Miserable

Never ever it occurs to you,
But darkness swallows you whole.
Dark in the darkest corners of mind,
It does burns up the soul.
Words and actions benign and mild,
All go up in vain.
Feelings like a less cared child,
Left high and dry in rain.
Malice and avarice inside the heart,
Drips vitriol from the tongue.
And burns a hole straight through the heart,
Miserable it feels from pole to pole.
A touch of love, a sprinkle of respite,
Is all that I want despite.
Fresh and mild like morning dew,
I wish no pain, I wish no fright.

Life

Silence sometimes bodes well for life,
Without any events, without any strife.
Yet for the reason of sole directions,
Moving ahead with the best intentions,
Life chooses for you surprise and shock,
Uncertain things do arrive and knock.
Someday it can be a pleasant news,
Sometimes it might be of repaying the dues.
Ardour, love, compassion and rage,
An elated heart or a broken cage.
Right on the walk are thorns galore,
Yet we hold on to the life we adore.
Living on and leaving alone,
Everything that hurts.
I wish to live and so would I,
Braving the darkness that lurks.

The marbles of Mosul

At the dawn of man in some hundred B.C.
The Kings of Assyria did some marbles decree.
Countless unknown uncared hands,
Chiseled away stones in forbidding sands.
Out of the marble they created life,
A piece of art that bore no strife.
Craftsmen and sculptors toiled in the sun,
The things they achieved were not meager one.
Left for the world to behold and envy,
It did inspire the men to dream and to see.

Three thousand years down the line,
The ruins, the sculptures defy the time.
Harking back to the dawn of men,
Innocents wondered how, why and when?
There in the city of modern Mosul,
Still stood the pride of Assyrian men.

Yet for the reasons beyond imagination,
Shame of the mankind indeed boil down.
After the despairs of men women and children,
It was the turn of the prides of crown.
The endeavours of craftsmen had outlived time.
Yet they were punished without a crime.
Bludgeoned to pieces, now dust they would be,
Known as the marbles they now cease to be.

Visions!!

There in the oceans of endless deep,
Lies in the refuse, a secret asleep.
Haunts from the past bottled in glass
Covered in green and netted with sea grass.
That accursed curse of highest order,
On the brink of harmless, its look does border.
Sought by the evil and the angels alike,
No one was sure, how it would be like.
What forsaken spell, the parchment held,
Prophecy had it that it can't be dealt.
And as the solemn prophet once knelt,
He knew it was it, the wrath it held!!

Far away from the maddening crowds,
In the land of secrets and shrouds.
Was forged in secret with endless magic,
Something so dark, something so tragic.
Yet beyond the thoughts of man,
That evil that fiend that godless damn.
Lurking in depths of far off land,
That evil always had plans so grand.

My heart so shudders to think of the bottle,
The secret it holds, the lives it would throttle.
The countless counting of vicious fingers,
That danger that darkness effortlessly lingers.
The farther the man proceeds to discover,
Its only the evil that gets out of cover.
And in the corner, my sweet heart yells,
As the doom finally swells.
Let it be there, let it sleep!
Let it remain in the endless deep!!

The Darkness

Inside the deep caverns of life,
Deeper and darker it gets.
Darkest itself the darker side,
How darker can it get?!!
Dark it is when the sun stops shining,
Dark it is when you close your eyes.
Whether the momentous final closings,
Or whether you are cut down from life.
Alone you are in the darkest corners,
Thinking clear and wide,
Oh you wish the courage of life,
To wade away from the dark.

Defiance!!!!

Out in the night that haunts me
I find my beautiful soul,
I thank my stars, I thank my gods
or whatever made it all.
In the depths of luck and fortune,
I have cried and winced in pain.
Once in a while shattered alone,
I have too seen it rain.
Yet by the bludgeons of chance and strife,
I have stood proud, strong and harking.
I fear no spear I fear no lightning,
I fear no death no blood no pounding.
Long in the ship of tranquil solitude,
I do wish to stand upright.
Unfazed by the storms of chance and destiny.
Let a thousand suns shine bright.
Let not a single tear of pain leave without my will without my fight,
Let not a wild and willful beast destroy my soul destroy my flight.
In the never ending chains of chance I have spent a thousand years,
I cast you out, I cast you away.
Oh my wicked darkness of fears!!!!

Without my phone a day in my life!!!

