CHAKRADHARI

I SEE EVERYTHING I  see everything, the brutal marks of marriage on a brides face, tears of loneliness on clowns face, cooks growling with hunger,  poverty of rich’s hearts.I have seen a girl being torn for her beauty, a guy being bullied for his wisdom I have seen people enjoying  death and mourning births And laughing on others pain.I have been a friend to lonely, an audience of socio-phobic,auditioned a struggling actor.  there is nothing which is hidden from the mirror. I SEE EVERYTHING She(maid of the house) entered the room following her mother trying to hold on to the end of her saree to pace with her looking up at her with tears about to flow from her eyes.She looks at her hopelessly while  mother sets up the dining table. I can sense the rush in this moment.this little child trying to pace up with an adult busy in her chore. She merely matches the height of table. I can see her eyes just above the edge of the table staring at dinner plates while she still struggles

ROUND ROUND ROUND ROUND” Looking at the ceiling fan while lying on his bed rajbir wonders, we too keep running round and round and round for money and success but our run never end just like this fan….. “BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP “ The sound of machines which doctors say are supporting his life are his personal opera, no wonder he didn't choose to buy ticket for this…. 30 days of nonstop medications,tubes piercing his body day and night..Doctors finally said he is FINE and will be soon discharged. But don't know why he dont believe them...Today he is continously staring at fan and  won't turn his eyes even if someone calls him…. He can feel his heart pounding,heaviness on his chest crushing him and tears in eyes running along his cheek dripping upon his shirt….shirt his child brought for him…. “HE NEVER LET US CHANGE HIS SHIRT” How rudely this young nurse complained to the doctor. She don't know the warmth he can feel in this shirt which his son hand-p

She was walking quietly on a LONELY road in the most busy market of the city  feeling nothing , no  connection to the fleshes roaming around her, relating her self to the stones paved into a road who  bears the weight of people stepping on it but is connected to no one, she is made of flesh carved into the stone that can't appreciate the breeze, for her it is just a hindrance from being confined in her own small world,she don't even have any right to set it's boundaries. She is now standing under the same tree which  is offering his services to her as an umbrella,a guard for  several weeks,the only thing made by lord who she actually thinks to have some life,some courtesy to offer something without any expectation of anything in return. I can see smile on her face,like a ray of light trying to pierce the dark clouds but failing again and again to  win  the fight of its existence. Every time a car honks her body shivers,constricts her soul,shears her emotions and puts

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Ok!!  Am an Indian and hurray saints are next to gods right....Oh wait saints charged for murder,rapes,kidnapping,theft......bullshit!! Even then they are THE SAINTS It means we don't care what you did in past or what are you doing....You wore a Choga.....Man!!! YOU WILL BE RESPECTED Why don't media understands saint or baba are the NOUNS not the VERBS Don't say BABA is arrested.... Can't you Sat Mr. X who by profession is a BABA is arrested... Our dear next to God Baba's are travelling in Jaguar......Asking for people to leave this materialistic world..THE MOH MAYA Seriously man you raped a girl.....And ask for respecting girls from your followers...What is it? paying respects to her corpse after you fulfilled your desires with her body and telling her family she reached the ultimate truth....She reached the ultimate level of harassment by a BABA..... Wait dammit he is baba how can be he wrong? He didn't raped a girl he was just helping in deflowering

This is about a mother who wakes up in nights because she had to abort her daughter to save her  own life... I woke up in the night, saw her in my sight She wore a dress, beautiful enough to take away stress I longed for her touch , she leaned and made hunch Her eyes were wet, her pain made me sweat Marks on her face, made my heart race Her face was bright, but she never saw the light Darkness of my womb turned to her tomb I begged for my life when she was killed with knife I slaughtered my child now turning me wild Motherhood secured but mother was killed I woke up in the night saw her in my sight Who was I? To vanish her living right

Being poor was not my crime I was struck by tide of time Like a kite I wished to fly Tempted to Cross the boundaries of sky Thriving mine dawn of life I Learned to fake a smile Being poor was not my crime I was stuck by tide of time

