A Devil’s Action In My Life

It was a midnight of woe and pain

That life hit his heart in vain

Entitled by so many choices

He’d never taken in the past

A period of knowing rights and lessons

Bounded with the tricky, fakely rules

Written in the minds of everybody

Changed him from known to unknown

His life imagined to take a piece

Of time broken by a mysterious evil

Down in the aisle of that mountain

Where nobody lived, except the shadow

Of an evil’s tale and his duly actions

He left from everybody to seek for him

As he knew that this evil’s side

Had talked to him once before

In an absurd dream- an evil

Caught him, harmed him in a den

Truly mysterious, not a story from fantasies

There was no air, no sunlight, but full of darkness

When he was awake, his body had shivered, sweated

He had seen nobody, he stood up to see him alive

He called out loudly, he looked around

To seek for a clue from his life, a few minutes ago

The evil’s action was a mystery, he accepted

He walked out from the den, though he was upset

He pulled him out from the dream

He woke up, still with so many regrets

That life had given him yet another mystery

Where he acted for a cause to know that unknown

And now he’s counting his footsteps to know that known.

Photo Credits: Tumblr

Death’s Call

I’d a dream of killing myself a few days ago. I tried. I tried my level best to do it. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 00:59 in the morning. I was heartbroken. I was all alone. I was in a mood to hide somewhere: an unknown place of seemly atmosphere which was completely exposed to nature, unbounded by any certainty in rules. I was astonished to accept my self as dumb enough to live in a busiest corner of the world. I was hoping for a change to happen while counting down my footsteps everyday; a change in me would have given a change in the whole new world, too; I was a part of your world as well. I was familiar regarding my absence in the same world a few days later; maybe an year or 2, after that I would remain as a memory in everybody’s mind; nobody would think of me unless and until they realize that once I existed here. I wasn’t a coward, but I was someone who smiled at others most of the times in a day even though I had forgotten to talk to them. I didn’t want to make them feel neither good nor bad about me. Why should I? Let them think of it.

I was never afraid of death; I believed on death as a constant follower of birth as nobody could escape from both, regardless whatever you’ve acquired thus far in life. I was quite nervous to die so though; would it pain a lot when I die?

I didn’t find anything wrong while preferring the choice of death. Hence I died. Although it’d given me too much of pain while the life-factor left from my physical body. I liked it once I was out from it. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall, again. It was 1 o’ clock in the morning. I walked in and around my room trying to remember something I’d forgotten- it’s my journal! I tried to take my journal which was kept under the pillow. But my head was resting upon the pillow. I tried to wake my body up so many times. I couldn’t do it as it was so heavy for me to raise up.

My journal! I promised myself earlier before and written down in the journal that I wouldn’t die. But I did. I’d to erase that “not” with “would” and make it “would”. That’s the only thing I wanted to do before I leave.

It started attracting me- my death! I’d been moving away from my journal. I couldn’t write it down anymore. I’m leaving… My time had come; I really wanted to stay here for completing it, or at least to erase that single world. It’s my time.. I didn’t want to… I’m leaving… With a sinuous scar of it.

Photo Credits: Tumblr

She Killed My Romance

Hey folks! It seemed I was hiding away from here, and alive there where I’m trying to adore more of my days with the real world rather than the cyber network clinkers. I wanted to be like that since a few months back and I’m working through this phase once when I set out to imbibe more of the imperative sentences from the books I’ve been reading during my insomniac nights. And what I understood was the depths of a canopy which lies inside me. It causes me to explore and find out the actual gist of an individuality of mine; it keeps me going and moving and moving to dream very less often when I’m asleep. But when I’m asleep properly, I watch dreams which entertain me like hell out of the invariant creations.

I still do remember the plot of the dream I had seen last night. It wasn’t simply a dream, I had dreamt of it once earlier before in the class when my tutor was taking Engineering Mathematics, excessively. I couldn’t give up laughing for a while when I opined about it today morning. I was like *** I’d envisioned? Being a studious Engg student in my college, I’d a noble connection with my Mathematics tutor. She envisaged me to submit my assignment at the right time! My grades are neither below average or good, but it’s merely mediocre. She doesn’t care much about me; she has never asked anything straight forwardly to me. Neither do I? Nope! I didn’t… She knew me almost very well through the flash back images of my 1st year at the college. I was a quite brilliant student and she confessed it before me as well once during my 1st yr of Engg. But thereafter, she didn’t…. I didn’t ask her why, but we didn’t…

