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The day started as usual with my work. The pain of the day dwelled in my senses. Need to complete the day’s chores within the time. But some time was left for a tea break and I began to crunch a piece of biscuit and had hot tea with my friend. There was something void in my mind since then. A vacuum in my heart for want of some care and love. It was during those times that I used to pen with my thoughts. There was a short cat that distracted my mind when I stopped to think and realized my folly. The thought took me to great heights of lengthy descriptions about my people who surrounded me. They were alike me in all aspects whether they were rich or poor. They were of my educational background and status and equal to my talents involving my work. But something that differentiated them from me. I stopped to think about it when I began to observe them. I was secluding me from others since I hold an independent thought. I don’t used to mingle with them like they do. They used to sit tog...

Days passed. Weeks passed. Months rolled. It was almost a year. I was thinking about it every minute. Will I be able to meet him again? My memories took me back before many years. It was raining heavily outside my home. All the streets were deeply struck with a darkness screen. Not even a roar was heard apart from the rainy manifestation. No sounds were heard of shoes or the sound of water under capture of soles under the shoes. I lighted a small candle amidst the sound of darkness. It was the most situations that I keep myself alone. I never used to wander in these situations. It was almost an hour when all the wax died from the candle. It again became dark. I have seen silent hours. I have wasted many days under suspicion of happiness. I have noticed the plants near my home grow up each day with my heart. I have troubled nature by cutting pathway for the shoots to grow up. This minute my mind was with my garden. In this rain I dared to go out. I was fixing my mind. Might be rain wash...

Last hopes which lay Flasing lightening and huge thunders, And marching rain through blackening nights, Sitting on top of shaking chair With hopes of passing time under darkening nightmare; Silent act of lightening candle And sticking to the lonliness at stay And wondering at the luminating shadows Of Past reflections from the echoes of the wild; An old hut with roof of rags Through which rain still leaks; Like life still at will of god Still under silent interruptions of rain did i seek; After the stage of reality will it cease, The pain beared till now with hardened soul, Like rain fully at it's roars And sudden droplets that drenches one's soul; Is it a pardonable act of raining life Which adds sorrows to choose; Will not the shower let stop ? And song of life with light revealed; Drinking water from old mug, After relishing throat and let it go A short sleep after thunder's rest Till the next day had hits it's quest; The memories of the last night Almost forgotten w...

She was murmouring some words ; I could not tell want she meant The first time she spelt my name I was completely lost to her Will she talk with me? It was my despair I could not realize her strength I was new to such a game She compelled me to take her out - To the outer world behind her walls. She was out of her world, when i let her free in the air, she might have flied so far very near to the reach of coconut trees. I felt she might fly more and perhaps she might reach her home On the nests her family lay But i was soon surprised, For she came back to me, Now standing near her home She had bought my lost vision. How she had been tamed to live Then i let her inside the roof of her home Built with iron walls She might breath through the same And view the outer world through the windows Still she spelt my name Almost repeating it twice now Myself, lost admiring her.

For the pleasing looks on his face - The wrinkles still unborn over the days, For what he walks beyond his strength? To race beyond his propellant memories. The day he sits around the corners- Of the rugged streets with his inborn sanity, Still dreaming for other's mighiteousness Always lost to the world, is it not to blame? War and terror,science and histories - Does the real world race with him at loss, Whom to judge,is it a unpardonable act or crime? Of this unquestionable role he takes. Nature throwing man to innumerable rotations - Still under the current of future's predictions, Life still worthy for all humans born now Can you foresee the truth of living? Will i teach him this scene of life - Like what others revolutionize with time, Beyond hopes and beyond my reach Whom to say, is not his life in the brim of breach? Politicians at risk to live for their bread and money - No answer for this mouse caught in life's rigs, Beneath the commons court would we lead Once, r...

For the bright constellation above my reach Destiny or luck were the shooting stars; For the sun or moon too near my sight Present became the admiring brightness; For the other planets on the milkyway around Future often realized in present evolution; For the land under supreme gravity Past burried under the gaps of surity; For the time on the scale of invention Seconds running to race ahead of truth;

It was two years back that I went to that place.It was a small village in the middle of cotton fields.The village when viewed through my bus window, you could see a small land piece surrounded by hills on all sides with a pond in the middle of the land.The main occupation of the village men was agriculture or the village men were relying mostly on cotton production.They have to wait for the exact season in a year when they are required to harvest cotton.At the end of the season the people used to remove the cotton from the plants and to market them to villages at their reach.They were also relying on the village fairs that were conducted every week at far off places and for other facilities they were relying on a town at about 3 miles away.There were no other facilities like good schools or good hospitals for the small children of the village men except the village heads who were quite finantially strong who lead their loved ones to schools and hostels in the town.So life became diffi...