I call that reality

During winters..
When I lay in my bed..
I only see stars in the dark sky..
I call them hopes..
When I feel cold..
And a sheet of leaves cover my body..
I call that care..
When I can't sleep..
Sweet breeze sings lullabies for me..
I call that love..
When I dont wake up in the morning..
Sun shines at my face..
I call that reality..

A helpless love

It was a usual morning and after breakfast he went to get ready in the bedroom. Where I was lying on one side of the bed. Looking at him, my mind started searching for old memories, how he used to pick me in his hands and in return how I would put my arm around his neck. But not anymore.

These are old sweet memories. But now, I am getting old. I am getting older every day every second. Just like a flower loose its fragrance after one night, I think my night is getting over. I cannot help it, can I? I would really want to. I want to be loved as old days. I want to be chosen before he choose anything else. I am with him, since very long. This is how she should be treating me now?

In the eye of The God

We live with a stupid perception of having an afterlife, which these fake disciples of god, created. They who made THE GOD for their own lustful benefits, and to govern this society make people believe in that virtual power of yours as God.

The Life Long Dream

Life is such a dream like sequence. It is neither true nor false.
A lot of uncontrolled events happen in our life and so in our dreams. We flow with it, along the stream of a myth that it really exist, that everything, every event is true. We are not sure of it or are we? What is truth? Do you know anything that will prove to be true? Truth is what, which do not change with different seasons, in different circumstances or for different people.

Over The Phone!

He was abusing her very badly, on other side of the phone; I don't know how she would be reacting. But she must not be feeling any good about it. He told her a plan. That could lead him to jail. But he told her all, anyway. He didn't seem pleased. Why he wasted all that time then, I thought. He left the place soon after that.


She was crying on the phone. Tears trailing down from eyes to her lips but she was listening to him patiently yet she looked anxious. She wanted to tell him something but she stopped and preferred to listen to him. It seems to me that she wanted to stop him. If she wanted to, then why she didn't, I thought. She kept the phone and walked away.

On Road or Home

No matter how old you become, there are lots of questions that will keep rising in your head, sometimes because of your inner self while sometimes because of the outer world. As a traveler, I think, what you should care about, is the roads you travel and not the destinations you reach, because roads gives you the experience while the destination gives you few moments to rest. Roads either less traveled or daily, we should learn to respect their importance but we hardly do. We ignore the fact that these are roads that take us to the destination. Destination may disappoint you but roads hardly do so. You ride or walk, they will always be with you.

She laughed out loud

It was my first day in school. I was sitting on the first bench in the class with a girl, who later became my first crush of life. That day something happened, which shouldn’t have taken place in first.
I was making some stuff in my notebook, alphabets and all. I was sort of happy. All that noise of chitchatting was giving me feeling of being surrounded and safe. Suddenly everybody fall silent and stood at their respective places. I didn’t. I looked around, so found that a fat old lady was standing right in front of my desk and my teacher who was looking quite gracious before, became pale and silent.
But suddenly she said, “Prabhat, Stand up. Don’t you have any manner or respect of your elders? She is principal of this school.”

A movie or a riddle?

I must say "A riddle".

I am talking about a movie called "No Smoking".
It seldom happens that, each time you watch movie, you end up with different conclusions in the end.
It seldom happens that, each time you find some new detail, that you haven't noticed last time.
It seldom happens that, you can quote a movie as "A Riddle".
Based on an very abstract story Quitter's Inc. written by Stephen King, No Smoking takes that story to another level of abstraction.

The Money Collector

He put a key into the key hole and twist is a bit, but lock remains unlocked. He tried same with another key and the result was same.

Sam enters into that old filthy office and saw him.

“Those keys won’t work in that box, try this one.” Sam said and throws a key chain towards him.
He catches it and goes through the same process again.

She was crying; But he was not there

Winter had just started. Slight cold breeze mixed with the fragrance of jasmine was filling her nose small and cute nose. She was taking longer breaths than normal ones. Mona was standing beside the bench in the park. Moonlight falling on her face was making it glow more than the moon itself. This new moon too had water on its surface.