A day in my life,
Without a phone without a strife.
Kicked it and broke with vengeance I had,
Mostly sad but a part of me glad.
A shadow of a gadget, a shame of a tech,
The last I saw when it did finally break!!
Tried I had and sworn an oath,
Pushed it had hard with clenched hands both!!
Calls that came and the flashy shiny name,
All were to be spared, never to be bothered again!!
Yet in a corner I did tried hard,
To mend the broken screen and a corner of my heart!
















Yet lies useless, proud and haughty,
That piece of plastic, broken and dirty!!
Now as I think of what have I done,
I wait with eagerness for replacing the one!
And as the day ends I wonder how,
Without my phone I survived till now!

Rape: A minor offence!!!

I am a fairly peaceful person. Never engaging in fights (mostly), keeping clear of controversies is my idea of a peaceful life. But every now and then a bombshell here and a flutter there successfully manages to break my tranquil existence. Someone comes out and claims divinity on ridiculous grounds and somewhere a "leader" takes his title to a new level of entitlement. Someone has his silver spoon so well shoved down his throat that he forgets to talk sense and someone justifies heinous acts on the basis of pseudo scientific theories (which only the proponent solely believes in).
But seldom people manage to create the kind of anger and disgust that I am facing right now. Hooliganism, jungle raj, illiteracy and neglect of Nero's proportions (Yes, I dare compare it to Nero's rule of Rome) were always a hallmark of these particular "gentlemen" (Sorry, have to be politically correct, even if I am not very sure as to what it really means and leads to). But, I always thought that it is by sheer incompetence and habit that they have achieved it.
I ate my words and slapped my innocence when realisation finally dawned upon me. It is by great hardwork and choices of the most gigantic proportions that the "gentlemen" have achieved such an unenviable status. This godly status spurs them into calling rape as a minor offence and as if that was not awesome enough another one followed soon after. This one demands death for those unfortunates who were raped. Truly magnanimous it is of the "gentlemen".

It is a shame towards humanity that such "gentlemen" are allowed to roam free and spew this kind of loathsome venom. Constitution grants freedom of speech, but not freedom of insult. To satisfy a certain group or as a matter of fact a "votebank", random criminal statements are doled out at regular intervals. While some decide to raise their voices, a billion decide to stay mum.
If we are to gain the respect of this world, I guess we need to first clear out the filth of this kind. Unless it is achieved, we seriously need to think about our right to call ourselves human beings.

Anguished and hurt in a desolate calm,

Alone I wait for a magical charm.

The wait is so long and painfully unending,

Are we humans or are we pretending?!!

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Hope

Hope is a precious funny little thing,

Kindled and cared in a way ridiculed.

Never ever meant to hurt anything,

Alas!! Its glory grossly minisculed.

Left in a box that Pandora opened,

Never ever was it a dear little lie.

Yet when lost and feeling threatened,

First to be evoked and the last to die.

Travellers travel and rebels rebel,

Greatest of the victors in its glory revel,

Masters and slaves pray alike,

Persecutions are weathered in endless plight

Yet in a silent heartless night,

'tis but hope that shines bold and bright.

Waiting in its wake many dreams do preserve,

An endless commend it does deserve.

That oil in the lamp that happy little tramp,

That fainting beat that slowly slipping grip.

That boy that girl that ridiculous goal,

That stride for greatness that jump of madness.

All that comes, comes through hope,

Its a sprinkle of madness and a drowning man's rope.

Such is the story of the precious funny thing,

Kindled and cared and known as hope.

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Nightmare!!

As I close my eyes in slumber,
I slide in a world dark black yonder.
Deepest of my fears come out alive,
Dearest of my dears seldom survive.
Hounded by the dark unburied fears,
Its all about death, despair and tears.
Never ever a place of love and respite,
Unbeknownst to all I suffer in spite.
Quite and cold alone I am dear,
It occurs to me as if death is near.
Choking for air in utter despair,
Such is the feeling in a dark nightmare!!


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Dyado Dobri

Standing in cold firm and true,
Wearing a home sewn cloth and a shoe.
Serene benign and saintly he looks,
One who has'nt heard much,
Since the World War two!!!

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The flowing white mane covers his face,
A hundred seasons have added to his grace!!
Walking long away from the town,
He never shows avarice, malice or frown!
Selfless, prideless stretching his arm,
He asks for those whom only god keeps warm.

