Moon

Those small little snacks that we got were finished for over an hour now, but that bonfire that we started showed no sign of dying down

"Its 10:45 man, i got to go" one of us retired home as he climbed down the ladders which took us to the terrace of my apartment.

"Yes its late man, i think i should leave too" second one had some work he left too, oddly i showed no intention of stopping them.

"Good night people, amazing night it was, we are gonna do this again sometime" i was satisfied and contempt.

I was left alone that second, with a guitar in my hands a million thoughts crossing that me that night.

It was a cloudy night of the December winter, cold winds started getting up to me. I went closer to that source of only light that i could find at that instant, the fire was getting weaker and weaker every second.

Just then the clouds pulled off the curtain from that magical source of light present from the time unknown but never given credit for anything.

The moon was full, and just perfect. I looked up, the moment was magical, i could not help myself to play the song i associate to it.

Blue Night it was........

Moon had always got up to me in some way or the other. Its like every time i see it, i feel fresh, and renewed. Its like a source of inspiration to me.

The only thing that fights with the horrifying darkness across the night sky and throws it off. Shining beautifully its like the sun of the night, yet so cool.

Whenever i look up to it, many thoughts cross my mind, Firstly i think of the moment when i can lay down on the terrace with the one i love and watch at that beauty of nature.

Secondly i look closely to it, the deep scars all across its face, can never force it to stop coming out. Its not scared of what all of us think about it.

Without ever the praise of anyone, it keeps on shining down the light on us. And Thirdly i think whether or not can i ever stop looking at it. Its like a drug, its Purity, like that of a virgin, and light even borrowed feels so new. I stay awake at nights to see it drifting across the sky like it cares to show itself to those who needs inspiration.

Even the glow of stars bow down to the majestic view of the Moon. Perception is mine, and sometimes i wonder would she, whom i have never met, is watching the Moon right at this moment waiting for someone like me? 

I kept thinking that night and the strings they kept of strumming themselves, the cold wind was fierce now, even the faintest hint of spark died down in the fire. Guitar was now like my only companion, oddly enough the sky covered up the moon with clouds again, this time for a long long time. Sadness took over, i could not see someone full of that beauty to get covered up. I took out my mobile now, it was 2 am now, i picked up my guitar and started climbing down the ladder. This time i saw the moon for the last time that night, peeking out through that thick mist as if saying, 

"yes, she is listening................."


: Inderveer Singh

Barbed wires and fences

                                 
I’m  a person who believes in nature , who believes that nature has made this world for me  and nature wants me to walk, roam ,run around this world ,nature wants me to see  its beauty, nature wants  me to applaud its creations  and i want to.

I was not the one who divided the land ,I was not the one killed someone for the land, I was not the one who snatched my  own right to walk freely and I was not the one who made countries and killed my own beloved nature and stabbed him with barbed wires and fences .

My father told me an incident from his life when being in paramilitary force he was posted in the jungles of Maharashtra looking out for the betterment of people living in that jungle. The jungle was surrounded by Naxalites who started their movement for the farmers and ended up making it a business for their own life. He told me about a village of the jungle he was posted in that  people living in the village have never even crossed a boundary of 10kms in their whole life because naxalites will kill them if they will try to cross the jungle. Life is just too short for them to live and yet they have to bear it long, money is just paper for them cause they don’t have a place to spend it.  Just imagine a life where you can’t go past 10kms in whole of your life, no education, no books, no school, no college, no electricity, no fate, just eat rice & chicken just live as dead you were and then die again.

I cried deep inside me after my father told me the incident, i felt someone pointing a gun at me telling me to run away and to be never seen again or will be shot down if I’ll try to cross those 10kms of my life. What permission do I need to go to a place on my own earth, what permission do I need to cross these man made fences? 

Barbed wires and fences just make me depress,   and they do no good me, not to you, not to anybody else. They tells me that how small I am and pity on me that i am not doing anything to make the world realise that being proud of one’s country is useless where in a world everything can be yours, make them imagine how beautiful this world can be without barbed wires and fences, imagine roaming freely around the world without anyone’s permission, where no one can stop you.  It’s not life which make someone cruel it is the person itself, nature gave us emotions don’t just kill it with practicality……………live, breathe, roam, laugh and see how beautiful this world, we don’t need anyone to start with cause some things are meant to start alone.

:Akash Kartik

H a p p y?

Happiness

She kicked the bottle in the corner. I chased it just so that I can kick it again.

We kicked it one by one on our way till the bottle finally shattered. It was dark. I could see a street light flicker at a distance.
We were worn-out, it was a momentous day. She came up and hugged me.
We sat down on the first bench we could find.

“What do you want?” she asked.
I felt a rush of solemnity way out nowhere. Her head down, eyes up.
“Nothing much, to be happy, that’s it” I said
not knowing if that is what she wanted to hear
It was not new for me, the question  anticipated a particular answer. With everyone; sometimes even when we are aware of the reality, we look for instances and moments that can soothe us.
We look for that person who can make us alright. The unrealistic thought of things being okay when they are not.   The not so true statements that can serene us.
Just sometimes we don’t want the truth. Because sometimes truth simply doesn't help.
I wondered if this was that moment for her.

“What makes you happy?” the voice deeper, inquisitorial.
I looked above in the sky. I had never answered that question to anybody. Not to myself either.
She noticed; nudged; I ignored. I felt something was not just veracious about the question.
I never knew what made me happy, still did not. Wondered why nothing provoked this thought.
Of course I’ve felt happiness. Every one has.The magnitude of which being different for different people, depending upon their connotation of happiness.   
“Does this love make you happy?”  She said with her voice feeble; almost about to crack.
I looked at the sky above, looking for a familiar constellation or a star.
I was not even able to find an apt answer for the first question and she dragged love in between the conversation.
I figured where it was going, however I ignored and emphasized on the first question of what makes me happy.
 I realized happiness has always been there. Always is. It is waiting to be received.
Happiness lies in our own backyard, but can be veiled by the ashes of sorrows.
Like they say “Happiness is health and a short memory”.
It lies in small incidents which we encounter every day.  The look from your daughter, the sweet little kiss from you loved ones, the concern of your mother, a day out with friends, sharing a drink or a smoke.
When you and your family are not fighting for everything in life, when every breath u take is not challenge. When you can appreciate all that you have in your life. It is never that bad. The brighter side is happiness.
It can never be found in if you look it anywhere else other than inside yourself.
Even God cannot provide with it.
You are happy when you decide to be. When you follow your heart. When you do even the smallest and the stupidest of actions that gives you joy. When there is no shame, no worries, not logic (if that works).
It will follow. Give it a shot.