My darkness

There is isolation of utter disgust
Cramping all the way into the mainstream
The stream of protruding fluids
Scaling through the veins to burst out
To speak on behalf of the tormorised soul
To reason for the justice i hav been craving
Long enuf to break down
Long enuf to die
But for vain....?
Or for long lost love and solace
The unseen mirage echoed
But fadded in moments
To the Vassal of emptiness
Lurked for nothing in me
Or for everything so wrong in me
The road turned with every step
Every step to toil for tolerance
But its already the brink
Brink of submission to the veil of pain
Dancing in front of me
Still no courage to see through the veil
To see my destiny
‌To see myself

My path

The dark doors banged themselves
The devil so alluring and abiding
The path it laid
The option it offered
Called my soul aloud
Startled I stood at the embankment
Judging the possibilities to reach far
Lost in the self to materialise
The chance to be over powered
Struck me right down
The forest of hope was far behind
To run that far
To crawl down to reach the summit
Summit of truth and righteousness
What was that
What will define my path
Made me make a right step
The devil clutched me with love
The struggle made me free
And I ran for the summit
Will reach and will make all the difference
Not someday
But at this moment
To define my path
To define me.

Our society

With bricks and concrete its stands strong
With law and belief it cant go wrong
Still it went south from the pinnacle
Crippled to the core
With corruption and fallacies
It went deep into us through efficacy
Humans got numbered in the name of sophistication
Souls got deprived in the name of institution
The robust society we stand for
The fallacy we crave for
The mind we lost for
All for a shallow pit
A pit of degenerates
A pit of broken dreams
A pit of burnt wishes
With bricks and concrete it stands strong
On the verge to collapse
Over the congregation
Of a hollow and deteriorated society

Climb of her life

Getting up early was never her thing. To wake up early without a reason.... duh why..? She needed a reason, rather a good convincing reason. Unfortunately neither her mom nor her dad had one. So she and her pillow would cuddle till 11. But today she had one. The birds were on the verge to break the record of Adelle. The wind, she thought, was captured by Captain Cold from The Flash comics. All night she dreamt of being chased by a yeti. They do live Himalayas too, according to her. Then she had an awesome romantic dinner with the yeti on the top of Mount Everest. But the yeti forgot to bring flowers for her. She shouted at the yeti because what a date is without flowers. That was her belief. In the dream she asked the yeti- why you chased me so frantically? The yeti smiled and said because you have read that we exist and we chase people in snow laden mountains. Then she burst out in laughter then the yeti summoned her not to, because if her voice’s frequency got high, there could be an AVALANCHE........

This what she asked for when Avinash, jokingly asked – “is there anything that you want to before we get married?” Well she could not guess his tone and she was not joking when she said that she wants to climb Mount Everest.

Mount Everest..!!!! what was i thinking..? But who cares? She always wanted to do something crazy. She did a lot of madness in her dreams like once she chased Osama bin Laden on the streets of Bhubaneswar and killed him over a head shot. She was chasing him because Taliban banned all Harry potter books. Once she invited the President of Italy to her home for dinner. And all she made for him – Dalma and gave him the biography of Vivekananda, because she wanted him to learn how to live a life without sex. Apart from all these things she never wore jeans. She never had any guy friends. Her family was rich, filthy rich like, when she started to ride a bicycle her dad bought her a BMW. When she said him she loves pizza- they went to Italy for a family vacation. But there were other stuffs too- she never went to see a film with her buddies. Though she had only two- her cousins. Her father appointed two men who will go everywhere with her. On some regular college day when was just coming out of her class, a boy gave her a yellow rose. That night she went to the hospital with horlicks and tulips to see how many bones were intact in him. In short she was a princess but spoilt in a weird way. The only thing that she brought for herself were books. And she had her own library. Form bed of roses to the thorns of ice, it was impossible. But Avinash loved her more than anything. He convinced his future father in law. And he was damn convincing.  

She woke up and went out of the tent, it was beautiful. As if the snow has covered all the buildings of Bhubaneswar. It was freezing out but she was excited like crazy, for her first real life adventure. For the first time in her life she made friends during the training period. She was amazed to know people being funny and serious at the same instance. All her life till now, Nicolas Sparks taught her what romance is, JK Rowling taught her what fantasy is., Jeffrey Archer taught her what drama is, but witnessing people other than her family and servants was fun for her. she still remembers for the first time she held Avinash’s hand. God! As if thousands of dragons were growling fire in her body, small dragons the cute ones only.

