You

You’re the morning dusk,

You’re the evening dawn,

You’re the good of each day.

You’re the depth of an ocean,

You’re the height of the mountain,

You’re the nature for me I swear.

You’re the road to life,

You’re the bridges to comma,

You’re the reason I find my way.

You’re the birth month Jan,

You’re the gift of August,

You’re the love month May.

You’re the words for me,

You’re the meaning to them,

You’re the reason I say.

You’re my world, want to live in it. Calmly and happily with YOU ...

Sameer Babu

Who is calling me? Whose voice was that? The voice is known, the person is own.

Where is he gone? The surrounding is mourned.

The second person I saw after my father when I came on the planet.

His words and knowledge used to act like a magnet.

How many memories I have with him? Its uncountable.

How many things I have learned from him? Its immeasurable.

The world without his presence is unacceptable.

The best friend of my father, for me he was fatherly figure.

With everyday meeting, the warm greetings.

With often dinners, the night winners.

The poet who resides in him, the singer who sings with him, and the knowledge who slaves in him is exceptional.

The people are exchanging their views, the grass outside is filled with dews.

You’re there to pay tribute to the person, not to share your experiences which you had in person.

The man is gone, the dream is unborn.

As your presence was filled with smile wear, your absence is filled with tears.

The Maardsaab to my father

The sharer of jokes, secrets, music and the life to him, all will be missed.

We know that you’re always with us Uncle.

Aunty, Tanu Bhaiya, Ranu and all of us here will be strong as you wanted us to be.

I will close my eyes every time I miss you and I know the first thing I will hear is Sameer Babu.

In memory of - Arvind Uncle

Angels in Disguise

Who are they? Are they my friends in all emotions or they are angels in disguise?

What my mind is thinking? Are they reading the same?

My eyes are looking for peace, are their shoulders meant for the same?

My words are best understood by them, are they Collins or Oxford?

They read my body, soul and heart, sometimes they play my part.

What is sadness in their presence? I don’t want to search anymore.

I will never change my priorities. It’s more than my duties.

They are like other side of morning which is more beautiful.

They are like other side of lie, the truth.

They are like other side of faith which is more trustworthy.

They taught me that the world is mean and selfish, now I believe in it as earlier I used to think its all rubbish.

The people are here for purpose, they pass by with the solution.

Thank god, I have an angel in disguise who have an answer for every of my emotion.

For  Saharsha

Dawn's Highway

It was dawn's highway, the first moment of the day.

The dogs are chasing car, have they just checked out from the bar?

The cow with her calf, whose size was just its half, no need to laugh.

The people who are pissing and shitting around, are they helping the farmer in manuring their ground?

Are the trees going fast in the opposite direction or we're moving fast against of them?

The birds are flying low and high, are they waving you final goodbye?

The road is rough, the drive is tough, the man outside is having bad cough.

Who is peeping from the clouds? Is it the Sun? Whats the fun if its not spreading sunshine?

The staring eyes, the muddy eyes, all are behaving like spies.

The irritating dust of dawn, the sky is torn.

The green grass is like shining brass.

What my eyes are searching in the morning? Is it the peace or the truck just broke it by honking?

The dawn highway, where the thoughts are finding their each way.

Just the Poem

Where I have lost, where was my writing, have I lost it or wasn't thinking about it?

The busyness of life kept me away from it or its just an excuse?

Where is the friend, where are the people who follow my writing? 

Are they over my writing or they’ve found the replacement?

I am not surprised because its something I presented on the stage. I am the writer not the actor. 

Who is the actor, the man in disguise or the leader whom we look upto.

Is it a good world to write about or I couldn't find better words to describe about? 

There is a scream, where is laughter? There is anger, we’re in danger.

The wet eyes are more painful or the dried one? Who is going to answer?

Relationships break with a sad end and a bad word. 

Are you over with it or you’re living the life you never wanted to?

You recover soon; you forget what is good and what is not. 

You’re falling in hell, you need a hand of your friend, is he there to hold it or you've lost him miles away?

Listen, the life is unpredictable; you learn it when you’re through. All I am saying is to be true.

Can you make an eye contact with me or is there guilt in you which only you could see?

Have you missed your home lately, have you called your mom and told her that you miss home and her? Have you had a word with your Dad?

The hour is here to express, why it was suppressed, I don’t know the reason.

The colour was blue and black then why its turning grey everywhere.

The changes in you I can’t accept, you can live your life except me.

I am lost in the words and the music, which is there to check me. I am master of my own.

The FoUr Years

Four years of exploring the mind, finding the words, observing the surroundings.

Today I’ve completed 4 years of blogging and during this time I’ve captured my thoughts in words, expressed my views in sentences and gave my opinions in paragraphs.

With this, I would like to thank many people for giving me inspiration and appreciation on my writing. Firstly, would like to thank my Dad-Mom, who are regular visitors of my blog. Though they give their feedback on very few of my posts but they are very much part of it. Secondly, would like to thank my Didi-Jijaji for their support and sometimes corrections too. Saharsha for inspiring me to write, well some of my posts are actually inspired from them. Luvleen Benbi, the first person to comment on my writings. Last but not the least, would like to thank Saumya, a fellow blogger, for all the encouragement and feedback which she gives in her own way.

Also would like to thank the crazy, weird and unique world around me who always inspires me to write. 

Autowala. In

And he saw me standing while crossing me, he was going for some work and soon after 5 minutes he came back to me and asked, "Bhaiya kahan jaana hai?", I told him, close to "Filmistan". He said, "bethiye, paise jitne hote hain utne de dena aap". This man was Mr. Bechan who haven't asked me double the rate than the actual. I asked the meaning of his name but he was unaware of the same. I searched it too on the internet but couldn't find anything. And the journey started.

