Poems and Stories

      Drugs are very harmful to health. But, they are so addictive that people are crazy after them. And making use of this opportunity, many drug pedlars make a lot of money. Black money. Sometimes, even the administration is a part of the pedalling cycle and helps this unscrupulous thing to spread more and more in this society. But as and when the evil outshines and overshadows the empire of light, then and then light crusades to tear apart the black and relieve the world. Let's see how this happens as we follow the powder lines...     2035. Bengaluru. A mid-winter night. Rihana and Ranveer were watching some movie in their favourite cosy corner of the house. Rihana was cuddling in the arms of Ranveer and resting half on his chest and half on the pillow, like a cute kitten. That was the thing which Rihana liked the best. Ranveer's chest was the endpoint of all worries, the court of all justice and the safest pillow on which she could sleep away nights. Ranveer...

Some incidents are so cute and amazing, that the memory of them matters more than the outcome.  (Based on a true incident, dedicated to my friend Ramagopal) It was a matter of a few days ago when I went on a trip To the blissful lands of God's own country, a nd was greeted by a leech. Well after all the drama, I sat on the bus, The one provided by our college; But life was planning to give me a surprise  Of which, I had no knowledge. My eyes unknowingly slid to my left, where I saw that girl The cutest creation of the Almighty, too good to convey in words. She had such lovely earrings, and so golden was her smile. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and my mind travelled a mile. Although I don't have the flair for breaking the ice,  I tried to communicate And with the feeblest chances, I tried to open the gate. The girl turned to me and her eyes in my eyes I don't know how to express But all I could do was ask her name And she replied in such grace. She however was a ...

  It was a bright winter day,  Exciting and cool I bought a little teddy bear,  From the shop near the school. For someone special, obviously But I won't tell her name, Perhaps she might read it someday And might not feel the same. I reached school a little early that day To keep the surprise ready And when I hear her footsteps near, I would pop up the teddy And tell her what I had on my mind How deep my feelings were And I would never leave her alone In her sweet name, I swear. I had to act and hide a lot, From my teachers and my friends A tiny mistake in the plan Can cause the thing to end. Finally, she arrived at school,  It might be a little late The assembly bell had already rung And guards were closing the gate I quickly rushed to class And hid it inside my bag I thought I would hand it over to her When I would come back. But the whole day passed that way Waiting for the perfect time My school had too many students Like a lot of seeds in lime. Finally before th...

  My dad was killed by those filthy tribes, My family was shunned by our own. At the age of merely nine, I faced such hardships Of which many were unknown. We somehow stayed together, starving with little food Then came the shivering winters, and nothing went good. On top of that my own brothers, Began fighting for the common meal And despite warning them of the consequences bad, They didn't budge from their deal. To save little what we got and to stay alive in life, I raised the cursed bow that day I had to shoot my own brother dead, And believe me how much it dismayed. However, as the summer came and we  had some more nomads,  We tried to revive some statuses we had lost And shun the world and live an isolated life,  To preserve peace and safety at all costs. I married my love, Borte, the queen of beauty The prettiest in the Mongolian lands And I dreamed of a noble happy life And walk the way, hand in hand. But my life had some other plans, something that changed T...