MIND AND SOUL

My eyes were searching those couple of glittering diamonds whose brightness mesmerized my senses, those depths of ocean which penetrated my heart to run through the veins, those height of mountains which increased my desire to get them. I was searching for my first heartbeat, my first emptiness of mind, my first loss of senses, my first love….. I saw her for the first time near the door which opens for my future i.e. the door of education. Was she opening the door or closing it? Was she helping me through or obstructing me? I don’t know and will never know because I am still searching those hands of softness near that hard piece of wood well craved to move against my wave of desire. I saw her passing by, standing, sitting, laughing, weeping, reading, praying, whispering but never saw her looking at my infinite eyes, my fast heartbeat, my sad smile, my longing and my desire. I wish to have a couple of eye-magnets with me but of no use. My wait continues but in vain. My breathless mind ...

Life around me always kept fluctuating. I saw different colours of life but none of the colour inspired me as much as the BLACK. The dark face of life always has some depth and hidden beauty in it. Whatever surrounds me always had something to say. It’s the coincidence that sometimes I was deaf and the other time they were dumb. My country, my parents, my siblings, my friends, my teachers and my so called love, these surrounds me always along with the unusual and strange image of nature. I don’t care about the motherland, who gave me the identity, the base of life, the protection and the freedom. My country gave me everything she should, even more than that- the PRIDE. She is the one who enlightened my path throughout the black forest. But I don’t care I don’t care about my parents, who gave me life, who did everything for my future. They took the burden of my past and present with a smile without any return of it. Their bondings of love which always held me tight enough to withs...

A proud hug, a sweet smile, glory in eyes, patting my back and a heart full of blessings only for its most important gift of life. This is the picture of a businessman whose business is only to give happiness and take sorrows of my life.  His company deals only with me and the best part is that he thinks his company is in a profit but the person dealing with him thinks that he lost the money invested. As a son, I am talking about my father. Father – what a great invention of Him. He should get the Nobel Prize of Heaven for this greatest of great , revolutionary and mind-blowingly awesome invention. The bondage which a father shares with his son can only be felt by a father ,so this is a one-way.  The bonding which a father makes with his son may be an intermediate step of a co-ordination bond’s mechanism , where the previous bond between his father and him is breaking , but meanwhile a new bond between him and his son is making. May be , this intermediate transition bond , is...

Emotions were trying to break the dam and overflow but alas again I failed to express. Today’s world is a hub of showtime. The better you advertise ,the more you are in profit. Doesn’t matter how is the quality of your product. I am a product with a dull wrapping ,with a weak advertisement budget ,with a gloomy effect on customer. Once a customer used me and jumped high with happiness ,what a product –extraordinary ,amazing,ultimate. But that customer was  the producer himself. Again my emotions were caged to the dull packing. I tried to show my true colours to this globe but everyone were interested in the coverings. They make my pre-image . I am still waiting for myself to be re-invented. But how? Should I change myself according to the world or wait for the sand to force the time to show my true image over the canvas of the greatest minds of this world. I opted for the tough decision of second choice. My waiting went on increasing like anything.  Finally the time came . My...

My mind is like roots, confused and aimless. My soul is like leaves , light and vulnerable. My heart is like branches, directionless and weak. My potential is like fruits , capable but unwilling. My emotion is like stem , tough and gloomy. My thought is like flowers , soft and tiny. Overall I am a tree , bound to my place and counting the droplets of rain over the passing sand through my hand. Why can’t I be a tree , which gives life free. Why can’t I be a tree, which grows for others. Why can’t I be a tree, which teaches the lesson of tolerance and patience. Why only that tree which I don’t want to be, which the world cuts down, which the people abandon, which the birds avoid , which the rain is ashamed to nurture, which the sunlight try to escape from. But I know I am the tree which holds nests on every branch ,whose every fruit gives life to others, which the droplets are proud to stay on , which the sunlight is glad to play hide and seek with ,which the world tries to conserve ,wh...

the stone was still there.i thought it was waiting for someone but they told no one will come for him.i thought it was its home but they told he is not the native.i thought it was handicapped but they told he used to be a heartful athelitics and is still so somewhere but surely not at heart.i stopped thinking but the stone mesmerized me every time.his gloomy eyes,sad face,broken heart and shattered soul tried to convey a tale but his lips stopped him from marking his presence to this stage called world. i decided to talk to those eyes which disturbed my heart.i went to him with a mirror.he saw himself lying on the side of the pavement and thinking of his status,his eyes burst out with tears which rolled down the cheeks to reach there where it can break the bondage of silence created by the lips.finally he spoke to himself as if he was waiting for another stone to share his feelings.i was the perfect choice as my heart says we are twins. the stone spoke for the first time about his st...