Me and they

My identity isn’t under the control of anyone! Huh? Identity? Mmm….? Excuse me! Have you ever heard this word before? Or else, is there exists any collateral word with the same pronunciation on your dictionary? Well, I haven’t found any on mine.

‘Hey man! Who are you?’, they asked.

‘Me? Sorry! I didn’t get ya. You mean…? Who am I? I’m…. I’m what I’m. ‘, I said.

Again, they laughed out loud after hearing my response. 

‘Shit! What’s so wrong with these people??’, I thought.

Of course, I don’t even know who am I? But what about them? Why did they frequently raise their voices up against a young man and bothers him about the same “me”? Does it mean that they all were the creative heads behind the formation of an identity factor “inside”, sorry, “outside” me? If they’re, then for whom’s sake they have been questioning me like this? That too the same query for which I don’t have any specific answer to mention about. This is what they are and I’m totally fed up with their utter nonsense “single” action like this towards me.

Actually, they don’t even know me properly! Hope you also don’t know about at least one among them. Perhaps, I’m also unknown to you. Isn’t it so? If they’re complete strangers to me, how about me for them? Gosh! What the heck is going on between me, you and them? I doubt whether their intention is to keep me under certain low pressure state and robber what I had acquired so far from these days I spent on a lively planet so called earth. But why? Why..?? I often feel so stupid for being a part of this blind world.

I had lost everything except the “one” I cares so much during the mishap on last night. Is that what they needed from my side? A leaf? The one on which I scribbled an “unidentified” word and dug it inside the secret room in my home. And I’m damn sure that no one except me knew about it! I know they are much cleverer than me, though I didn’t expect this much braveness from them. 

Hurray!! “Me” inside I knew about it very well. Finally, I found it. My IDENTITY?? Iyyaaa…!

‘Stop mocking at me, Idiots! So you would like to know who I’m and regarding my identity? See, I’m fully “conscious” now!’, I said.

‘C’mon, Rahul Ashok! It’s not us, but you often feel so bad about yourself at times when we’re speaking……! Of course, I’m your enemy. But why you aren’t showing any sort of interest in us? You could at least “hate” us, ya know?’, they asked me.

‘I know…! I know everything happens all around me. Once, we were friends. I mean, so closer ones to me. On the other day, the unconscious mind inside me compelled to stay apart from you. I felt so regret in doing it, but the fact is I did it already without giving any proper explanations to you.’, I yelled at the girl who is facing me.

‘I don’t think so! Still you do love us. At one corner of your sensitive mind, you have been seeking for your near ones. Yes, you need us now. Only if so, you could survive from the present conditions for which you preferred to find an exact “answer”. Don’t ya wish to know that “reason” behind every cause in your life, Rahul?

‘Arggggg! Will you please leave me alone?”, I begged them.

‘Okay! I know very well that you’re not in the right mood to talk with me. We’re leaving now, only because Rahul Ashok means a lot to us always, whatever be the situation is. We really do miss ya, Buddy.’, she replied back and left from the little room where I was lying on the floor.

Suddenly, I wake up and run towards the other room to get my “treasure” back. The room is closed! But I have the duplicate key in my pocket.

I dig out the small area at one corner of the room to get the leaf and hence accept the real identity regarding “me”. The only piece of paper that can exchange the code regarding my identity to “me”!

‘A word starting with S and ends with R’
*No more clues or hints available*
*Find it out by yourself, Rahul Ashok*

‘But…! It’s……? Where are the letters coming in between these 2? Huh?

I’m CONFUSED!!

Fool’s Creation

He is a fool!

An indolent laughing stock for others.

His mad thoughts,

Unwitting mind,

Strange look,

Disorderly behavior,

Idle character,

And….?

And…!

The ability to show inconclusive,

Abrupt stupidity for no reason;

Every inert situation

Keeps him alone among others.

They always say, he is abnormal!

He can’t become a brave human being,

At least a morally good soul.

If they can accept his madness,

Why do they hate his heart to heart outputs?

Feelings and emotions can break any rules,

But why can’t they break their foolish judgement about him?

Never say you’re one among them!

It’ll definitely break one’s heart,

Who has creations which can truly inspire the world.

Wait for his turn;

Don’t spend your time for him though.

I really don’t know,

Who is actually a fool?

Who is normal and abnormal here?

If the world needs him,

And he deserves the world,

No one except he can stop him!!

What’s wrong with me?

Life is the combination of obdurate incidents.

Few among them may be cunning ones,

And the rest must be strait laced outputs.

I’m not a good survivor of or against such creaky acts;

Mad enough to accept those portentous facts though.

If there is a reason for everything happens on this living planet,

Then why few among us has a fear of facing those painful realities?

Am I misjudging anyone here in the society?

Or underestimating few people there in my home itself?

My mom is a bipolar patient;

I know and accept it in the right sense like a newbie being!

Is it like a default program created by the brain cells;

Not as similar to the ones in a brave heart?

I’m confused!

But never feel so bad about who I’m;

Why I’m there;

What’s so special about me here?

Answers always hide behind your head!

Come on!! You can argue with them,

Catch them if you can,

And show me that lovely smile which can hold your victory.

Statue

Sometimes feelings are just overwhelming statues;

With eyes and ears closed,

Bow in its sinuous mood,

Make scratches on your true heart,

And count stars yelling above your precipitous head.

If you can’t conquer anything from such garbled deflections,

This is the right time for you to raise your voices.

Raise your voices!

Alas! Raise your voices.

Don’t be so shy in front of an unswerving statue;

You are not deaf or dumb to alter for a strange icon.

No one is going to stop you;

Or at least please don’t try to change yourself for one,

Even if  that someone is whom you really do care about for so long.

In fact! This is your life.

Indeed! This is your life,

Though I’m not gonna exchange my visions to feed through it.

She is mine


I pampered her all through the paths in my world.

Not with an unruffled objective,

But for the notary rights,

Semantic interests,

Explicit belief,

Harmonious wishes,

And ‘something‘ she owns in me.

I don’t know what it is,

Or why didn’t I ask her about it yet.

When she comes nearer to me,

A doubtless incarnation will spell around me.

She knows,

I’m ‘everything‘ for her.

But still, I don’t know,

Why she is more than ‘anything‘ for me.

When she kisses me,

I can’t keep my adrenaline rush to control the normal human desire,

Perhaps, they are just emotions;

Can be controlled or not?

I wish,

Nope, I could control it.

If I can’t,

What’s the difference between me and a rapist for her?