Smiling and standing on Sofia's streets,
The Saint of Baylovo silently greets!!
Showing the path that the scriptures speak of,
A man of his worth is quite less heard of!!!
And ever if I think of being a better man,
I wish I could be a bit more like him!!!!

Special Thanks to http://9gag.com/gag/a6w29Ze for the inspirational gag!!!

Happiness and a blank wall!!!

The brain survives on activity (Science would love to disagree!!). And yet, the lack of it is quite common. As in my case, sitting in my room and virtually (is it actually??!!) doing nothing I suddenly figured out that for the last two three days my activities can be best described as hibernation. So to start with I decided to plunge myself here but I guess I was struggling with initial phases of writer's block....Oh My God!!!! Not me....please please please!!!
And it is then then that I decided to take things into my hand (a variety of things!!). Started off with a walk around the campus with my eyes wide open (I hope you understand my indication). Tea at the cafe was never more warm, grass on the playground was never more green and my room on the ground floor was never more cosy ( yeah I was back in no time)!!!
Somehow my room seems to attract me back and my bed seems to seduce me in and I seem to be fighting a loosing battle (I was already inside my blanket by this time!!). For me it was a hopeless situation of deep humiliation. Neck deep in blanket, with the cold numbness of my mind, it seemed that the battle is almost over. All the tea, all the greens and all the books within my reach (equal to zero, the table seemed miles away!!) could not revive me and the end was near!!!
Suddenly of all the things and all the motivations on this good great green and blue planet, the room's wall became an object of all my attention!!

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Apart from a few Kung Fu kicks from my side after watching a martial arts laden film and the lonely lizard on it, no one ever finds it (I hope no one takes offence at my this form of address) interesting. But for me the wall became "The Wall" for that instant. Strangely it gave all the neurons enough activity to bring me forth.
And here I am, writing happily and finishing off quickly as I believe that the room is ready again to assault my activity. And this is a battle that I don't wish to fight again, so RUN!!!!!

What an IDea!!!

Dressed up like gentlemen and a holier than thou attitude, the newest bunch of wannabe managers are on their way to campuses for selection procedures (ordeals). I still remember my days on the other side of line. Horrible myths, interesting anecdotes and determined efforts on my part used to play upon my imagination. I have been there and seen that all with my eyes. But from this side of the line, a new perspective emerged the other day when I was travelling in an auto from my college. Generally the auto drivers and the students have a love hate relationship (mostly hate) and both know about their limits in terms of fares (the only concern).

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But the commencement of GD/PI calls for those who are on other side of the line has created an identity cum fare crisis for us. The well meaning aspirants unknowingly end up paying exorbitant amounts as fares and it is then that the limits are crossed. What is a taken for granted fare of Rs. 130 for us is now a devious pitch of anything between Rs. 150 to Rs. 200 (may be even more!!!). Add to that some daring sales pitch by the auto drivers!! I am sure, even some of the seasoned salesmen would be ashamed of themselves when they see them. Innocence tantrums, jibing comments and ridiculous comparisons are just some of the gimmicks that acutely define their street smartness. Thankfully, the whole lot has not been unleashed on me till now (its only a matter of time and GD/PI calls).

Strangely enough one divine weapon saved me the other day when the auto driver was whining for Rs. 200 thinking that I was a helpless aspirant. It was my oft neglected (and basically never used) college ID card that reinforced my identity as an IMT student, the "he who should not be tormented" class for autowallas. 23 years of my existence as a government employee's son has taught me well that ID cards can do wonders but using it at the least expected place was surely a new experience.

Brandishing it at the autowalla, I exorcised the demon of greed out of him!!! Having saved that money, I felt entitled and an extra cheese pizza was surely a delight befitting a victor!!! But I guess, mathematics took a back seat again!!!

One minus zillion

Life started in oceans, thats what scientists tell us relentlessly yet I would love to believe that life started in beds (No double meanings please!!!). That apocalyptic alarm or the "what am I supposed to do about it" alarm of your roomie brings forth life in an otherwise lifeless body which is crouched and hidden under the comfortable warmth of a blanket. And all that crosses your mind is a zillion reasons as to why not to get up. Still, I have managed to conquer all and bring back my form to reality almost everyday since waking up by self became fashionable (read: I grew up).
But somehow and somewhere, waking up today was different. Suddenly, life had one lesser reason to drag me out of my bed. Suddenly, my long term ally against laziness had decided to call it a day. Suddenly, I was not sure as to why was I awake.
An epoch of my life had ended just the previous day, technically speaking I was no more an academic student. It really meant no more classes no more assignments and most of all no more examinations and yet somewhere in my heart I was not very sure as to how should I express it. Was I supposed to be happy or stoic or outright hyper-philosophical??!! Wasn't it exactly the day for which I had waited since my childhood (a few similar days have arrived and gone thrice before this one)?
With a one minus zillion reason to not wake up (really?), I felt betrayed and left out yet determined enough to snuggle back into the smugness of my blanket. And for the rest of the world, a warm good morning from the coldness of Ghaziabad.

