The One

Some day this will happen..that I'm there but no one on my side to tell..

Tell, how I won, how I fought or just to tell..

For I lost in this fight the one who meant all to me..

For whom I would kill any one and every one..I lost..I lost..the one I would tell

I was there in the middle..to win this for that one..for the one I fought for..

The one who meant all

I see lying that one dead..the one I fought for..the one would tell 

I killed the one who meant the world 

The one who meant all

I was told to kill that one, to win..that one needs to die to win this fight..

the one who I fought for..

The one who meant it all

I needed to win for that one..that's what I did..I won but I lost..

Now I stand..a winner..a loser..the one who survived..the one who died 

The one who meant all..is ashes now..

The one who meant all..is in air now..

The one who meant all..is me

I had to die to win for the one who meant all..so here, I tell to no one I see..

I died for me.

Sleep

I dare to close my eyes now

..just for a while..as it is calm now

Dark, but calm..nothing I could hear

Other  than the waves and the creaking sound of wood.

I had fought with all my strength..

When those tides had hit me with all the vigor...I fought and survived this one..this one fight..

I'll sleep now..just for a while..as it is calm now.

The tides may come again..again the waves would rise..making me feel so small..so tiny...so weak.

O the unforgiving sea..the mighty, unforgiving sea..

..on whose lap I lie may soon strangle me with its unimaginable force..

just break me into pieces..I dare not let my shield down and be not ready..

But I  will close my eyes now.. just for a while..may be more as it is calm now..

For I don't know what the next moment brings..

but this one moment I'll sleep..

and let it pass a little ignored..as it is calm now

I dare to close my eyes now.

The Window

He sat outside looking at the window every night and watched that curtain flutter on that window covering the white light that just got a chance to come out for a few seconds.

He watched that window every night.

Why that window looked so enchanting to him?

Why was he spending his evenings just looking at it and that too for hours?

There were questions he was not able to answer but still repeated the same everyday. It has been months he has shifted here and no one ever came on that window, but surly someone lived there every evening the lights were switched on.

One night it was raining, and the window was still dark, he checked it every now and then but no-one switched on the lights that evening. He waited, he hoped and he checked it once more and the lights came on. And this time curtain was not all white it had a gray shape on it. The shaped changed from some one standing still for a moment and opening her hair. The shape grew smaller and than disappeared.

He once again sat in his balcony watching that window. This time he waited for something or for someone to push that curtain and that grey patch to take a definitive shape and this time have a different colour .

The white curtain again had a shape on it a leaner one. It was a hand, which moved the curtain, with a coffee mug in it. The hand was followed by a perfect shape of a woman. A woman, like he has never seen before.

She was talking to someone over the phone, she was trying to make that person understand something then she started crying and then she disconnected.

She cried for some time more.

Then she climbed the window.

His eyes followed her. She was there in front of him. She didn't looked that pretty and that perfect shape was broken now. It was all red in that white light.

The Joker

There was a joker named JOJO.
Like every other clown he painted a smile on his face, wore a red round nose, a white curly hair wig,a clown dress and a clown's cap.
Every day he had a 15 min act in the show and the people loved it and cheered him all through. Many of them came everyday to watch him perform that same act.
He was happy, as happy as he could be.
One fine day he thought, " if he is so happy why does he need to paint that fake smile on his face"
so he decided otherwise, fro the next show onwards he would perform without the smile painted on his face. His mother loved his smile.
Next da he came on stage, did what he did every day, without a single error, performed the same act with two fold joy and enthusiasm.
Nobody Clapped.
Nobody Cheered.

The Tree

There was this tree.

What was so special about this tree?

It was always GREEN, no matter what season it was.

The trees around it shed their leaves in autumn, but this tree was always GREEN.

People in the nearby village wondered what kept this tree GREEN. Some worshipped it and called it the LIFE TREE. They believed till the time there is life on the earth this tree will remain GREEN. Years went by, generations passed but that tree never shed.

The belief grew stronger day by day and year by year. Villagers constructed a temple around it and a stone near the tree read "THE LIFE TREE".

One autumn, people came to the temple to offer their prayers but to their surprise they found the tree has grown BROWN, All its leaves were lying under it, all brown and dead.

As this autumn the tree, for the first time opened its EYES.

The Sunflower

In a garden far-far away, a sunflower was born.

He turned into flower that day from a bud enclosed

in those green petals.

The sense of that achivement suddenly dissapeared

when he saw many like him, some were older than him,

some of the same age and some still buds.

He was not unique.

He tried hard, looked around trying to find a difference which

could make him distinct, but all in vain.

They all looked in the same direction of the Sun and shone

bright like it

The day passed , he was sad but determined to do some thing

which will make others take notice of him.

And the next day he did what no other sunflower even imagined.

He broke the law that the creator has set for him, which became the reason why he was plucked and thrown away.

He turned the other way round.

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koshish kadam bhadane ki karte hain magar..

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Manzil pata nahi, hogi... to mil jayegi

warna zindgi uhin chalte hue Kat jayegi....

Anjaan koi raah mein mil jaye ga koi to

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