Life is so exciting and wonderful, she never thought a joke and a crazy idea can change so much. Well she knows right now life is all about craziness. She knows this trip is a tour to the arms of death. But she is all ready to experience that even. All her life someone else has made decisions for her. Except books, her father and mother have chosen everything for her. This trip will teach her about life. She wanted to learn all before starting a new life with Avinash. Till now she has learned a lot from the training. But the real task of life starts today.

She got all geared up for the climbing. It has been 4 months without her family and servants, without her small world. This may be a one way trip but she will never regret it. What she learnt from everything has made her a different person now. And she also knows, when she will be back home, the only thing that she will have of her previous life will be her body, nothing else.

“ okay comrades, this it. We are going to live your dreams. And I swear you will not go empty handed. Few will have an experience, few will have a life to talk about. All geared up...?” shouted the leader. “Yes sir” all in a chorus shouted. Avanti looked back, ran to her tent took her phone and messaged Avinash- THANKS FR EVERYTHING. I LOVE YOU. AND I WILL BE BACK SOON.

This was the first time she said her the magical words. Then she left for the climb of her life.  

On Her Behalf

The droplets had no intention to soothe his agony. His tears were no match to the outburst of the sky. He kneeled down to ask his salvation but the continuously rejected every wish. Carrying the fate to rule had no weightage. Every second he failed her, every moment he missed, were asking- "what is the point now?" That glasses he broke were crystal but the heart he shattered had no comparison. Everytime a promise he broke, a crack his fate accumulated. But.... Does any of his but mattered now? The flowers he brought now to her grave were fragrance less. The grave stone embarked - Loving wife and daughter. He couldn't even made her a mother. Each stroke of thunder sliced his soul with the question - Why you made her suffer so much? He was struggling to argue with all possible excuses and that underlined his character in details. For two years in search of money and fame he lost love, every single thing that made her love him. His destiny.... He will laugh out if this thought would have crossed his mind. The time he could have given her, the smile that he could have brought her. He stood up and the sky roared like a wounded tiger. He failed her. That night when they got married and they were in the bedroom, he had just her. No money no fame, but he had everything..... Her love. Every time she smiled and got naughty he thanked God for this wonderful girl. But like a project accomplished, suddenly he went to his dream. But forgot about his life defining love. All the time he wasted for money and fame made him stand right now where he is now. In no dimension he could ever forgive himself. The sun forgot to warm him like he forgot her in pursuit of his hollow dream. But he wanted to be famous, to be rich, but never thought he will lose her. He know even now also she would have smiled at him. Not a single moment she asked why. The dinners she had alone, the anniversaries she spent under the moon light, the nights she slept in solitary made her love him no less. He never uttered a sorry and she never demanded one. He gave her diamonds that she never wore with him. The cemetery was deserted like his life right now. As if every dead body got crossed with him. Finally one night she shouted out her leftover life that he was presenting her. And he reciprocated the he never had. It was her birthday and he had promised a dinner that night. But again his schedule changed which he didn't alter. His wife was crying when he reached the house., that was not a home. He had already lost it. When she brought up everything that was falling apart all he could utter was for whom I am doing all these, you all luxury and everything, blah blah.... She shouted at him and asked him to leave her home. And without a thought, as if devil rode his soul to hell, he stormed out. He went out in his car. He had never seen her in that state. And made him think for the first time in two years. That night he decided to make things right. Next day he bought a beautiful gown for her and wrote a letter for asking another chance. And sent it to her inviting to the best hotel in the city. He booked the whole hotel and decorated with everything she loved. He knew she will come. He knew his love. He wanted his home back. He was standing on the door waiting for her. She arrived in a cab. She was looking like an angle in love. That moment they were on opposite side of the road. They looked at each other. Everything was just falling into space that they dreamed. She wore the best smile a girl can hav ever. She walked down the road towards her life. Her life..... The man she fell for, the best guy in world for her. She was so happy n engulfed in her thought. Then everything altered. Every single piece that they were placing on the maze broke to atoms. He was just witnessing it. He lost the power to speak and think. The devil even left him to witness the tragedy of God. The car that hit her was in air. He ran... He only wished he could have ran long back. She was there on the road. The road of his devastation. He took her in his arms and silently begged with every single emotion he had. But she was gone. He was drenched in blood. The blood that he painted on himself...this is what he thought. An ambulance came and for what? He already got cremated. He cried in the graveyard. He had lost the option for penance. But he lived a life afterward that he chooses for her and then God reciprocated that life on her behalf. But he lived

His Birthday

His Birthday

Focus. Run. Lead.

His father always underlined these huge and blood thumping words.

While in sleep he used to encounter a unicorn. The unicorn never ran. It used to walk slowly, as if it had no hurry. He just wanted to see whether rainbow comes out of its tail when it starts to run. But it never ran.