This was, when I had gone to Delhi on the last weekend after having tough one month in Behror. I wanted to talk, share my views and opinions and the very first guy I met was Mr. Bechan. He cursed other Autowalas as they were available when I was in need but wasn't going because of the Traffic Jams. He said, "Bhaiya, jaana hum sab ka farz hai, ab traffic to puri Dilli mein hai, iska matlab ye thodi na ki kahin nahi jayenge, aur aap bhi paise de rahe ho to humein kya farak padta hai." His words were meaningful and same were his views. Then he cursed the local Traffic Police that how they harass these Autowalas for without any reason. Just to earn money they charge them for any stupid reason. He told me stories about weird passengers who are not willing to pay even Rs. 20 which is appropriate and how he let it go to avoid any argument.

Then as we were rolling on the road, he started sharing his family issues. That his nephew who is 18 wants to marry a girl of the different caste who is 21. How that girl is taking the advantage of this boy. Bechan bought a Motorbike for him as he demanded but soon he started spending his time and his money on that stupid girl. After all this, the boy told his Chacha i.e. Bechan that he wants to marry that girl and for that he can also leave the house. Bechan tried his level best to convince him but failed, he also kicked him but again not succeeded and then he decided to take them to the Police. The police thrashed that boy and girl (not that badly) and made them write that they won't see each other again.

Well this was the step taken by Bechan. He stopped his 18 years old nephew to get married so soon and Bechan became a villain infront of his brother and sister in-law. They even threatened him that they will file case against him for beating their son. But in my eyes Bechan did good for his nephew and for his entire family.


'There are good souls in the world as well, all we have to do is to find them'

Subhash Subhash

Unfortunately or fortunately the name of this man is inspired from our very own Subhash Chandra Bose. SCB was an extremist but this man is Mr. Bechara.

Subhash Subhash, O Subhash. The only thing I hear during the day. The man should be the Mascot of Johnnie Walker, as the label says, "KEEP WALKING". Subhash paani laana, Subhash chai laana, Subhash woh print out lana, Subhash ye photocopy kardena zara, Subhash is cheque pe sign kara lana and etc.

And the mistake which I did was when I asked Mr. Subhash, 'ke aap itne pareshaan kyun rahate ho' and then he started with his Oscar winning performance. "Bhaiya, 6 saal ho gaye, 4000 tankhwa milti hai. 3 jano ka kaam mujhse karate hain aur uske baad bhi main gaali khata hun, aadmi khush rahe to kahan se rahe". Well I guess this story is everywhere but again its part of the office life.

Talaash

Na jaane mujhe kiski talaash hai.

Maa-Baap ki khushi ki talaash.

Palkon ko halka karne ki talaash,

Apno ko paas laane ki talaash,

Hothon pe hasi ki talaash,

Doston ke saath ki talaash,

Dushmano se sulah karne ki talaash,

Sapne pure karne ki talaash,

Haathon ki rekhayein badalne ki talaash,

Khush rahane ki talaash,

Gum se dur rahane ki talaash,

Peeda ko dur karne ki talaash,

Basahara ko sahara dene ki talaash,

Aansuyon ko pine ki talaash,

Jeevan ke maksad ki talaash,

Manzil ko paane ki talaash. 

Hai talaash, hai talaash

"Hai mujhe talaash, paa sakun main bhi apna palash"

Satyamev Jayate - I

"satya ki humesha jeet hoti hai"

When Aamir Khan says something from the heart, the words are heavy for you mind.

The show Satyamev Jayate broadcasted its very first episode on May 6^th, 2012 @ 11 o’clock IST. I mentioned this because I want it to be remembered as a very remarkable beginning of the new India. The episode was about an evil act which is taking place in our society and all which we were doing in these years were listening, getting hyper and forgetting but this is the time we should stand up together and fight against it.

Today’s episode was on the Female Infanticides and Foeticides. How the father, grandparents are against of an unborn little girl. They are killing the baby inside the womb if it’s a girl. And this activity is not only practiced in rural India but also the urban, literate people are doing the same. They want a boy who will take their name ahead. I don’t understand why they want their name to go ahead, in the end it will die with you. The only things which will last long are your good deeds. I don’t understand how can you kill a girl who is from the same sex as your mother, sister, wife and etc are. Have you ever thought what if your mother would have been asked to abort the child who was living inside her. It would have been the good for the society as we could have saved 2-3 more lives.

Then we saw some examples of cruelty of the so called male members as well as of females. The man who bit the face of his wife because she gave birth to two daughters, even animals don’t perform such cruel and brutal acts. In the so call society we say that a woman can only understand the pain of another woman but I guess this has been proven wrong. An old lady throwing a newly born girl from the stairs, what kind of inhuman act is that? Wish that old lady's parents would have done that with her.

Then we saw some murderers who live with the tag of life savers. The doctors who are encouraging such acts should be punished as well. It’s so easy to say that just take the girl and bury her but have you ever fiddled the heart of the mother of that child who is carrying her from the past 9 months, who never cared for herself before as she was doing in these 9 months?

Such acts are actually irritating and disgusting. The people who are doing such acts should actually be hanged or buried alive. This kind of act is worse than what the murderers do. The murderers kill the man who is there in this world since long but people like these are killing the girls who still haven’t become the part of this shitty world.

Waiting to see another ray of hope by Mr. Khan