Paralyzed by maths,
I am lost in my book jungle
and outside ,
looks like rain
For the last time, I think and try to
write something,
And nothing I could ever write, will help
neither you understand this life,
nor me.
i stepped out to the balcony
unlike i expected
There's not so much beauty outside, in the
lonely nights,
and the stars
lay lost in all the city lights
The moon cant shed its milky light,
pure Nature
is lost.
city lights brighten up my sorrow right
now.
I am all alone

A LONELY NIGHT

A lonely night.
In front of me are two physics books, open
Pages fluttering in the windsheers caused by the fan
Two lights, tube lights, are glowing bright white. Mom called once, but didnt bother second time.
Cursing study, I get up, and take the mobile in my hand
Try facebooking, strange, no one is there too!
I had exchange of ideas some hours ago with a very learned friend of mine,
Now all is empty, all are sleeping.
Guess its a lonely night.
I walk outside, grab hold the guard railings of my balcony, to grasp a view of nature
Even strange, the moon didnt bother today giving me a visit. I was feeling like the vast black sky, with white glittering spots, will swallow me into emptiness just now!
I wanted to get away, fly in the nature, but a second thought suddenly swallowed all the previous, pulling me back.
I hate society, but it pulled my thoughts back, I dont know why
I feel like a mouse being played by the cat just before its supper!
I stand in a state of mind which is almost void of anything.
The emptiness, loneliness, playing hide and seek in mt brains.
Then aftr 2 mins, I remembered I have exam tommortow.
Cursing my studies again, I sit back to study,
Befriending my greatest enemy, like a fallen timid king does to his enemy.
I am afraid. Afraid of my future, as my society as injected in me, brainwashed me!
And I again curse study, and start reading physics.

RAIN EPILOGUE

It is the sound
of sky communicating with ground
with the beautiful geminal messengers
on touch spreading message to the
foreigners,
"summer may be ongoing today,
but our day is not far away!"
and with this, they go on away with the
air,
or stay on the foreign land until they
complete their fare.

THE BONSAI TREE

A gardener made some of his time free,
Decided to parent a plant for a mini tree.

He chose the healthiest among the nursery,
Planted carefully the sapling,
Knew the perfect ways, had perfect skills,
yet sometimes took help for crafting.

Cutting overgrown roots, wiring branches,
for six months, he tormented the plant,
Yet another six months to perfect it,
He brought it in a shelf which was vacant.

After a year when fruits were seen,
After his proper care and ration,
He was proud of his beautiful work,
Set it up for exhibition.

Behold! There is the beautiful work,
The result of proper look and care,
With nice little fruits, yet unfit to eat,
Stands a tree which is rare.

The gardener got praised, the plant made amazed,
Still the blinds just don't see;
The plant could have grown better, born better fruits,
If it were left as it were to be!