Sometimes in life!!!

It happens for a day,
It happens for a time.
Life is sometimes not worth a dime,
Still it kicks alive and awake,
As if the promise is ours to make!!
Sarcasm and jibes don't make you stop,
Sometimes in life....you just aim for the top!!

Goals and aims become elusive,
You feel as if its a pain exclusive.
Hope is left prayers are kept,
All else from your hold is swiftly swept!!
Yet as the sun never fails to rise,
Sometimes in life....you become more wise!!

And then the glory shines its rays,
No stones, no thorns, no hopeless days!!
All you see is a time well served,
At your feet some place you deserved.
No one then says that there is something you can't,
Sometimes in life.....you get what you want!!

Sporty Affair at IMT Ghaziabad

Sport in IMT Ghaziabad is a serious issue. Everyone here breathes and lives in sports, be it a late night engagement or a mid day washout, “IMTians” are there. The ongoing football event of IMT Ghaziabad, Golazo is a living example of the passion. Neither the morning chill nor the hectic submission schedule has succeeded in dampening the mood. In all that, teams of the IMT Ghaziabad’s Dual Country Programme (DCP) are vying for top honours in the ongoing event. A facebook page Spor8 – IMT Ghaziabad DCP has taken up the onus of adding to the enthusiasm across the batch both in Dubai and India. IMT Gooodies, an online IMT souvenir store has also partnered with Spor8 – IMT Ghaziabad.

Visit the page at: https://www.facebook.com/spor8

Another festival of light!!!

That morning when the sweeper swept,
A part of his heart happily wept.
Every year for the festival of light,
Brought with it a happiness slight.
For the meager purse didnt care for his joy,
Every cracker unburst was god's sweet ploy.
Pocketing the refused ones in his dirty pockets,
That man with the broom, no jewels no lockets.

Back at his home he emptied his treasure,
Happy to see his son's unbridled pleasure.
Few red small ones and a large green one,
Happiness for a day around him spun.
Bursting away in a minute of light,
Never in question what is wrong what is right.
Those two hands folded in a solemn delight,
Together they had seen another festival of light!!!

A burning cigarette!!

The smoky room in the corner hut,

Where life is fogged and breathing cut.

Horrors of the heart burning alight,

This is where begins all the plight.

Rasping coughs rising in the air,

Gasping for breath in utter despair.

As death between the fingers slowly burns,

Many still think that life never returns.

As the smoke goes in and back it comes,

A part of your heart silently numbs.

The leaving smoke leaves with some life,

Is it better to be dead than face some strife?

You know it all and still you smoke,

Perhaps you desire to cough blood and choke.

Making life an unending joke,

Your burning cigarette and the poison smoke!!

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Recipe of freedom!!!!

A glassful of ocean is all that I need,
A spoonful of love delightful and sweet.
A pinch of smile,
Soaked for a while.
A big block of sky,
And a joyous cry.
And all that makes it worth a try......

Uneventful a day,
With a leisure of a bay.
Crystals of thrill,
With screams sharp shrill.
Stirred in the sour,
In a fearless hour.
And all it takes is a divine secret power.....

Bathed and tempted in mellowing sun,
Kept in bottles of bellowing fun.
Stirred through the play,
In most happiest way.
A drop down the throat and tear in here,
Whosoever wants it come to me dear.
And all that I want is you to come near.

After a glassful of wine!!!

I see the world with my drowsy eyes,
All I see is a blank edifice.
The tears go away.....
The pain stays back.
All I got is a heart with a crack.

Shattered to pieces by being offended,
Yet in a moment, the love has ended!!
Broken, dejected I decide to die.....
But for the love of my dear life,
I keep on living on the edge of a knife!!

Who else will know the pain of mine,
Better than the God of spirits and wine!!
In a moment I stood up all demented.....
And fell in love to fall again,
In love with the divine immortal pain.