THE TREE OF HUMAN LIFE

The tree of human life

Ever seen the hard work of trees

Ever seen the competition of fruits

Ever heard the success stories of theirs

Absolutely no, I suppose

These only occur in our race

But the mango does live our life

They are born in numbers

They need to be perfect 

If huge, they fall down 

If small, they remain unrecognized

The ones boasting off their qualities, 

Shouting out, "I am the best and most juicy"

They are gobbled by the monkeys

The race does not end here

Rather it begins

They wait for the day when they are interviewed

Good ones are selected and sold

Here they compete with  the best ones

Our life's coarse is similar to this one

We are not the only one

Who live with the title

'Survival Of The Fittest'

TIME CAN'T HEAL EVERTHING

IT WILL TAKE TIME FOR ME TO BE NORMAL AGAIN

Having achieved much

Is not always a nice feeling

Even behind the clouds

The sun takes time to come out of the trap

But once you are there on top

On the hill of proud feeling

And watch others working down there

Just close your eyes

Enjoy the moment

Feel the breeze

Because the brain stops working

That those down there

Are working to demolish your hill

And one day you will be in tatters

Even that day will be granted to you

When you will murmur to yourself

“Why did not I work when I was…..”

I glanced at my broken face

The pieces of glass still falling

The blood oozing out of my fist

I could not hear my mom shouting

And I understood that it takes time to be normal!!

RIPPLES OF LIFE

Dive Into Life

"I can't, I just can't"

Were the only words 

Dropping from my mouth

My reflection scared me

That it would vanish

When I jump into that deep sea

The depth was not measurable

For me 

Even though written on board

"Only 50m deep"

I felt a hand on my shoulder

And the next moment 

I was in water 

The sea is your life 

And the depth is your limit 

Until you don't venture out 

You will not live your life to the fullest

And once down

Touching the bottom of the sea

A feeling of satisfaction will fill you 

So don't float on the surface 

Just dive in!

THE DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE

People who think out of the class

 

Glaring at the fan

Expecting it to fall on my enemy

The doors of the classroom flashed open

And a dinosour taking me away

Gazing at the canvas painting of my desk

All the creativity of my mind

Came to a halt when

Friends glared at me

Expecting an answer

My mind repeatedly told myself

"What is the question?"

But could not bring it to my mouth

I thought it had been told a number of times

The next moment I was given more respect

And told to stand up

I felt as the lone representative of india

In a round table conference

Where the teacher was the director

Standing right in front of me

My silence which they liked I suppose

So I continued to be silent

And found myself outside the class

Heaved with respect and honour from maam

I now felt like

The lone representative of US

Who left the conference in the mddle

And now can roam about outside!!

THE BIRD CRIED

IT JUST RAINED ONE DAY!

It just rained

When a bird in the sky 

Flies as high

Ever wondered why does it do that?

Ever imagined what does it think?

It’s a place

Where the trenches of death,

Are clearly seen from the skyscrapers of life;

Clouds of hope just stop shining when,

Thunderstorms of helplessness prevail;

And the blanket of sadness prevents,

Any ray of happiness;

Its not an easy place to be there

When balancing on a slender rope becomes necessity,

And dying after every day becomes habit,

The first time in years it experienced:

The tears rolling on.

One shower of rain

Its all it takes!

To destroy the castle of glass,

Crafted delicately since years.

It gets drenched in those tears;
And soaked in the sadness;

And flows away with those birds;

Dried in the darkness;

Then all its life it utters to itself,

“It just rained one day”!!

 

YESTERDAY AND TODAY

Old and New

 

Old is not formed 

New is not evolved

Old does not stink 

New does not smell fresh 

It is all the brilliancy

Of the interplay of our brain and heart

New  replaces the old 

Is it the change of generation 

That has 

Reduced the existing qualities of old 

And uphold the new 

Someome rightly quoted 

Old is gold 

But in today's global village, I believe

There are several platinum around

 

HALF PAST NINE

The trap of class 9

The heart does not believe, the brain forces the body to customize oneself into the structure which can accommodate and fit perfectly in the complexity of the the daunted class 9. Looking down the lane at the past 8 years of glory, enjoyment and and the moment of living the live to the fullest extent permitted by the the heart, the body gets depressed at the dreadful thought of the last 2 years in this dream palace. But at times and probably at every moment of the life of a class 9 student is not only filled with positive and negative surprises but also an unprecedented amount of emotions flowing out of control.

It is a stage of life where instances hold more value and importance than any academic grade. These instances change the colours of life and the palette in which all these colours are formed is the interplay of rumors. These events cannot be classified as good or bad, advantageous or something useless. They seem a practical way of knowing an unknown, and this wind was only driven faster by the introduction of Whats App, Facebook and a lot more. As a teenager it is impossible to be a critic of this trend. All seems so good and delighting.