So, before speaking about what I’d seen last night, I would say I hate her attitude in the class. She mounts up high on the Engg Mathematics Mountain for all those envious creatures in the class and her hypocrisy on people like us is at its stake.  To all those haters of her lectures, she blunts her anger through the internal marks. Her attitude is like even if you’re good at studies, I won’t give you at least the minimum internal marks, a set of marks which has to be given by her, if you’re maintaining a heedless connection with me.  That’s what she does…. She passed out from her University with the University rank holder’s tag. But what’s there in it? What a headily rule she’s been ordering and following? Why couldn’t she afford the right crosses that we merit?

I was looking out through the window of my apartment, that evening! It’s really nice to stare at the darkness beneath the sky when it’s about to rain. I enjoyed looking out through the window of my olden apartment and I sensed the coolness of fresh air offended by the wind shifting all around. You know, this is one among the best time and place to pen down your elegant inborn philosophies and sketch down the flushes of natural rhythm that nature holds and showers on us. I became absolutely stunned and romantic to see the charisma that nature has and I hightailed it outside to take down my feelings to be loved with a nature ahead me.

I exchanged my feelings to be here; I enthralled my passion in the rain; I admired the pleasure it’s given me; I lied on the ground and closed my eyes for hours to get lost in my nature; I smelled the fragrance of wet soil; I sensed that my body is already wet; I wanted to have more fun with the nature; I lied there…

Suddenly, I came to hear someone shouting at me on the rain. She tried to make me awake from my love making; her voice was so familiar for me. I tried to open my eyes, but I didn’t want to… She raised her voice up against me; she made me awake and I painstakingly stood before her. She was shouting at me. She shouted at me like I’ve harmed her. I felt so disgusted to be there. I wanted to know why did she came here? What made her shouting at me in such a rude manner?

“Rahul…! Did you keep your Mathematics Assignment 2?”

“Excuse me?!”

“……your Mathematics Assignment…?

….you won’t get your internal marks! You’ll fail for the University Exam. Why do you look like a dumb? Why aren’t you getting me?”

I kept mum! I didn’t say anything. But I asked her! I asked her how dare she came there like Mal comes in Cobb’s dream in Inception. Yes, why did she come here?

“DO YOU HAVE ANY PLANS TO SUBMIT IT? Keep your Assignment today itself! If not, I wouldn’t give….mar….!”, she retorted.

I was so romantic! I didn’t say anything else. I walked backwards to my apartment slowly. I had something in my mind; I wanted to ask her something. I walked… I walked slowly ahead through the flood gifted by my nature to me. I couldn’t accept that she came here. And.. I instantly turned back and asked,

“I’m at the peak stage of Romantic Mountain right now. Shall I write a poetry of my feelingswithinseconds instead of the assignment to be submitted today?”

I asked again, louder.

There was nobody behind me. She cunningly escaped after breaking my romance.

Photo Credits: Tumblr

Cause of Malala?

There is no need of any description about the topic I’m going to share on this space as it’s all about the currently existing socially relevant corrugated issue and a young Pakistani teen. I wish you got me well within the stateliness of these shortened words. Yeah…! It’s all about Malala Yousafzai!

I came to know about her through the weekend special supplement of a local newspaper over here on last Sunday. But the contents were too short in that report and I browsed about this updated relevant topic via cyber media. What I saw through YouTube and various web links made my heart to seek for a query: “Why there always exits terrorism and war fight against the basic needs of human beings in our world? What does these gawky roles serving you, *SENSLESS* Crime Motivators?” From my acquired knowledge within this age, these communities aren’t actually working for others needs and deeds, but they are exactly SPEARING their-own personal concerns and interests for OTHERS. I’m living in a nation where the above mentioned groups are still arising day by day as a cause of their background and life style they own. Earning some money in hand and live like a Millionaire would be your dream (if you’re belonging to an average family)? Not only yours! I WOULD also come under that tag. My parents have the angst limited trust and faith on their son and I must have to do in such a way that a convenient cum nice FUTURE will make their dreams POSSIBLE. Now the query is, why can’t I become a REBEL or at least a local THIEF for conquering all the above mentioned schematic visuals of dreams? May be I have to bear my name as a College guy to some colloquial uncultured words like “Kallan(Thief) Rahul”. Is that the only defamatory I may have to face?

