Bravery….

He stood in the bus silently; just now he had beaten the hell out of two guys. He was so proud of himself. No one can mess with him he thought. He looked at his arm, his biceps twitched. He was all into fights, his friends relied on him in emergency, and people of the other group in the college shivered at the name of him. He was so brave they told, never afraid of anything. He never rode his bike at less than 100 kmph. He was an example of bravery at his college.

She stood in the same bus in the front. He looked at her. Her eyes were very beautiful. She looked at him. He smiled. She smiled back. Her smiled looked just like an angels. He had never seen such a beautiful girl in his life. He thought of going and talking to her or may be even he can ask her out, he thought.

Just then the bus stopped and four men got into the bus. They went and stood near the girl. The girl looked uncomfortable. The men he recognized were thugs of a local don. Those ugly bastards started touching the girl. They were laughing wickedly like hyenas. Nobody in the bus said or did anything. She looked helplessly at him. He thought of saving her but those were the men of the local don, he couldn’t gather the courage. The four bastards stopped the bus and dragged her down the bus, she was struggling helplessly. He looked out through the window. She was still looking at him with helplessness and in her eyes he saw how brave he was.

Breathless..

The little boy came running and jumped the school compound wall. He was breathless. He was late again and today it was not his mistake. The bus was late but father principal won't hear any excuses. He sneaked into the building. He did not want to get caught. He was still panting and trying to catch his breath.

"You boy!", Are you late again?

He froze at his place.

'Yes father, the bus was late!"

"I will not hear any excuses, go and do fifteen rounds of the ground!"

The PT Instructor was standing there. He smiled as if he got some hidden treasure.

The whistle blew. He started running. Nine rounds. He stopped.

"Go on you ladyboy!", PTI shouted.

He started running again. Ten rounds. Eleven rounds. Twelve rounds. His body gave up. His vision blurred. He fell on the ground. PTI came running, shouting. He came and saw. Little boy was lying there breathless. Literally.

Icecream...you

It's so cold yet so pleasing,
the sweet taste the flavor,
smoothly melting in the mouth,
I relish it slowly, the Ice-cream.

I remember the strawberry I had with you,
and the chocolate yet again,
the butter-scotch, the vanilla,
I remember all of them.

I believe it's just like you,
sweet, smooth and cold,
every time a different flavor,
only here I have the right to choose.

I sit daily on the park bench,
it's just beneath the street light,
eat a different flavor everyday,
to remind myself the different moods of you.

I think of you as an Ice-cream,
Ice-creams don't give you much time, 
just like it you are cold and gentle but sweeter,
only it melts but you never melted again.

Me vs Me, (Neo and Smith) (anacardium)

The demands of myself are hard to turn down,
Still i have to do so coz I can't afford it.

Angry and frustrated then my self turns around,
It goes against me with all its forces.

My Self wants to ruin me,
Wants to bring me from sky to ground.

I dodged, fooled and escaped,
His all ventures went in vain.

He comes over again,
He says "Dodge This!"

I say "this aint matrix and you aint Trinity,Mr. smith!"
"You aint Neo either and this is reality."

I realized the word he said,
Being real aint that bad.

I gave up and let him win,
Neo I turned out to be in real

He did his job and ruined me well,
He ruined me but could not win.

He was my Self after all,
Ruined me and ruined Himself.

A jigsaw.....

Life is a just like a jigsaw puzzle. You need put every piece at its place to make the picture. I have been trying to fix up my puzzle since a long time and have been quite successful in it. I've been very critical about me and now its like I should give myself a relaxation. You can't be too critical about yourself because it makes you strive for perfection which is hard if not impossible to achieve.

My job as a homoeopathy student is teaching me a lot, though I am absolutely not what you would call an ideal student because I sleep in class, I sit at the backbench most of the times and do a few things an ideal student won't do. I have been having a hard time to understand homoeopathy as it is taught in the college because I see homoeopathy in my own light. I see the beauty of this art and I have experimented it over no one but myself. I am the first patient of myself and have seen the miraculous result of this art.

I have been having trouble in bringing myself together after the illness which has significantly improved now but still one of the major problems affecting my performance. I have been having lots of trouble in social front but it all comes in the same package.

I am inclined to neurosis I believe and have been trying a lot to remove the causes of it. I have been quite successful in doing so.

Now I am bent on making this puzzle a complete picture and see what is it!

आत्मावलोकन

झेले जाऊं हर प्रहार मैं, तपता रहता आंच पर,

चोट खा कर स्वयं को ढालूं, खरा उतरता जांच पर.

बिना रुके मैं चलता रहता, जीवन रूपी कांच पर,

जीवन मेरा अग्नि परीक्षा, आंच नहीं है सांच पर.

हर दिन हर क्षण स्वयं को जानू, करता हूँ मैं स्वयं अवलोकन,

भूल सुधारूं अब मैं अपनी, करता रहता अपना शोधन.

तोड़ चूका मैं बंधन सारे, करता अब मैं आत्म का बोधन,

कर्म हूँ करता मैं सब अपने, आस ह्रदय में हो आरोहन.