpur. It was like directly walking into the lion’s den but its now or never. I called suvam on my way. “ where can i find jaga?” “Rakesh! Listen its suicide. Come to my place we will find Yadav’s son.” “i asked a simple question. Where can i find jaga?” i demanded. “i don’t know. Trust me. where are u?” “Shankarpur.”
 I was walking down the narrow lane of Shankarpur. In cuttack they you want trouble go to shankarpur and start a conversation, thats enough. I saw jaga drinking tea at a stall. He saw me and took his mobile and ran. Suddenly i forgot that i had a bruised leg. A sudden rush clutched me and i ran after me. I was kind a healthy and my running was not so good but when it comes to ultimate paying off time, we all acquire the power to do the impossible. Within few seconds i was near him. He was shouting to help him. Suddenly a stone came flying from my right side and somehow i dodged it but then a fellow pushed me off the road. I dashed into a wall and again i  hurt  my left leg. Somehow my endurance capacity had increased. I got my balance back and stared to run again. This time i jumped on Jaga. We just fell on the ground hard. He pushed his elbow into my chest. I just punched him on back of his head and that gave me some time. In the mean time a heard a bike sound and my name echoing. It was suvam on his unicorn. Everything was happening so fast and unexpexted that local people were in shock. They didn’t know how to react. “Grab him. We will drag him. Climb on the bike fast.” I grabbed jaga’s color and got on the bike. After dragging him for couple of blocks suvam stopped his bike. Got off and puched Jaga hard on the face. “ i want him alive.” I turned towards him, he was bleeding. “ why you pushed her? What you got?” i landed my knee on his chest and slapped him. “yadav sir orderd us. I am just his puppet. He will kill you as well.” Suvam kicked his groin. “ listen ! i know someone who know where Yadav’s son is” “ lets leave this dog here and take me to him.” I knew Jaga will directly go to Yadav and Yadav will send his hellhounds after me. before that i have to find his son and kill him. On the way Suvam said “ There is a guy who lives in pokhariput basti. He works in Malgodown, for Yadav. He heard some guys talking about Yadav’s son. I found him in Lion’s bar. I was there with my friends. I heard him talking about you and Yadav’s son. Dude you are famous.” “Lets get him sing.”
Throughout the way i felt wind touching my face. I closed my eyes and saw Jasmine. She was smiling. She came close and touched my face. Those moments were like sleeping on roses, smelling the orchids, listening to the birds in forest. I wished everything to be real but that was impossible. Again the anger raised inside me. i opened my eyes. It was getting dark. “this is it. He lives here.” Suvam screamed, “Tuna!” A very lean and tall man came out of a cottage. He must be in his mid 50s. “ sir i already said you, i don’t know anything.”  I pushed him hard and grabbed his throat. “ listen i don’t have time for this crap. I want to know where Yadav’s son is.” “ Trust me sir i don’t know” suvam punched him on his ribs. He ached for seconds. “he is in a warehouse near naraj.” Suvam said “ i know exactly where.” Suvam ran his bike.
The sun was setting down. The sky was crimson red. The arati was going on in some temple. As if it was declaration of something. I closed my eyes. She hugged me and whishperd “ i love you. Please don’t this.” “ but i have to. I cant live like this. I don’t know what to do after the vengeance. I don’t have you. I don’t have my parents. Please tell me how to die.” She kissed me and everything just faded away. We just crossed sector -9 .
Something pointy went through right arm. I was bleeding and suvam was yelling. He increased speed. All of a sudden there are shower of bullets. It was hurting my ear drums. I pressed my wound hard to save blood. “ Rakesh ! lets do this.” Suvam crashed his bike into a empty house. I fell hard. Suvam was lying on the ground he cried my name and passed out. my hand was hurting lyk anything. The cars which were chasing us came to a hault near te house. It was Yadav and his men. He came and started crying out loud. Eventually when suvam crashed the bike into the house, after breaking the wall the bike hit Yadav’s son. And he is dead. And it all seemed as accident. My revenge was complete. And hearing bullet sound police came immediately. Suvam and i was taken to the hospital. I probably passed out due to blood loss. Finally the justice is served. But i don’t know what to do now. “ How is suvam ? he is alright na?”
I just nodded. Rakesh just described how his life turned into a hell. Standing for truth costs a lot. Few pay them others don’t care about it. I got my story for my newspaper. people will read it, will show sympathy and the they will forget. But i learned somthing. Love has the capability to make life heaven and on the other hand it can destroy too. It can travel beyond dimensions to proclaim what is right and what is wrong.