The Universe where I’m living now has own an equilibrium with each ‘THING’ (Living or Non-Living) existing on herself. If you have the will power and the DREAM to acquire is such a deeply extended one, the planet in which you’re living now will surely make it POSSIBLE!

“Nothing is IMPOSSIBLE on this planet you’re living now”

You just take the case of our whole Universe> Planets including Earth inside it> Each and every THING inside our planet> WE human beings> Male-Female gender> Physical structures> Internal Organs> Cells> Molecules> Atoms> ENERGY!

Yeah, it’s this ENERGY which is known as “BASIC UNIT OF LIFE” responsible for all kind interactions between us. That means, “I’m mutually connected to UNIVERSE with the ENERGY existing inside me and vice versa! It can act as binding agent in between I and the WHOLE UNIVERSE”.

Summarising this, “I can attract the same Universe like a Magnet and ask whatever I wish to meet in my life” Hope you find it as an interesting LOGIC! What I have tried to convey with this is, if I know how to make my SUCCESFUL dreams in life via the above rule, why I can’t I go ahead with the DIRECT PATH rather than these crooked misleading ways of haunted SUCCESSES, where SECURITY and DESTINY definitely matters as I’m being a part of social era of life? If a teenage gal of 15 years can do this much for her nation’s better growth and peace, why couldn’t WE, the present generation can at least think about a WORLD free from terrorism and crimes? When you have a thought in your mind like this, you’re actually attracting the Universe for its sacred POSITIVE feedback from him.

Malala is one among those young personalities, who has uncountable thoughts and dreams about her life. We’re luckily enough to have a gal like her on this century. My heartily wishes and prayers for your recovery from the Taliban attack and we need you back into the stream, Courageous Gal. \Salutes/\Respects/ Support and nominate her for the Nobel Peace Prize, if this post makes any sense on you! Here is the link:

UK Party Leaders and Foreign Secretary: Nominate #Malala for the Nobel Peace Prize #Nobel4Malala

If you wish to know further about Malala Yousafzai, click here.

Thanks,
Rahul

Infuriating Crook

I was pushed out from that room of fiends;

And hits brutally on a window frame.

The moment which lacks the action of luckiness;

Makes enough dislocates on my face.

Glory of blood oozes out from the body;

Makes sunders in my heart at that instant.

Oh my God! Why I’m under this fearful man-eaters;

Who needs to persecute me for a gawky reason.

I starts begging like a fellow in-front of a Court of Justice,

Where injustice is staring at me.

Suddenly someone hits at my ass;

Shouts at me with the words of fire for getting up late as usual.

It was my Mom with a cudgel in hand,

Who can be comparable with one of those injustice guy in my dream.

There must be a court of justice;

Where everyone have the right to sleep as far as they like;

And hence they can enjoy the saucy world of wonders;

Which is far beyond from our real world.

                         Thanks,
                         Rahul

I beg you, Dad! :( :(

  • “What does all this blogging works serving you boy?? Simply sparing time  for this sort of slavers isn’t at all a fair job! Dreaming and focusing behind the World will not pays you anything. That’s what I learnt from my experiences in life! Late night jobs will surely make your brain worst. Be always punctual in doing anything. Don’t stray away from your usual habits”.

    Is dreaming about something, a FAULT??

    This is what my dad said to me on last day morning for keeping up the creative posts I own. Seems he scolded me warmly and roughly after a long while. I was just shocked to face that instant, where dad going on drowning his anger on me. Since I was just awaked from sleeping scuff, didn’t spelled any single shot at least. But I’m so much thankful to you, Mom; for supporting me in that damn scruffy morning. Mom interpreted everything that she knows what I’m doing on late night. She always holds me in disgusts, I supposed to face. That monologue doesn’t mean Dad extort my wishes away. In this case, he didn’t comprehend me and the supports gave by mom was a huge failure! Later, Dad started lurching regarding my past as well as present.

    I was such an eminent boy during 10th level grade. A pure BOOKWORM! A boy who is bit shy and highly insane about his studies ONLY. It would be easier for me to share, how was those days and make you know what exactly a BOOKWORM is….. LOL. 😀 😀

    This is all about the habitats I had on those days! Alarm rang at sharp 4‘o’ clock in the morning and I woke up without any laziness in getting away from 6 hours of sleeping. After having the morning usual habits, will have 2 hours of studies in my well super scribed table, fully allotted for the academic stuffs. Later on, half an hour YOGA ASANAS… Still so glad to say that I’m a YOGI! It always keeps my mind cool and fresh. And I can even stretch my back bone to up to any extent too. :D. Then, I’ll go to school after having my breakfast and new paper reading for a short while.

