Poems and Fiction

A GOOD DEED -Utkarsh Sharma 1. Departure (1/4) ‘Are you sure you packed everything?’ ‘Yes, Baba.’ ‘How will you live there all alone by yourself?’ asked aai. This is the biggest moment in his life. Don’t hold him back emotionally.’ said baba. ‘I will be all right aai. I should leave now.’ Baba helped me with the luggage while I was taking blessings from aai who was reluctant for me to leave. “Have a safe journey, son. Take care of yourself and remember ‘a good deed always comes around’. ‘A good deed always comes around.’ Aai has been saying this since my childhood. The earliest memories of mine consists of aai addressing this phrase to me and my other juvenile cousins. She never took a break from preaching kindness and hospitality. She treats everyone with warmth and with a ‘smile’. She also makes it sure that her teachings of goodwill and generosity is implanted within me too. Nevertheless, her efforts didn’t go in vain. After an ...

                                                                . On my way to a graveyard, Which was just across the Kyle. Though the thought curdled my dead blood, But i merely gave a smile. .The weather was sleety, Though it wasn't the month of July. But what is there to worry about, When you're detached from the city, nearby. . Eros, philos and agape, were something from which I have always waived. No wonder why their absence, Have gradually led me to my grave. .So pleasant was the smell of orchids, So soft the land where once we bantered, So cold is the air that went touching my coffin, But no more.... .As i was lowered, Even the maskmen sobbed. And i assured myself, That my cognizance will never be robbed. .Now that I lay peacefully, under the moonlight and sunny ga...

RESEMBLING  ULYSSES Be restless, be apprehensive for the least i care, Consistency bores me, don't want to sit and stare. I cannot rest from travel, I cannot rest from living, For what is 'to live' if not a fated expedition? Be restless, be apprehensive for the least i care, Roam with a hungry heart not to be snared. Be honored and drunk delight of battle with your peers, If you will to live a life of leisure, despise and disappear. How dull is it to pause, to not be able to mend, It is just too displeasing, something which has end. How ashen it is to rest and not to shine, Just like being dead, no breath and no divine. We drink and burn but when the time has come, shall we retire and count the attainments done? Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield.

लिखने की हमेशा कोई न कोई वजह ज़रूर होती है।  कभी कभी यह वजह दिल की ख़ुशी होती है।  कभी कभी यह वजह दिल की पीड़ा होती है।  वजह कुछ भी हो, लिखने की गुणवत्ता की सबसे  अधिक वृद्धि इन्ही दो कारणों से होती है। 

I  used to wonder how they could, so easily, express those multitudinous astounding, sometimes, bewildering thoughts amazingly in merely words. how could they express something inconceivable, something abstract? how they could express 'love'? all in the form of 'simple' words. I revered the great power and their complex yet simple mind. I used to. Now I just try to do the same.