Poems and Stories

           In a heart-aching accident of the 12841 Shalimar-Chennai Coromandel express on the 2nd June, 2023 at 6:50 PM near Bahananga Bazar station in Odissa, not only were several lives lost, several people wounded but a trust and an ocean of memories were hurt. I express my heartfelt condolence to the deceased and prayers for the fast recovery of the wounded. For ages I have run Across the nation wide, Connecting the Bay waves With the peninsular tides. Amalgaming cultures Fostering hopes, Tying East and South With the railway ropes. Superfast, by birth Supercool, by looks, I had been the inspiration Of my fellow rooks. Be it Howrah or Shalimar Or the frontiers of Chennai, I was the rail ruler In the passenger's mind. I was the trust For the patients to Vellore, A medical bridge  For the needy crores. I was the memory Of the numerous students, A witness of college stories From IIT to SRM. I was the job source Of people of Bengal, Their cheapest means to come home And the vehicle

  The lad of Jiaganj, the son of Bengal Who's voice reverberates among all hearts, Who's melody binds what borders divide And creates symphony amongst all parts. Who commands music, like a divine master Who's vocals bring up an emotional flood, The man who made all those eyes moist Who had ever felt music in blood. The genius who faced, multiple rejections Yet never submitted to the volatile fate, And fought the best anyone could have done With purest passion and perseverance. Who's mythical sound rejoices the nature Who's experienced touch rejoices the chords, That praises of him, are the only aftermath Praises from the earth and praises from the Lords. An apexed legend of the century Yet so humble and down to earth, Who chooses his roots over stardom And never ignores his values of birth. Juxtaposed with qualities that are rarest today And a big heart full of true compassion, An idol and a man with virtues of praise A praiseworthy soul, of the nation. An inspirati

  The lyrics of this song is inspired by Izmir Marsi , a Turkish music by CVRTOON. The song is written in the perspective of a civil revolution or an Independence movement. Since there was no lyrics for the song, I had made this on my own keeping in mind India's struggle for freedom from the British Rule. Aandhi dekhke kiyu, ruke hai kadam, Kadmo se, tu aizhaar karle Waqt badalne aaya mauka, Aaj uth jaa aur tu ladle Darr jo dil mein hai basta Ussko khaderke saaf karde, Khatro se katrata hai vatan, Bann ke sipahee tu aaj ladle Fir na ayega aisa mauka Banke tu Sher, dahar karle, Fir na ayega aisa mauka Banke tu Sher, dahar karle, Khoon mein ubaal bharle Jismo mein zara jaan bharle, Fir na ayega aisa mauka Banke tu Sher, dahar karle Banke tu Kaal sanghar karle Sar dhar se tu alag karde Lahuluhan karde unko Hausle tu buland karle Fir na ayega aisa mauka Banke tu Sher, dahar karle, Fir na ayega aisa mauka Banke tu Sher, dahar karle, Apne mitti se agar karta tu pyaar, Khudko fir taiyaar

      This story is a completely fictional account and nothing of this sort has happened or will ever happen in reality. But, as human beings, we need some support to live at least till the days we have thought for ourselves to drag along in the battle of life. For that sole purpose and to save myself from depression attacks and as an effect of intense schizophrenia I am writing this story. If something like this happens in life, I will become a theist. But I know, that's not gonna happen any day.       July, 2030. I was relaxing in my cottage in Shimla and enjoying the drizzle outside. With the precipitation the already chilling temperature had dropped few degrees and I have put on my pullover and sat beside the window. It was late evening and I had already completed my dinner. I took up the packet of cigarettes and pulling a fine one lit it and took a long puff. Gradually, I got emersed in the coils of the smoke, slowly rising and touching the ceiling. In my mind I was feeling th

Have you seen a butterfly? I guess you all have seen, Such a beautiful creation of nature Not an insect, rather a winged queen. But a butterfly, has only one chance To transform from a caterpillar, But we humans, change many cocoons With time and with healers. Yes, you have read it right The process is a bit weird, We form a cocoon of a comfort zone When we get everything near. But a time comes when it breaks As breaks everything in nature, And then paint with our life's colour On our aspiration-shaped caricatures. When we are kids, we are less tolerant And are pissed off by this and that, And behave as if we are moody as a lion With a mere size of a cat. But slowly when we see, all are the same We mature and we understand, Its folly to behold the ego in life If we want a helping hand. Now the age comes, when we are young But not into the teenage, We are mesmerized by petty little things And bragging creeps like a leakage. And finally, we grow and pass through this To become a bit

  When the sun sets, beyond the dark hills And the moon smiles amidst the stars, I can see her pretty face Smiling at me few yards apart. Her blonde locks, like cobwebs on trees And her deep eyes, with an azure hue, The mesmerizing smile of her pink lips Enough to make all the false, seem true. Gradually she walks, closer to me And I feel the breeze, hitting on my face, Her fragrance dissolving all around And surrounding me in her solemn grace. She stops very near and looks Straight into my garrulous eyes, And quietens all noise inside my soul As if I she knows me so nice. Neither of us, do speak a word But we talk a lot through sight, Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry Or sometimes indulge in fights. As the night comes, and the moon rushes in hurry  Suddenly she wishes to leave, All I could say is a mere goodbye But in my thoughts, I do embellish. I get weird dreams, of her and of me Walking past hand in hand, And getting lost in the wide meadows Or drowning in time's quicksand.