    At School, I was a disciple who is fully concentrated for the conspiracy in filling his brain with mentor’s talk outs ONLY! He was bit shy too. Hence, he was always a lovely and brightest student in the whole school itself. He enclosed that verbosity praise by teachers as an invincible tag. His friends called this guy as “BHUJI”(means brilliant boy) whenever they saw him. He spared many of his peptic talents inside him for the sake of concentrating in studies ONLY!  For this, he subverted even from the co-curricular activities in a topsy-turvy manner. And he succeeded in sparing all those flicks too. Passed out from the school with top 3 percentages of marks! “A feather in one’s cap” , that’s what he made finally! Well honoured in front of the PUBLIC …

    Later, he found out an invidious fact! Simply focusing only on studies won’t serve you ANYTHING…One of the most inviolable truth meddled on his brain ever. Hence he decided to opt for a change from the path what he was following. I don’t know ,whether the change came is all because of my age! 😀 . I’m a 16 years old TEEN  now. Excess production of sexual hormones and its secretion process inside my body is under process.  So a must change could be there no?

    During the next 2 years of studies, he showed the real CHANGE, which includes behavioural, character, physical and mental changes. The restive hormonal secretion made him to focus on extra co curricular activities in addition to studies as well. May be because of that, he was not aiming and caring on studies as before. A slack full way of vagary that’s it! He had enough excellence in studies though. But fell off to top 15’s…. 😀 😀 .He started behaving exactly opposite to the habitat followed while studying in 10th grade. Hence parents started focusing on this guy and scolded as far as possible for the behavioural changes he have now…

    “I am in adolescence, in reverse, as mysterious as the first, except that this time I feel it as a decay of the odds that I might live for a while, that I can sleep it off.”

    So he keeps on going in the path followed during adolescence. Right now, he is an Engineering student! Don’t forget that, boy mentioned in the above tale is about a guy who had been un-embraced by dad for exposing his own creative thoughts and views in front of the public.

    Please do understand me, Dad…!

    Hey dad,
    Don’t you have any faith and trust on your son? I’m so sad to hear those slash full words, you ain’t at me. Writing is my passion! No one can offish that out from me. Each and every blooms of writing serves me delectable and extraneous flushes on my mind. Please don’t disclaim it. I beg YOU..
    You don’t know how it feels! I’m not deceiving anyone here. Late night blogging is an imperturbable time for me to tapper the creativity in writing about anything. I don’t know, why is it so?? Can sit and fasten my work to any interminable extent during that time…

    A kind letter from your son, Dad….! 🙂 🙂

    Now, here it is……………!

    This is what I really wants to convey through this post. The above mentioned problem got solved! It was all because of my buddy gal.  Nope, my own OWL in this blogging world….

    “Tell him how you love writing. And abandoning it would be a great loss to your living heart and soul.

               Criticizing and taunting him how he doesn’t know about such works and passion is not a solution. He must     have had some passion as well in his youth. Sit with him. Explain him. Elaborate him.
How your grades would be according to his choice if he is facilitating you with enough resources. Do believe in a GENERATION GAP, but after all parents know their child.
As far as late night is concerned, compromise there..

Tell him… You are going to sleep by half past 1 or 2
Okay now.. LISTEN! Just do what I said..

I think your sissa is the best solution at the present times!

And believe me, your sister can be a help too.

Explain her all this..

And being the dad’s doll girl she can convey it to dad. After all, he is your dad and can’t ever think bad for YOU

Convey yourself as you as 50 years old though and have a talk with him. ”

It did works really well. I was just amazed, how she innovated the worst situation of mine successfully! A MIRACLE HAD HAPPENED… Your MANTRAS oust it in an unusual way gal… 😛 🙂
Buddy OWL has proved her VERSATILITY scroll here too. Hats off to you Naima!\m/ ❤ ❤

I’m specially dedicating this post to you buddy…. ❤ ❤
Love you lots. :))

Cheers…! 😀 😀

Thanks,
Rahul Ashok