An impossible task is to deny the fact that Class 9 is extreme and moment you are placed on the cloud of happiness, you can clearly sight out the the trench of loneliness. So at any level a class 9 student can't think,"I have achieved my goal", because there is always the teachers shouting at us,"What have you done till now; You are useless; Check your discipline, behavior.........so on"

At last we just try to dream which we could not in reality and also try to change ourselves so that we can adopt to THE TRAP OF CLASS 9

ARE YOU A HUMAN?

Am I Living? 

Eleventh time I asked this question

To myself

And I got no answer

Now I don't feel the breeze

Blowing through me

I forgotten the day when

I last smiled heartily

My memories of enjoying

Has been totally deleted

I don't find the pics where

I am free from all worries

I have forgotten the days when

Time was no priority while watching the movie

I don't remember the months

When it rained all the days

And I stood under the open sky to welcome it

I have forgotten the mornings when

The sun woke up before me

The twelfth time I asked this same question

The beats of my heart confirmed it

But deep in my heart I knew

The answer was "NO"

MASTERPIECE OF THE WORLD

MASTERPIECE

Da Vinci, the great artist

Never believed in imagination

But created something which was beyond anyone’s imagination

The Mona Lisa

Never knowing the fact

Sketching it to perfection

That one day it would be a masterpiece.

But this isn't the one!

His hands never shivered

While painting on a horse

I am talking about M F Hussain

But still the search of the best is not over!

It is already present

He painted with the everlasting

Colours of rainbow,

He created mountains,

He designed the course of rivers,

Outlined the nature’s beauty;

 And his final touch was humans;

The masterpiece is the world,

By the greatest artist of all times- THE GOD 

AUSPICIOUS DAY OF THE WORLD

AUSPICIOUS DAY OF THE WORLD

When the first rain drop,

Is greeted by the ocean,

With full respect,

Where the ripples spreads out;

When the first rays of the sun,

Shine on those ripples,

Enlightening every drop of the ocean;

The day when every gladiolus

Will bloom out its each petal

A day which is driven by hearts and not brains

A day which is beyond science

A day when F=ma is contradicted

A day when teleportation will become a part of the past

It will be a part of the common sense that,

It is Soham’s Birthday

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOHAM!

The concealed knowledge

The concealed knowledge

(My boots stamped on those dusty roads of Darbhanga and I could hear my heart pounding loudly. My grandfather's presence forced me to ask me some questions about the strange person which would reduce my curiosity. )

Me: Is he young or someone of your age? What could be his age? 

Grandpa: He is quite young.I don't know   his age

Me: Is he short tempered? I mean gets angry at small issues. 

Grandpa: No no! He is the calmest person you will ever see.

(I silently told myself "I hope so")

(Neither of us perturbed the noise of the streets.My hands swinging the plastic bag which carried various untouched books and some even unseen.The only restaurant serving its special customers, the temple ground being used for cricket could be seen till we reached the main road. The bridge provided shelter as we moved on. After crossing a number of shops, we reached the foot of the bridge and my grandfather broke the silence) 

Grandpa: You see this barber's shop ? It's just near the end of the bridge. Remember this turn from here.

Me: Okay I will remember that.

(The people stared at us just as a foreigner entering an orthodox indian street. The roads could not be more thinner otherwise from one way road it would be one man road. I supposed that could be one of the reasons why they don't buy cars. At the fork of the road I perceived a house with lopsided roof, its walls showing the ages of experience, its windows desperate to collapse. I just wished this was not my Sanskrit teacher's house) 

(I couldn't imagine that house even in my dreams. A little smaller than the previous one described above but in worse condition. The first gate swung open in a similar noise made by the haunted house. I was led by my grandfather. When we reached the door my grandfather knocked on the door with an old, oval ring hanging from the door supported with much confidence as he knew him since ages)

(My mind had conjectured all kinds of Sanskrit knowing pandits but he was not like them. A small moustache and a tika on his head, he let us in with a pleasing smile directed to my grandfather and a curious look at me.)

Grandpa: Here is your student. His name is Siddharth.

(I bent down and touched his feet as if forced by the eye movements of my grandfather. ) 

Grandpa: Now that your student is here, I think I should go now. 

(He offered me a seat on the sofa which long had not been used. After I was seated, I fiddled with my books unable to understand which one to take out. At last I took out three books which appeared to be of grammar and placed it on the bed in front of me on which he was sitting.) 

Me: Sir l am facing difficulties in the grammar of Sanskrit. 