There was another man, quite old, with white beard and no hair. He always had a pipe and the way smoked it, it was peculiar. As if all his life he practised to smoke and he achieved it very well. But he never focused on the unicorn. He had eyes on the sky, searching something. The place in his dream was grassland, medium grasses all over. He didn’t know the word meadow back then may that is why he couldn’t figure out the geographical location. But every night in his dream he goes to the old man to ask what he is doing, but then everything starts to shake as if it’s an earthquake.

 It was his father waking him up in morning for practice.

And the dream where he had quires and may be answers too but never reached its brim. Then he would wake up and go for his practise. He never wanted to be an athlete. But his father always was adamant as mountain to see him in Olympics. He was good but not the best. He worked hard and followed his father’s order- Focus Run lead. In his school period he always came second or third and his father was unhappy. He had the best gear anyone can dream. Adidas shoes Nike pants, his friends were jealous. But no one knew what he was jealous of.

The best part was dream. One day he asked the old man in his dream “Why are you looking to the sky?” The old man laughed and said “I am looking for a rainbow.” Again everything started to shake and he is up for practise. Time passed and he never came up to his father’s dream. He became a renowned director. He bagged many national and international awards. Still his father’s words keep ringing in his minds and that had led him to success. But he never understood the meaning of his dream. He stopped pondering about it and eventually forgot about it.

One day he was shooting in Tibet. He was all emerged in the work. He was inspecting the location to get what he wanted. The place was exotic. He inhaled the fresh air and closed his eyes to think. Basically he was concentrating. Then he opened his eyes, he saw a man, rather old man but he looked familiar. But he could not remember him. The old man was looking like a monk. He brought himself back to his job. At the end of the shift the crew planned to visit a Buddha temple nearby. They went to the temple and it was beautiful. Simply breathtaking and wonderful, as if the soul has come to a shrine of angels. The sky was all golden and the air had its fragrance of peach fruit. As he stepped into the temple he saw the same old man merged in his meditation. All of a sudden he recognised him. The old man was from his dreams. The moment he realised this, the monk smiled and opened his eyes. He could not believe it. He had stopped seeing that dream since a long time, his subconscious had it but all his success and his dream coming true made him more realistic and materialistic.

The films that he made always had human feeling described in details but he knew he was lacking something. His passion and his work were in same spot but the more he tried to involve himself in spirituality and in self, it was an uneven road. Whole world loved his films, they were critically acclaimed and thoughtful but he knew he is lacking something. But he never knew where to look for answers. He went and sat beside the monk. The monk said “you saw your rainbow my boy?” Again he lost himself. He collected his lost thoughts and said “no. I never pondered it much. I got what I wanted. Followed my passion and forgot about the childhood dream.”

The monk closed his eyes and said “son, look to the sky. And tell me what you see?” He looked up and described its texture and colour. The monk smiled and said “son, life shows us many things and keeps us revolving around what we want to know, but we get so involved in revolving around, we forget about the answer. So just focus and tell me again.” This time he closed his eyes. After sometime he saw it. All his life he was running. Running to define his choices. He gave everything he had to prove that he made a right choice of opting being a filmmaker, a story teller. In that long process he lost the meaning of his passion. He knew something was lacking deep inside but he was too involved in his race with himself.

 People either run to be something, to prove the world or run to prove themselves that they are independent. They saw a dream and followed it irrespective of every ordeal and achieved it. Those who do job to show the world their status are just crowd that gather. Thinking about the crowd is wasting time and power and that is why he never made commercial films and he never had a huge crowd. But in that process he lost the reason of his dream. He never got there, because unknowingly he was concentrating on the crowd. Yes a small crowd but he was.

In the dream he wanted to see a rainbow, he had heard stories of unicorn. He knew when a unicorn will run a rainbow will come out of his tail, but back then his subconscious was not mature to look at the sky. He had his own imagination. And that imagination was reflected in his dream. He never understood why the old man said he was searching for rainbow in the sky, later he thought the man knew that for rainbow one must see to the sky not to mystical and mythical animals. Now he got it all clear. To see a rainbow, to see the dream come true, to live a life that we really want is to do things for ourselves, not for anyone else. He explained this theory to the monk. The monk smiled and nodded.

Then still he had one doubt. He asked “will it not be shear selfishness?” The monk questioned him “what is enlightenment? Why every religion asks us to search for enlightenment?” He thought for a while. “Because that is a process through which we can amalgam our self to the almighty”. Suddenly the monk said “will it not be shear selfishness?” He got it all clear. The monk explained him “look at every great man. What they really are? They did justice to the self. They were selfish like anything. If a person fails to justify his soul his works then he cannot be successful. He may become a hero, a great scientist, but in his last moments he will think of this question and all his achievements will fall down in front of himself. Then what is the joy of that success? I hope you know where you lack my son.”

