Who were they???

it was almost 23rd hour of night, i was returning from my office. almost empty roads of the city. some guys on their vehicle passing to make me realize that i was not in any episode of Ramsay brother's movies. but ya it was damn silence everywhere. November is November, the best weather to walk around. mildly cold breezes and very little fog due to countryside area of my office made the whole scenario little scary, for me exciting( i love to walk alone on street when there is a situation like this). but it was late enough and i wanted to be at home as soon as possible and the main street from where i would get auto was still half a kilometer away. but wow in the whole place it was me and just me. only sound which could be heard was my footsteps, sound of breeze rubbing against the leaves of trees on roadside and some barking of dogs coming from distance.
among all these exciting things, i was walking carefree. buzzing a old melody of kishore kumar and walking slowly with my hands in the locket of my jeans. suddenly i heard some voice from a narrow lane between two buildings. voices were of kids quarreling over something. in the mix voice of quarrel i could figure out, one of them saying," no i will have it."
stupidity or eagerness whatever, but i peeped into that almost dark narrow lane to watch what was happening in there. i could see two shadow like figures of kids. one looked like he was holding something. to be true, i was little bit scared but i moved in to have a look over those kids.
" i am not giving it to you." one of the kid said, hiding the thing in his hand behind him.
" i am not here to take anything from you." i said in a polite tone. " come on show me what are you hiding."
the kid forwarded his hand to show what was in his hand. now when his hands were in more light than his rest of the body, i could see there were two pieces of bread( roti ) in his hand.
these kids must really be poor and hungry to be fighting on just two pieces of bread, i thought. i smiled and put my hands in my pocket to take out some money to give to those kids so that they may have something to eat.
" take it and buy something to eat." i said , handing those money to those kids.
"keep these pieces of paper with you, what do you think we don't have it",  boy replied with a attitude as that of a kid with silver spoon in his mouth. i was shocked.

Boys brought themselves into light. well dressed, clean and tidy, no way they were poor. then why were they fighting over two pieces of bread?
i asked them directly.
one of them simply replied, " you will know."
"what?" i said in surprise.
" ya, the way this world is going you will know soon why are we fighting for this most precious thing of our time." other one said and they went back in darkness.
i was shocked, unable to figure out what those boys wanted to say. confused to a limit, i moved back to take route to main road but now i was walking faster. fast enough to be called running.
what were they? a weird imagination or our future, in which the most precious thing would be food, when there will be all agricultural companies but no agricultural land.
but what were they? our past when there was not enough money for food ... or our future when there would be no enough food for money.

BY -
Malay Asthana.

Being on your own

when i was a kid , obviously i did almost everything which my papa hated . then of course i was scolded . the most frequent sentence of all the fathers while scolding their sons is ' DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO WHEN YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN. NOT NOW TILL YOU ARE MY RESPONSIBILITY'.

thinking back of all those incidents, and all those thoughts of mine ..' HE CAN NEVER STOP SCOLDING ME'.
i used to think can i ever be on my own. will my father or mom or sisters , ever let me do whatever i want . will i ever have a day when i won't be give unnecessary  any advice and i could take my own decision on my own.

well today i surely miss those days when none of my decisions was deciding my life. should i study or play cricket with friends never was such a great decision that it may take away my job or me loosing a opportunity of getting job. step out to do something and you would have hundreds of advices . but what a days they were that we could easily ignore all those advice and do whatever we want to . and the 'payback punishment' was just 10 minutes of my papa's rage.
looking at the same scenario today, stepping out to do something, again we have hundreds of advice but now we cant ignore any. we just cant close our eyes , turn our deaf ears to every advice and ignore them. then too after collecting all the advices, we get messed up in between of them and then wish if we were not on our own.
why we have to do this?? why are we on our own. why isn't someone else who could take correct decision for us but Sorry! now you are on your own. you have to take decision.