( After glancing the books for a while, he cleared his throat and told me) 

Sir: You don't need these books as they aren't for you. Take out your notebook. 

(Hurriedly, I took out my notebook and placed it in front of him so that he could write. His staring eyes symbolically told me that the notebook was for me and not for him. I placed the book facing me and ready to write.) 

(After a few minutes, he gave me something to do and told me that he was going to drink water. First time I got the chance to see the room I was perhaps locked in. It had an age old bike with a broken mirror and no headlights, the cycle was in a better and in a usable condition. The blackboard[perhaps dustboard due to the dust on it] was tilted on which writing was quite impossible. The chairs placed on the table was painted with dust. Most interestingly, there was a book kept on the bed and the writings on it boasted its name as 'Meghdutam'. As my grandfather had told me that he was translating this very famous book) 

Sir: Did you complete your work ? 

Me: Just completed sir! 

(After the longest 30 minutes of my life had passed, I stepped out of the place and the only thought that struck my mind was that:- 

Knowledge does not reside in cities 

Knowledge does not reside in villages 

Knowledge resides in humble persons. 

I saw the barber's shop and smiled to myself as I walked back home with an atom of that knowledge just as a drop in the ocean.) 

CHANGE...BEFORE AND NOW..

SEE THE CHANGE

I say there is a change;
Now the straps of my bag do not reveal the unstitched part,
They are mended;

Before the natural air conditioner of the scooter
Used to enrich me every morning,
Now it is replaced by a switch named “AC”
In the car when I go to school;

Now only the echo of ‘Goodbye’ reaches my ears,
And the reply has been muted long ago;

Before proverbs spoke out “Success means wisdom and not wealth”,
But now success without wealth is equivalent to failure;

Before the kites when cut down used to be chased down the track,
Now the kites desperately hang from the trees,
Has Sankranti lost its signifance?

Before the doormats bore the words ‘Welcome’ on it,
But now they are used for removing dust off their shoes,
Are they dusting off their responsibility?

Before the gilli (of the game gilli danda) used to land in open fields,
But now the cricket balls crash someone’s window pane;

Before time played an instrumental role in healing the wounds
Now the injections have overcome the brand of ‘time’

Before the legs of people did not hesitate
In walking for a mile to fetch water from the age-old well,
Now our legs pain even for reaching the aqua guard 1m away from us!

Before monkeys swung on long tree branches
Now they hang on verandas of large apartments
“Nothing is permanent in this world except CHANGE”
These changes are referred as "The Modernization of the World"
Is this change because of human nature? Or,

Is it the selfish human motive?

GRADUATION DAY

STUDENTS PASSING OUT

Students passing out

Passing out with flying colours

Passing out of their huge colleges

Passing out having a sense of pride and achievement

Wearing those blazing black suits

Which reminds me of’ MEN in BLACK’

It marks their transformation of boys to men

Sensing the air of responsibility among them

Insects of opportunities hovering around them

Since 4 years their minds had been hacked by the books, and now,

They have emerged

Their black boots making the triumphing sound;

And their wide grin,

Defines it all.

I wish I could be one of them!

LIFE IS PRECIOUS!

HOW DO YOU LIVE THE LIFE?

Live the life and live the life peacefully

The latter word makes all the differences
Does the guard below your flat live the life peacefully?
Or is it the winner of the 100 grands who does so?
Does the finance minister of your neighboring house live it?
Or does the finance minister of the country practice it?
Do you or me live life peacefully?
Surely the burden of tension does not allow us.
The leaves of the tree live life peacefully without any burden;
The ripples of water live life peacefully,
Irrespective of how short their life is;
The sun glares without any strain,
Knowing that it has to do so for another billion years;
And moon shines without any depression,
Knowing that it will never generate its own light;
Knowing that hardships will always be there in our life
Can we do the same?

THE TREASURES OF TOMORROW

THE TREASURES OF TOMORROW

His new face had it all

New, not because he was just born 

New, because I had seen it for the first time

First time because I had never seen such a weary face of his

He hails from the past when the Britishers ruled

Enjoys the present with us, and,

Has the willingness to face the future

From the time when,

He walked on the dusty roads

Till the time when,

Posh cars race each other

Loads of experience flowing out

It is all in the form of instances

It describes the cautions ought to be taken in life

It narrates stories still denied by science,

 Of which they were the eye witness

He has witnessed the days of struggle

So much that,

The mind thinks twice before the face can afford a smile

Still wearing one of those khaki kurtas

The odd one in the group

With shoulders drooped

Not drooped with hardships

But drooped with the drastic changes in the world

Drooped with the lack of respect

He was none other than my grandfather.