He got it. Now he knows what to do and how to do. He looked at the sky and saw himself painting the rainbow in it. He resolved all his questions and stood up to create a difference. He wished his father to be alive to see his son getting the meaning of his word- Run Focus Lead. Suddenly he thought how come the man he saw in his dreams back in his childhood is sitting next to him? Then suddenly he heard a loud beeping sound. He looked around felt very cold. He is getting all wet from cold water falling from the roof of the temple. All of a sudden he woke up. It was his birthday and all the time he was dreaming. His crew members threw cold water on him to wish him happy birthday. They celebrated it with a cake and tea. He could not stop thinking about what he saw.

 But it was really his birthday.                   

THE GHOST OF FROST

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..................

 

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.

My bliss

The flow inside me
Like magma in vein 
Pushing over the edge
Luring towards unknown
Maybe the divine may lie
The solace may conquer
But the strength is so undermined 
A pit or well of thoughts
Should i jump ?
Why so afraid to lose
So peaceful but creating havoc
Till the cup spills more
Till the soul thrives more
That turn will turn everything
Upside down, east to west
That's what my mind has as quest
My vein may burst 
The chaos may lead
After this turmoil
After this typhoon 
A spark will light the canon
The bliss, My bliss will be everywhere.........

Face Off

The stones & thorns pricking now & then
Mirage fluctuating every day every second
Soul thriving verse echoing with exact enunciation
Insanity & rouges hovering in the  air
Asking again & again 
Why it seems so fair 
The roads I opted with heart
The decisions taken so far
Compulsion or will, cant be specified
Standing high with souls full of scars
Ego or immaturity, cant be justified
The limitless effort to be just true self
The irreasonable want to have help
Innocence or diplomacy, cant be judged 
Even mind is amazed by the deeds
Others are so satisfied, so unlike me
Realization or regret, cant be mentioned
flow of time is constant
So far everything is just for the instant
Living in the mirage will ever pay off?
Just one thing left to scare off
Please someone take my face off........

The Fate......

The canopy of the forest
The rustling of the leaves
The creeping of birds
The reflection of sun on the river
Everything just, the gift of  earth
The vibe between sky & land 
the melody in the breeze
The fragrance of fresh ripped grass
Immortality of these beauty is challenged
Belittling the soul of nature
Ignoring the essence of life
Fate is turned toward unknown darkness
The darkness, so luring & intimidating
In the loop of incidents
In the series of ill decisions
Humanity got slaughter
Into pieces & bits
At the stake, all those beauty,
At The time of judgement
With a hope to die peacefully
Enlightenment will hover
Just as a regret 7 missed chance
Still few souls will left to live all these
Those knew all & stood, Just stood.

MY PEACE MY SOLACE

The jasmins bloom like a white cover

        Its fragnance enhances the moon light 

     Few crickets chatter about this beauty 

    And I visualise all these with you over & over


     With you everything is so pure
     Inside and inside I get lured
    Your fragnance enriches my soul 
  You are jasmine of my life 
  Your serenity & benevolence keeps me Whole
    fixed to my life, to your life. 


   My eyes search for you,
   in search of peace & solace
   I found you  on the boulavard of my life,
   i see you at the end,
  So dignified, So magnificent.


    Life got its meaning
 But this heart is hammering
   Standing for you with everything it has
 Without you i am just an empty vase
    With all your faults I am in love with you
   Irrespective of everything i am in love with you  I searched you in so many faces
  Been through a lot Just take me in your embrace 
  Because you do what u want ,
  Change as much you can,
  I will always love you......................

In a far far land

The horizon longing till infinite

Till fathom indefinite

So engraving to the soul

so refreshing, its utopia

The bliss of blue

The melody of strangling velvety blue

Love in the sky of white

Peace in the air of fragrance

The glance of this at once

Life untangled ounce by ounce

The silence so soothing

The soul enriched bit by bit 

The beauty is eye dazzling

so breath taking every glance
This coalition is glimpse of heaven 

To endure the lost self

Self long gone

This far land, land of beauty

land of endeavor

for every unsettled thing 

for every lost being 

To do the forbidden

to dream all unseen

The change has started 

That was long pending 

Its hard to believe

Its never too late to realize

..........

Introduction

Hi its Amrit Mohanty a mediocre engg. and an enthusiastic writer. In your free time read me if you love reading.... and feel free to comment.......