ever felt the dilemma , when you are financially tortured and suddenly you feel urge to eat your favorite dish. one side of your brain says. go dude eat it. we will see whatever happens tomorrow while other says, nope save money , you don't have enough. finally you binds your fist as tightly as possible , say 'shit' and move away. turning back to early days of your life . going out with your father to the market and saw anything worth to eat and just took it and thats it. no dilemma, no vexing , nothing. but now we have to be vexed . because alas we are now on our own.

looking at the brighter side . now we can be a person on whom other can sustain . we can make other feel , don't worry we are here. we are on our own and you can count on us.
Being on your own is like eating sugar coated tamarind. A few moment of sooting sweetness and then some moments of catchy sour. But you can't do nothing but to enjoy it. 

I followed the angel of end

when it ran out of blue,
in dark black night's sky,
among the sound of rattling crickets,
and ominous sound of jackal's cry,
out of fog i saw,
few beautiful ladies with wing as large as me,
due to joke of weather, too clearly i can't see,
so to know who were they on this barren grassland,
i pursued those angel of end.

they went forward to the high mountain side,
don't know how at night, it was clear and bright,
one of them turned to confirm if they were followed,
i heartbeat stopped as if my chances of survival just shallowed,
what if i was seen,
what could have they done to,
in what condition i would have been,
call me crazy, call me insane,
i followed to see them entering in that rock,
through a dented pane,
i too entered out of curiosity in that dent,
to see and pursue those angel of end.

Inside that mountain, it was a big hall,
in between there stood a holy man,
Bright, wrinkled, soothing and tall,
one side there were standing angel and other side devil,
they were in some serious discussion as if of some peril,
Angel argued, as tarnished as humanity has been,
Ending it now is necessary and keen,
holy man was quiet but devil burst out a laugh,
pure insulting and outrageous, nowhere near suave,
he said why to end humanity when it is going so great,
why you angels are so jealous when dine is now in my plate,
Isn't there still some human who ain't so evil,
isn't there so many people out there,
far from being spoiled and evil.
And i listened the devil who wanted the apolocyst to prevent,
I saw a saviour devil when i pursued those angel of end.

Angel argued to end the humanity and giving it a new start,
devil mocked the angel and said her talks stench like fart,
Due to some of my people you can't ignore all those nice people of yours,
Ya if you kill all those nicer one, my era would be better of course,
Devil gave a smile and make me think,
i wish i knew what he crave,
Is it his era he wanted to relish ,
or was it whole humanity he wanted to save,
Now i was confused who was good that savior devil,
Or those angel who wanted humanity to repent,
What would have been your perception,
If you would have pursued those angels of end.

The one who survived

On this day which is sunny and bright,
the feet in the mid air,
one hand holding the end of cliff,
and other gripping the rock digged out slight,
the only thought in his mind,if i could do it,
will I be the one who survive.

his car hass gone down the cliff,
and he is hanging hundreds of feet high,
his muscles cramping due to his load,
his throat ready to make a cry,
fingers piled off of thier skin,
hardness of rock showing no sypathy no shy,
out of pain and sheer anger,
all he could think, if i could do it,
will i be the one who survive.

He remembered he querrelled this morning with his father,
and had been rude which he should have never shown,
shouted on him that he don't need his advice,
he is no more kid and now he is grown,
took his car speeded it up,
had had its gear to back thrown,
with roaring engine and shouting friends,
he took the path of mountain raod.
now he regret his decision,
in anger which thrive,
now all he could think was, if i could do it,
will i be the one who survive.

I don't want to loose you son,
He suddenly remembered his father had said,
i couldn't say sorry to him,
he thought i don't want to die with this regret,
but his arm were not helping and no area to put his feet,
the cliff was too slippery as if cut straight very neat,
he tried and tried with no lucky surprise,
will he be able to do it,
will he be the one who survive.

then suddenly he remember her mother's face,
the fear in her eyes ,
when he took out his car in pace,
will she able to bear the new of her son's death,
will she able to sleep with this remorse in her bed,
O! I can't die and leave my mom alone all this sudden,
i can't make my mom cry, and leave this world with this burden,
the will to live woke up in him due to thoughts such naive,
now he knew he could do it,
he would be the one who survive.