This is  about how a man expresses himself when he is on death bed:- एक अदभुत सा वो एहसास था,जब सर पे माँ का हाथ था पल भर के लिए जिंदगी में आया मेरे ठहराव था चल लिया हूँ अब बहुत,थकावट का अब एहसास था पिता की छुअन में गर्माहट का एहसास था फिर भी अब दिल में थकावट का भाव था रो लिया था अब बहुत,हंसी से छूटा नाता था श्वासों की उड़ती शृंखला में जीवन का एहसास था पर अद्भुत सा वो एहसास था जब सर पे माँ का हाथ था पूरे जीवन में जो सुख न मिला,वो सिर पर आज मेरे था हिल गया हूँ अपनी डगर से इसका न मुझे अंदाजा था एक अद्भुत सा वो एहसास था जब सर पे माँ का हाथ था मांग लिया था मैंने रब से दूसरा आज एक मौका था चिढ़ता था वो भी मुझसे सर प मेरेे जो माँ का हाथ था एक अदभुत सा वो एहसास था जब सर पे माँ का हाथ था Abhi(the troubler)

Laying down on bed,with a mischievous smile..raveena shouted.”just five more minutes mom..Please" Her morning can be described as the struggle of a lover to look at his love from the window..With a pure desire of giving her the warmth of his love. Here the lover is sun...And Raveena his crush. This is the very first thought of her of the day which brings smile on her face. She enjoys the warmth of sun on her face but never turns her head towards it to appreciate its sparkle but welcomes him in the darkness with eyes closed. Mom: “wake up ravee we will get late” Raveena shouted yes mom… With eyes closed she kept enjoying the sounds around her…..This bed lover has developed a very great sense of viewing the world with her ears. When the milkman comes outside she will think of the milk pouring out of one utensil and into another..Like us living through one situation to  another. When the birds chirp​ outside...She think of the infinite possibilities behind this. Every sound

Whom you miss the most when you arriving for survival in this economy of competitive ,self proclaimed geniuses(in short adulthood)?"        "MYSELF".  I ANSWERED ABHI...

She made a Tilak with wheat flour on her child's face and screamed "happy holi" Even poverty showed its colour...But her heart was more colourful.                     "HAPPY HOLI" Abhi..

Ok!! Look around! Right now we are speaking...There are several minds out now doing their deeds....Ever thought...So many people so many personalities....But we can't understand a single one..Not even our selves.... Ever get time...Stare at a row of people standing and wonder how many thoughts running around...What a great amount of data that will be....Is it possible for two random people standing next to each other having a same thoughts not under the circumstances which will make them to think alike.... I just looked around and saw so many emotions....Smiles,frowns,wide eyes... These facial expressions might not cbe as what we just perceive them... Have you ever tried to look at someone and by their expressions and the deed they doing..You tried to build up a story in your mind that to what they might be up to???? How the bunch of people standing in a small place has so may differences....So many different stories.... Look around people near you,peep out of your window...T

"I wish you die..." everything was normal now. For Rebecca everything was like a butter in bread...She coped up with the death of his father... A military man..She was now in peace with the death of his brave father who died the death of a hero. Though it took long for her to get back in her senses after his death. She was back in her normal routine... Waking up  early in morning..Going out for jogging..Feeding stray dogs on the way..Listening to birds chirping...Dancing on the rock music of leaves crushed under her foot.....Mesmerized by the wind touching her body and laughing to the chills caused by it like a small child.... Yes, this twenty five year old lady who took all of the responsibilities of her younger brother and mother...Find out the way to live her girlish desires in the small amount of private time she used to borrow from her hectic life. She went back to home...Her mother made her food....It was the least she can do for her...For a girl...Sorry corre

Let's talk about death...How nasty things it is na... It's puts everything things to an absolute end An end to hope,fear,choices,anger,needs..... But still it's the most feared things right.... WHY??? Have you ever thought of the calmness... Have you ever heard of corpse in pain.... Why is it so????? Because pain is what we generate...It's the illusion of our conscious...... Death takes away our attachments for which we long for whole of our life but still can't get everything in our life and death puts that dream in to an end.....An absolute darkness...From which there is no comeback... And still there are people who makes their life dark.....And others who let them do it..... Don't just breath air...Please live it...Live for harmony...Live to die calmly ...... Do something for which you should be remembered by the people whole of their life because death can finish you but not your good memories that you embark on the beating hearts flowin

World.... World is cruel... Not because we fight,we blame each other,we want to suppress others....But because during evolution from animal we became animal.. We have lost the sense of care..... We don't think about others while making any decision.... We are trying to relieve our own hunger....But always forget that we are making someone else plate to go empty.... We can watch blood on others shirt but can't bare a stain of dirt on our clothes..... We can throw the garments by regarding them as old but suddenly we treated humans as wasted clothes...... Hope humanity will rise again.....But for now....It's struggling for its existence..... Human (trying to be)