Poems and Stories

      Someone once said, if you want something to happen, you will need to practise a lot. Some crackheads take them too seriously. And later, land up causing a mess. But sometimes, angels are sent to help them out if they are lucky. I remember one such experience where a similar thing had once happened. I will narrate it here.      In my life, I have come across several kinds of emotions in people during my system training. Some great. Some crackhead. But Ronak was a great crackhead. Educationally brilliant but yes, had some screws in his brain. I remember that night of 4th April. Ronak decided to do something crazy for the first time in his life. He decided to elope. Not with anyone normal, but with the daughter of the HOD of the CSE department in the college. They had a good affair and had long talks in the night. And one day, they decided to remove the technology between them and rely on the touch. After Dinner, Ronak went to the backyard of the hostel and waited for the watchmen

In the pursuit of being good I have lost my best, In the hunger for knowledge I have ignored my rest. I have turned into a machine That would always help out, Never grudge or complain And never ever doubt. I have lost those evenings When children played games, I have lost those afternoons In the hunt for fame. I find people around Enjoying their lives, I keep alone because I can't match their vibes. I find the world foolish But happy from within, Amidst all losses  They leap and they grin. They binge, they celebrate They live life with joy, I sit before the screen And turn a nerd boy. Although, I wasn't the same I wished to fly when young, But my wings have been trimmed By duties and pressures strong. My hobbies are dead In the grinder of work, I am hurt but can't say As everyone would laugh. I see guys of my age Have girlfriends one or two, I repent for being so studious I repent for being so good. So I thought to turn selfish And I will definitely be, Because that's t

  I don't want to target any practice or belief But I definitely want to point out the flaws, Which has crept into the mind of everyone And based on assumptions, they have made laws. The meaning of religion is to be righteous Not to snatch the rights from any, Not to waste what you have in plenty Just for the wish of acquiring many. Putting restrictions, forcing to convert These don't stand well with the definition, And when someone fails to follow these You force them to pay for salvation. What you have imposed in the name of love Is pure hatred, in the mind and the brain, A mind that remains of no use further Nothing productive comes on the gain. Some force you to shun your pleasures Some force you to pray five times a day, Some convert you without your will All their backgrounds are none but grey. And when something goes wrong in the events We blame our luck and visibility, But what we can't even understand is Everything is but a probability. Praying and slaying don'

      Life is a very strange journey. Laden with experiences, both good and bad, some tickling sensations of emotions garrulous amongst the waves of the mind. Amongst all these is the most important member. Love. Yes, I am talking about the first love in life. The emotion which can never be replaced with anything else, however pleasing or great. Everyone experiences this at some point of time in life. If it goes good, you are blessed. But alas! all aren't blessed.     Today, as the sky grew overcast with the depressed cloud of memories I felt a queer pain in my chest. I don't smoke, nor do I drink but I don't know what had addicted me for the past few days. I could neither sleep nor think. Just sitting outside the cottage door of my small haven amidst the valleys of Shimla, I was rejuvenating some past memories. I don't know why but it gives me some pleasure. I have come across several people in the last few years of my 29-year-long life and have acquired a lot of knowl