We the boys

hello friends,
how have you all been?
i was thinking last night about us, us means we the boys. leaving some of them , who don't want to live their life , we the boys like ourselves to see freely flowing away.
we are always like ...." we are never dirty , till we get our liberty ."  so let us do whateva we want and we will be nicest person on the earth(atleast according to us).

what are we ? a white collared  Lucifer , or mischievous Zeus."Spirits of flamboyance,its everyday occurrence, impetus of filthy innocence,all but reminiscence,of those whose presence,made an impact of everlasting essence!!!!",
we are just a kid never wanting to grow up and moreover never wanting to be called a kid. we always have the most clear concepts with all the confusions of the world in them and ready to counteract if someone dare to challenge them.
so what are we? a bird who want to fly and fly and fly so high where everything is allowed . no one to stop , or just a reptile who want to feel every dirt of the mother earth.
 we are nothing but a a disciplined chaos or noisy silence. or something or nothing but seeing other way "we are everything." 

we are always so naive, we first look in the eyes of the gal. and only when we see that she don't have her eyes on us , we go for other parts of her. we remain in love till we know this connection isn't going to work out and moment   we see this relation is getting messy ,we easily consider all this as a big mistake. so its simple, we are never entangled in anything.

we believe in simple theory " live and let live " and when this theory isn't doing any good then we follow another theory " live and let die ".

we are mostly in love at first sight and if calculating roughly then we fall in love almost everyday. and once our "love in first sight " blooms then we just could easily go crazy for them. " them???" ya its them, who the hell said that we the real boys will go crazy for just one gal. bitter and hard to swallow but its truth.

so what are we .? As they say men are dogs . so don't worry guys we are saved , we are boys not men . we will be, after some time, till then just practice to be what they call us. dog or wolf whatsoever we are always good in what we are.

we are messy , yes we are , this make our place look lively. it atleast leaves trace that there is some 'we the boys' living here.

life is what , a lost path . so let it go wherever it goes . so we let it flow and we just move with it. but it doesn't means 'we the boys' can mould it according to our will. its just we don't like to see much things changing.

so what are 'we'? 'we' are me or are 'we' ,you, or the one sitting beside you or sitting behind me . whatever but 'we'  are everyone or might be no one. see as i said , we have most clear messed up clear concepts.

thank you .

When he saw her

his eyes full of tear,
full of pain,not a bit death's fear,
disappointed by all aspects of his life,
loosing all hopes for happiness to thrive,
leaving back nothing to bother,
before death he turned back to see the world last time,
and it was the moment when he saw her.

his eyes stuck on her smile,
so beautiful, so soft as if,
do not touch her she is so fragile,
her teeth as if some pure shiny pearl,
he was lost in thoughts,
O! i haven't seen such a beautiful girl,
then her gaze turned to him,
and his spines got high shiver,
if it is for she, i can easily die,
he thought in the moment when he saw her.

his eyes couldn't see anything but her lovely face,
his mind couldn't think anything, but just her praise,
he never felt in him such a craze,
he could remain like this if for her for days and days,
but for her he was just some another man on roadside,
he was for her just someone,
out of sight,out of mind,
but now for him nothing of these things just matter,
he would get this girl,
he decided the moment he saw her.

and just then she passed by him,
looking her so close he forgot all his grim,
all he could sense was her smell,
all he could know he was bound by her spell,
he couldn't move, he couldn't speak,
he was in love with her to a peak,
the way he looked at her,
she looked back and gave him a smile,
this was more than enough for him,
to continue his gloomy life,
no my life won't be gloomy anymore,
God can't have any more happiness to shower,
he would make his life better,
the decided the moment he saw her.